I'm not a drama god

Rumbling--

A low, loud noise came from the sky, like thunder and a storm was about to come.

The crowd passed through the desolate palace and stopped in front of the golden road leading to the sky...

【Ancient Tibetans are under attack】

[Please speed up! Otherwise, there will be unknown risks when ascending the throne! ]

Two lines of text flashed before Wu Qiong's eyes. She was slightly startled and her expression suddenly became extremely solemn.

A loud roar came from the end of the road to the throne, as if a great battle was going on above the sky. Coupled with the two lines of prompts that appeared in front of all the "quasi-emperors", the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

The Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures are experiencing changes, and they don't have much time left...

"Sister Wu, we are the first to arrive!" A figure beside Wu Qiong looked around excitedly, "If we are the first to go up, can we fly into the sky and leave here?"

Wu Qiong looked at the road to the throne in front of him and shook his head:

"According to the hint, the only one who ascends to heaven can be crowned emperor, regardless of the order... We have to kill the other 'quasi-emperors' and become the 'only one' before we can leave."

Hearing this, everyone's faces became a little nervous, but Wu Qiong pondered for a moment and changed the subject.

"But there are definitely advantages to going up there first. We are in a high position and it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Even if a fight breaks out, we will be able to handle it calmly."

"Then let's go quickly, they should be here soon!"

"Ah."

Wu Qiong did not hesitate any longer, and led dozens of people behind him directly onto the steps to heaven, approaching the sky little by little.

Fortunately, the road to the throne was wide and solid enough. Even with dozens of people running on it, there was no shaking. The golden imperial power rolled around everyone. Wu Qiong, who was rushing in the front, could feel that his own quasi-emperor destiny was resonating with the road under his feet, even if the resonance was still very slight.

Not long after everyone ran up, a few figures appeared at the end. Their expressions were distorted with pain. They staggered and sat down on the steps, beads of sweat dripping down their cheeks...

"it hurts……"

Wu Qiong and others who were running in the front looked back and saw that those people had scars on their legs and feet, and some even had deformed bones... They must have been injured in the melee just now.

"Hold on a little longer, we're almost there!"

"No...I really can't do it anymore...I can't walk anymore..."

"Me too. I think I broke a bone. It's hard for me to even walk, let alone climb stairs..."

"..."

Upon seeing this, Wu Qiong's first reaction was to ask the strong boys to carry the wounded and continue moving forward, but after looking around, he found that everyone was already exhausted after the battle and running around.

If they want to reach the sky, they don’t know how many thousands of steps they have to climb. Who can carry them the whole way?

Wu Qiong was extremely anxious. At the same time, she saw from the corner of her eye that another group of quasi-emperor had already arrived at the bottom of the enthronement road and was also rapidly approaching here...

A line of text flashed before her eyes:

[Emperor, please remember to give up all thoughts and feelings. If you encounter a crisis, you can even abandon your parents and siblings.]

Wu Qiong had seen this sentence before. When she was given the fate of being a quasi-emperor, this sentence was among the emperor's cautious words... and now it reappeared before her eyes in this way, which meant that the remnants of the emperor in heaven really had no patience anymore.

Wu Qiong struggled for a moment, but still followed the emperor's instructions and spoke cruelly:

"Don't worry about them, let's go!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Before they could come to their senses, Wu Qiong had already left.

Although Wu Qiong's followers felt bad, they really couldn't do anything about the wounded... After looking at them apologetically, they turned around and chased after Wu Qiong.

Those people with mobility problems stared blankly at Wu Qiong's back as she turned away from them. She even didn't say a word to them when she turned around and left... This ruthlessness and decisiveness made them feel unfamiliar, as if Wu Qiong was gradually changing into another person.

Not long after Wu Qiong and the others left, another group of quasi-emperors also came up the steps;

"Huh? Why are there people here?" When the quasi-emperor saw the abandoned people, a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"Wu Qiong stayed behind to stop us?"

"No, they have injuries on their legs, they must have been abandoned..."

"Oh, let's go straight over there then."

"But what if the injuries on their legs are fake, and they plan to attack us when we are halfway there?" The quasi-emperor glanced at a few people suspiciously, somewhat undecided.

Almost at the same time, a line of text flashed before his eyes:

[Emperor, please remember, do not be merciful. If you are my enemy, even the wounded and the young should be killed and eradicated.]

The expression of the quasi-emperor kept changing. He had never killed anyone along the way, but now seeing the reminder of this line of words, he hesitated... He looked up at Wu Qiong and others who had already gone far away, and made up his mind!

"No matter what, kill them all!!"

The urgency and anxiety of the emperors also spread among the would-be emperors. They climbed the road to the throne, gradually letting go of their former principles and began to embrace the ideas instilled by the emperors, staining the steps red with blood...

……

Boom——! !

Xuan Yujun cut a jade seal with his sword, and looked down as if he had sensed something.

He saw a road vaguely extending from under the clouds, emitting a faint golden light. He narrowed his eyes, as if he saw something from it, and sneered:

"No wonder you guys tried so hard to stop me... So, a new [Emperor] is about to be born?"

"You know that you are dead and the situation is over, so you can only elect a new Emperor to restore the glory of the past in this era?"

"You want to find your past selves in these children. You all think that if your past selves appear again, this era will be overturned... After all, you did it in the past."

"But do you really think that your feudal imperial ways are still applicable in this era?"

Xuan Yujun made a hand gesture again, and the cross-shaped energy sword slowly split into three, and then split into six... Six swords of the new era, symbolizing the authority of science, surrounded Xuan Yujun, and the swords pointed at the ancient thoughts and order that had long been lost in the years.

He said calmly:

"You of the old era will never be able to create an emperor of the new era..."

“If this world is really going to be overturned by someone, it won’t be you who will create him, but this era itself.”

……

The battle between feudalism and science roars in the sky.

Under the rolling dark clouds and continuous thunder, a figure in a costume slowly stopped in front of the golden steps leading to the sky...

"It's so high..." Jiang Xiaohua looked like she was about to die, with only deep fatigue in her eyes. "It's so tiring to climb up... Anyway, those emperors don't have time to take care of you, so why don't you go by yourself this time?"