Chapter 925
The arrival of Zhao Yu pushed the various Xia peoples forcibly to the throne of the planet Ruler, and killed the civilizations of other races in the cradle.
This is ferocity and a feat.
Whether it is the European and American races who have been gradually integrated into the empire, speak Chinese, write Chinese, convert to a hundred schools of thought, or black Africans who are used as slaves, they will never know, What would their future look like without Zhao Yu.
And Zhao Yu, seeing this empire, this nation, ascended the throne of the king of the planet, also saw a potential crisis.
various Xia has no rivals.
This is not a good thing.
Without an enemy, there is no motivation, and if it continues like this, it will eventually lead to self-destruction.
It's either civil strife or decadence.
But Zhao Yu has a way.
The vast starry sky is the enemy of various Xia.
Zhao Yu will give them a reminder when the time is right.
changeable situation, Heaven and Earth turning upside down. is a sign of this era. Zhao Yu also sighed, perhaps with some sense of accomplishment.
But that's all.
Before that, every change in this era made Zhao Yu happy. Because he can experience the turbulence of time and space from it. But now, it is no longer necessary. The Dharma image has been completed, and the foundation of Dao of Space-Time has been laid. In the future, it will be entirely dependent on one's own cultivation, and external changes will no longer be able to inspire him too much.
It's just a little bit complicated.
After returning to the courtyard, the days were once again dull.
Occasionally Cao Ang and other discíples would come to see him. Cao Yu will also come around to see if he can get some autumn wind from Zhao Yu. The wives and concubines occasionally go back to their parents' homes to see. Just like ordinary people, parents are short and trivial.
To give a perfect sense of fulfillment.
No matter how ordinary life is, it is a million times better than the loneliness of several decades in the starry sky.
People Daoist Daoist Road, many people is the way.
In this calm, the Chinese Empire silently changed.
In another ten years, the population has doubled. In war, slavery, assimilation and immigration, every continent of this planet, except Antarctica, where people cannot survive, is covered with the imprint of various Xia peoples.
If it is said that when Cao Mengde and Cao Ang were in power, they were laying the foundation for this empire, then when Cao Yu comes this generation, it is the generation that exploded.
300 million people, doubling in ten years. The bigger the base, the more the population will skyrocket like a balloon under the policy of encouraging fertility.
Also at this time, the Empire finally cancelled this national policy. Neither encouraged nor discouraged.
This is Zhao Yu's opinion.
Under the premise of cutting off all other civilizations, the various Xia nation with a population of 600 million is already the King of Kings. In addition to those who were assimilated and enslaved, it was close to 800 million. Compared with the nearly 10 billion population in modern time and space, which has never changed, it is indeed much worse, but because of this, the average resources are abundant.
If we continue to encourage, according to this abnormal population growth rate, I am afraid that at most a hundred years, we can reach the total population of modern time and space that has not changed history. That's not advisable.
Cancel the incentive policy and cancel the imperial reward, so that normal growth can meet the needs of the empire.
In another three years, Guan Hai died in the courtyard.
Guan Ming's death seems to have opened a prelude. From him, the old people who are still alive in this generation, the cultivation base is not as good as that of Martial Dao, and within a few years, one after another perishes.
In the twentieth year of Zhao Yu's return, Cao Ang also went.
Time is like a comb, one after another takes away those who hang down the old man.
Zhao Yu doesn't know how it feels, but he has a deeper and deeper understanding of the profundities of time, the fairness of the universe, and the ruthlessness of Grand Dao.
He began to worry, worried that Zhao Ji and the others would leave him someday, but there was nothing he could do.
He didn't dare to bring Zhaoji's five daughters into the primal chaos bead small world, the comparison of the passage of time in the primal chaos bead small world and the outside world made him always uneasy. Don't dare to spend too much time cultivating in the small world of primal chaos beads, and refining the Heaven and Earth inspiration that Old Ancestor condensed for him in the depths of the Origin Qi pool.
He wants to spend more time with them.
Every day is one less day.
Even if it can be influenced by time profundities all the time, the time that wives and concubines can accompany is still less and less.
Time goes on and on.
Zhao Yu watched the people he knew and was close to, one after another disappearing in front of his eyes, that kind of torment made his understanding of immortal dao more profound, and the cruelty of Grand Dao more and more . From anxiety, to helplessness, and finally calm down, treat every day with the most ordinary sincerity. Let every wife and concubine be happy.
After another seventy years, Cao Yu has passed away. When the fourth generation emperor of the empire, Cao Mengde's great-grandson will abdicate, Guan Hai died in the courtyard.
Guan Hai Martial Dao cultivation to the limit, and Yanshou Dan Yanshou, but even so, he only lived in the early 200 years old.
"It's getting less and less..."
Zhao Yu was just leisurely in front of Guan Hai's tomb.
After Guan Hai left, the few remaining people in the courtyard went one after another within a year, and Gao Shun was the last to perish.
Watching Gao Shun close his eyes, Zhao Yu felt empty in his heart.
Not a single one.
All the old people, all traces of that era, all disappeared after Gao Shun passed away.
I can't tell how I feel, but there is a hint of depression in my heart.
Akihime and the others were also silent.
In the past 70 years, the relatives of the wives and concubines have all gone, and even the next generation has almost disappeared. Over the years, every sadness, every feeling, seems to be something numb to this day.
The clouds rolling and spreading on the horizon, the sun and the moon rising in the east and setting in the west. It seems like forever, but people change forever.
Everything is changing, only Zhao Yu seems to have not changed at all.
Only Zhao Yu knows how his heart has been tempered over the years.
He knows that this is the greatest pain that humanity has given to people.
He cherished the days with Zhao Ji and the others more and more, tried his best to give them relaxation and happiness, and took them all over the world, to travel and see.
Twenty years later, Zhao Ji passed away in Zhao Yu's arms at the age of 250 years old.
At the moment Zhao Ji closed her eyes peacefully, Zhao Yu's heart seemed to be beaten ten thousand times.
He could only silently bury Zhao Ji in the courtyard mountainside, next to the ancient pavilion, so that the entire courtyard was always in Zhao Ji's eyes.
A few years later, Mi Zhen passed away in Zhao Yu's arms, two hundred and fifty years old.
In a few more years, Da Qiao will die, in a few more years, Xiao Qiao will die, and Sun Ren will die.
Zhao Yu is alone.
Everyone's passing is like a Tiechui, fiercely beating Zhao Yu. Heaven and Earth are furnaces that smelt Zhao Yu fiercely. He sublimated again and again, transformed again and again, and finally after Sun Ren's death, he seemed to be fluttering and isolated from the world.
The people at the courtyard clearly felt that Zhao Yu was near, but far away.
Zhao Yu, alone, has been quietly in the courtyard for three years. He silently reinforced the courtyard's array, he didn't want Zhao Ji and the others to be disturbed. One day, I went to Luoyang to meet the five emperors of the empire, and then there was no news from Yao Ran.