Fifty Years (Asking for guaranteed monthly tickets at the start of the month)

The Imperial Palace could indeed be called absolutely safe.

At least, the young emperor could not imagine what level of strength could possibly breach the Imperial Palace and then kill him here.

In this world, the suppression on the physical body was immense. The body could not grow, and the ultimate strength of one's Heart and Will was also limited. It was impossible to stand alone against ten thousand enemies, or hundreds of thousands.

But the final tribulation naturally could not be that simple.

It definitely was not something he could face head-on himself.

The young emperor had never planned to do that either.

Moreover, he directly assumed that the Imperial Palace would definitely be breached in the end.

Under such circumstances, so-called absolute safety became meaningless.

The Imperial Palace was too obvious a target.

Anyone would know the emperor was in the Imperial Palace.

Rather than stay in the Imperial Palace and wait for the great tribulation to descend,

it was better to vanish into the world outright.

This world was incomparably vast. The Great Feng Dynasty occupied the richest Ninety-Nine Provinces.

Beyond the Ninety-Nine Provinces, there were also many small nations standing side by side.

Farther away, there were still broad lands and skies, such as the boundless deep sea to the east.

However, those places were sparsely populated, and the living environment was harsh.

The young emperor felt that as long as he casually found some place to hide,

even if the great tribulation possessed unprecedented strength and could breach the Imperial Palace, it would still have no way to deal with him.

If he endured one hundred and fifty years,

then he would have won.

As for how he would endure? The young emperor did not care.

Directly confronting the great tribulation? That was the stupidest