One Planet for Everyone: Starting to Build a Cultivation Civilization

After this incident, Long Tian's daughter washed her face with tears all day long, her spirits were depressed, and she passed away in less than three years.

Because of this incident, his son became even more alienated from him, and the occasional conversations were also related to major events in the demon kingdom, so he no longer felt the warmth he once had.

Even Zhenzhen, who had always been devoted to him, was depressed and sick in bed because of her daughter's death. Even though Long Tian put aside the important affairs of the country and came to take care of her in person, she still refused to speak.

Sitting on the dragon chair with the height of two people, looking over the group of trembling ministers below, Long Tian felt that he was completely alone, and an unprecedented sense of fatigue swept over him, making him close his eyes and not want to open them again.

However, his mission has not been completed yet, and there are still people in the demon kingdom making troubles, so he can't just fall down like this, at least not now.

Six years old in 640, Long Tian spent decades in a new round of sweeping the Yao Kingdom.

The objects of this cleanup did not evade anyone or any force, even his children were included.

As long as he violated the laws of the demon country and brought disaster to the country and the people, he would swing the butcher knife without hesitation and show no mercy.

But every time it involves his relatives, or people related to relatives, Long Tian will still leave some leeway, and will not do things too extreme.

On the one hand, he is afraid that he will become a murderer and unknowingly become the tyrant of the demon kingdom. On the other hand, he also wants to get Zhenzhen's forgiveness.

Longtian and Zhenzhen have walked hand in hand for hundreds of years, and there were few conflicts between them, but this time, Zhenzhen was really heartbroken, and hadn't spoken to Longtian for decades.

Maybe Longtian couldn't wait for Zhenzhen's forgiveness in his life. He forced his son-in-law to death in front of all his relatives, so that his daughter couldn't bear the blow and died in depression, even though he had been with him for most of her life. Even his wife couldn't accept his cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness.

670 At the age of two, Long Tian, ​​who had never taken a concubine in his life, suddenly announced that he would select several concubines to enter the palace.

All of a sudden, the whole demon country was in a commotion, those big families rushed to send the most beautiful woman in their clan to Long Tian, ​​hoping to gain a relationship and get on the big ship of Long Tian.

However, not long after Long Tian announced the concubine acceptance, he announced the cancellation, making those busy families stupefied for a while.

There have been countless rumors among the people about this matter, but none of them guessed Long Tian's intentions correctly.

In fact, Longtian did this just to get Zhenzhen's attention.

The relationship between him and Zhenzhen is so deep that no one can interfere, even his descendants are all wives and concubines, but only Longtian never takes concubines for life.

Long Tian just wanted to annoy Zhenzhen so that she couldn't help but come to him.

To be honest, Long Tian himself felt that this move was a bit naive, and he was a little bit embarrassed after being exposed by Zhen Zhen.

But it was this simple trick that really worked. Zhenzhen, who hadn't spoken to him for more than 70 years, finally reunited with him.

In fact, Zhenzhen had forgiven him a long time ago, or in other words, there had never been any resentment, so naturally she did not forgive him.

Although Zhenzhen has been sad for a long time because of her daughter Yuyu, this matter is not Long Tian's fault in essence.

His son-in-law was corrupt and broke the law, and his daughter also stood on the opposite side of him, protecting this criminal who was full of crimes, no one would be able to bear it.

What Long Tian did was a little impulsive, but there was nothing wrong with it in essence. Others might not really feel how much he devoted his life to the demon country, but Zhenzhen always saw it.

The reason why Zhenzhen ignored him was a small part of her sadness over her daughter's death, and more because she wanted to take this opportunity for Long Tian to calm down and reflect on himself. Some things he did go too far.

After many years, Long Tian's gradually aging face finally showed a smile again.

Instead of focusing on the affairs of the demon country like before, he cared more about the people around him. Whenever he had time, he would have a long talk with Zhenzhen, or call his descendants to him, communicate with them patiently, and try to Understand the world of these young people.

However, the good times don't last long. Not long after Longtian and Zhenzhen reconciled, Zhenzhen became ill and was dying.

When she was angry with Long Tian before, Zhenzhen pretended to be sick, but this time, she was really sick, her complexion was pale, and she was filled with a sense of death.

It was only then that Longtian realized that Zhenzhen had changed from a charming young woman into a dying old woman before she knew it.

The knife of time has never spared anyone since ancient times, and today, it has finally fallen on Zhenzhen's head.

680 At the age of four, Zhenzhen died of illness. Before she died, she tightly held Longtian's hand, her lips trembling, as if she couldn't finish her words, but in the end, the hand let go and hit the bed, gradually becoming cold .

Long Tian stood blankly in front of Zhenzhen's sick bed, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just stood quietly, from morning to night, from spring to autumn.

It wasn't until a gust of cold wind blew by, heavy snow fell outside the window, and amidst the cries of grief, a cold coffin swayed past Long Tian's eyes, that he suddenly woke up, two turbid tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, The cold wind froze into icicles.

After Zhenzhen left, the last bit of tenderness in Longtian's heart was annihilated.

From now on, he only has this huge demon country in his eyes, and only the oath he made when he was young.

The killing continues and never stops.

At the age of seven hundred and nine, Long Tian was already full of white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, and his waist was not as straight as before.

But his majesty still makes the officials fear, and his boldness still amazes the common people.

720 At the age of four, Long Tian's eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, he could not see clearly, his legs became a little uncontrollable, and he would tremble slightly after standing for a long time.

But even so, sitting on the dragon chair, he was still able to scold the officials angrily, scolding all the monster officials and generals so that they dare not look up.

At the age of 730, Long Tian raised his trembling right hand and wrote the last word "cut" in his life on the imperial decree. He couldn't help but let out a weak sigh.

He knew that where there is the sun, there will be shadows, so he can only do his best to keep the demon country at noon, the moment when the shadows are the smallest.

He is old, with half a foot in the grave.

In this life, he has done his best, as for the future life, it is not up to him to decide.

730 At the age of five, Long Tian suddenly felt chills all over his body, just like when he saw Zhenzhen lying in the coffin, the cold made him panic.

Wrapped in a quilt, he curled up on the dragon chair, and asked the guards to carry him to a spacious place. At this moment, a beam of warm morning light fell on him from the east.

He only felt that the cold that had plagued him for many years was instantly dispelled, and a reassuring warmth poured into his body, gradually calming down the panic in his heart.

Maybe he thought too much, his lifespan is still long, and he hasn't reached the end of his life yet.

Long Tian lay quietly, enjoying the warmth he hadn't felt for a long time.

But gradually, this warmth gradually receded, and the icy chill revived, becoming more and more rampant.

In a panic, he opened his misty eyes, frowned, and tried his best to look west, but he couldn't see anything clearly. He just felt that the light was gradually dimming, and the warm breeze became a bit cold and biting.

He seemed to understand something, and he collapsed on the dragon chair powerlessly, opened his foggy eyes, and looked up at the sky.

"Qi died of illness at the age of 68, Huang died at the age of 82, Lin Jie died at the age of 190, and Su Changsheng drove west at the age of 560..."

"Now...it's finally my turn..."

"Master...you are the only one in this world, can you live forever?"