Chapter 288: Discussion at the Prime Minister's Manor

"System, which of these two methods should I choose?"

"Ding. The system suggests the host adopt the second method. By cultivating a world yourself, once you subdue the World Consciousness, you can slowly nurture it to the Heavenly Dao level, and the host will have absolute control over that world."

"System, World Consciousness isn't easy to subdue, right?"

"Ding. That is correct. The current world's consciousness is equivalent to the First Heaven of the Martial Ancestor Realm. The probability of the host subduing it alone is 0%. However, the host can spend National Fortune Value to have the system intervene and deal with the World Consciousness; the host only needs to refine it."

"Hahaha, System, you are truly thoughtful! In that case, only a fool would choose to break through the barrier and ascend! Isn't it wonderful to cultivate a top-tier world of one's own?"

Upon hearing the system's reply, Liu Bian was overjoyed. This system was truly impeccable, always considering the host's needs. As long as he didn't court death himself,

Liu Bian believed that with the system's help, he would definitely be able to dominate all the heavens and myriad realms. No one could stop him—that's what I said!!!

After finishing his conversation with the system, Liu Bian intended to get some rest. There was no need to cultivate for now; the concentration of spiritual energy was simply too poor to be worth the effort.

He would wait until he completed the system tasks to develop his forces and raise the world's grade as soon as possible.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Liu Bian finally reached the day of the Abdication Ceremony. Once the imperial palace affairs were handled, the Han Empire would welcome its own glorious era.

He believed that with his own efforts and the system's help, the majesty of the Han Empire would surely resound through all the heavens and myriad realms, and everyone would be proud to be a subject of the Han Empire.

He was certain that the day when every subject of the empire was like a dragon would not be far off.

Luoyang, Prime Minister's Manor. Today, the Prime Minister's Manor was filled with a tense atmosphere. Everywhere one looked, there were Xiliang Army soldiers exuding a murderous aura. Each one looked imposing, clad in leather armor, holding scimitars, and filled with killing intent.

In the main hall, Dong Zhuo's obese body sat at the head of the table, with military advisors and generals of the Xiliang Army on both sides.

Among them, Li Ru stood prominently at the head of the advisors on the left, while the person at the head of the right side...

Stood over seven feet tall, with a slender waist and broad shoulders. His face was like powdered jade, his sword-like eyebrows slanted toward his temples, his bright eyes were clear, his nose was like a jade pillar, his mouth was like cinnabar, and his large ears reached toward his chest.

He wore a purple-gold crown, a hundred-flower robe, tiger-head armor, a delicate belt, and cloud-flowing battle boots, with a sword hanging at his side.

Standing there, he looked imposing and high-spirited, scanning his surroundings with a tiger-like gaze. This person was none other than Dong Zhuo's adopted son, the number one warrior of the Three Kingdoms, the Marquis of Wen, Lü Bu.

Following behind were Xiliang Army generals such as Hua Xiong, Li Jue, and Guo Si.

"Worthy son-in-law, is everything prepared for the Abdication Ceremony later?"

Dong Zhuo, sitting at the head, asked Li Ru. Seeing Dong Zhuo speak, everyone in the hall turned their eyes toward Li Ru.

"Reporting to Father-in-law, the ceremony is fully prepared. That little emperor has already agreed to write the abdication edict and announce his abdication in court. Once that is done, Father-in-law's grand plan to replace the Han will be more than half complete."

Li Ru stepped out, bowed, and cupped his hands, speaking with great respect.

"Hahaha, good, good, good! If this matter succeeds, you, worthy son-in-law, shall take the primary credit!"

"Once I succeed in replacing the Han and unify the world, you shall take the primary credit. When I pass on after a hundred years, this imperial throne will be yours to inherit."

Dong Zhuo laughed wildly, his fat face trembling, looking quite ferocious.

"Father-in-law, you jest. Wenyou dares not claim such credit; that would be too much of an honor for your son-in-law."

Li Ru hurriedly stood up and bowed, looking terrified. Dong Zhuo was merely painting a picture for him; he couldn't take it too seriously.

Although he knew Dong Zhuo had no sons and that the throne would likely be his, he had to maintain the proper appearance and must not show his true feelings.

"Enough, worthy son-in-law, don't be so humble. By the way, everything is ready on the little emperor's side, but what about the Prince of Chenliu? We must not let him affect our grand plan!"

Dong Zhuo said in a deep voice.

"Please rest assured, Father-in-law. That kid, Liu Xie, the Prince of Chenliu—don't look at his young age and his pretense of protecting the emperor; in his heart, he has long wanted to sit on the throne himself. He's probably tired of being the Prince of Chenliu and wishes his emperor brother would die sooner!"

Li Ru sneered.

"That's good. But we cannot let our guard down against this Liu Xie; he has more schemes than the little emperor." Dong Zhuo said solemnly.