Yu Ke watched the Kun Void Cauldron tremble.
The dark-blue words appearing upon it slowly flowed past.
A thought arose in his heart.
In this life, Lu Chen might not need another ten years of simulation.
It was about to end!
"Lu Chen's life has reached its final conclusion."
The simulation continued!
``` [Yu Ke and Lu Yu stood atop their warhorses, gazing at the churning phenomena between heaven and earth.]
[Excitement showed on Lu Yu's face as a long howl startled everything within ten miles.]
[Today, the North Wind Capital would fall, and the world would change hands. It was already the irresistible tide of events.]
[Tuoba Shuyi sat alone upon the dragon throne in the imperial palace, a cup of poisoned wine in hand.]
[On the twelfth day of the fourth month, he drank the poison and died. At the moment of death, he let out only a long sigh:]
["To have been born in Lu Chen's era is not only my misfortune, but the misfortune of all heroes under heaven."]
[His son, Tuoba Hongyan, the Eastern Palace Crown Prince, wore mourning hemp and held the imperial seal and documents. He led the civil and military officials out of the city to surrender.]
[Tuoba Hongyan had once attempted to ambush and kill Wu Long, Qianyuan's marshal, intending to use it as proof of his sincerity. Under Tuoba Shuyi's name, he invited Wu Long to a secret meeting and stationed axemen on both sides.]
[Yet heaven did not grant his wish.]
[As the Northern Yan Army closed in on Huanglong Prefecture, Wu Long had already led the remaining twenty thousand Qianyuan cavalry south under cover of night.]
[You did not pursue Wu Long. Soldiers returning home had already embraced death; interception would only ignite their bloodlust and fighting spirit.]