Could a closed world get better? Wenren Sheng wanted to keep watching.
Eight years passed.
The new Righteous Saint Emperor of Da Qian had now been emperor for eight years. He governed diligently and achieved outstanding results: tax revenues increased, some redundant officials were cut, capable officials were added, useless armies were reduced, and several foreign invasions were repelled.
It could be said that there was nothing bad about him.
The only problem was that the ten-year term was fast approaching, yet the emperor had no intention of stepping down.
After all, he himself had received the throne from the previous emperor.
The previous emperor had grown old and faced pressure from all sides.
After his three grandsons successively fell into the water, fell gravely ill, and suffered nightmares, he chose to abdicate.
In return, he had been promised deification after death.
Ordinary emperors would also have a temple after death, where incense offerings would be made.
But before long...
Instead, he secretly sent people to tear down Confucian Temples!
He also spread scandalous rumors about the Sage everywhere!
"Shocking! When the Sage was young, he had an affair with his daughter-in-law, supposedly..."
"The secret no one can avoid discussing: when the Sage was young, his entire room was filled with fragrance. It was all fake. The truth was actually..."
"Unbelievable! You only need eight steps to become a Sage. Did your parents manage it?"
When Wenren Sheng saw this, he deeply suspected that this emperor was a Transmigrator from Earth.
Then he looked up and activated the Seed of Mystery.
To his slight shock, his suspicion was actually correct.
That emperor really was a Transmigrator.
But he was not from Earth.
He was also from Mysterious Urban.
Why was Wenren Sheng so certain? Because that fellow's soul was the