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Cheng Guang did not harbor such thoughts.

The world was vast.

If he wanted to establish his own dynasty to complete a systematic task, where couldn't he go?

There was no need to contend with Wu Ling over Great Zhou.

Furthermore,

Cheng Guang did not want to make an already unstable Great Zhou even more chaotic like a pot of porridge.

After all, Cheng Guang himself still needed to live in Great Zhou for a while, to enjoy moments of peace when he could.

He did not know if he would have peaceful moments to enjoy in the future.

Thinking this, Cheng Guang could not help but sigh and his gaze landed on Wu Ling.

"I am not interested in your throne."

Wu Ling was startled, she was dumbfounded for a moment and then reacted, saying to Cheng Guang, "Then, Princely Heir, what do you want to do?"

"No, Princely Heir, the throne may not necessarily fall to me, it is not my throne."

Wu Ling argued, explaining this point.

Wu Ling did not know why Cheng Guang, out of the blue, said it was her throne.

Could it be that Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, already considered her the Emperor of Great Zhou?

Wu Ling frowned slightly. Although she harbored some hope for the throne of Great Zhou, it was not particularly strong in her own view.

Perhaps the Princely Heir believed that she had a greater chance of obtaining the throne.

Thinking thus, Wu Ling no longer took Cheng Guang's words to heart.

Cheng Guang did not elaborate further, but his gaze moved to the window, watching the pitch-black night sky, and he slowly began to speak.

His gentle voice resonated in Wu Ling's ears.

"I do not intend to overthrow Great Zhou, nor do I plan to do anything specific; I will detach myself from Great Zhou later on to establish my own dynasty."

"The location for establishing the dynasty, I have not yet decided, but I think it shall not be within the territory of Great Zhou."

Cheng Guang's words fell into Wu Ling's ears, causing her another shock.

"To establish your own dynasty?"

"Princely Heir...you…"

Wu Ling looked at Cheng Guang's figure, her red lips slightly parted, momentarily at a loss for words.

Establishing a dynasty was not so simple.

Now, the world was in chaos.

The Sky-Men of various dynasties had suddenly disappeared.

And after the prominent Sky-Men of these dynasties vanished, upheavals occurred everywhere, along with many mysterious and strong Sky-Men emerging.

It seemed there were also beings above the Sky-Men.

In such circumstances,

All dynasties had become like hiding turtles.

The Great Yuan Dynasty, which had once thought of invading Great Zhou, now did not know what it had gone through and dared not show its face.

The territories directly controlled by all dynasties shrank repeatedly.

In such a scenario,

It seemed ludicrous for Cheng Guang to establish his own dynasty.

In Wu Ling's view, even though the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, Cheng Guang, had the strength of a Sky-Man, and even with Duke Zhen Guo, Cheng Shiyuan's support, it was utterly impossible to establish his own dynasty at this critical juncture.

Once this dynasty was established, it would definitely be regarded as a provocation by the World Royal Family, and even if all the royal families were faring poorly, they would not allow Cheng Guang, a man without an Imperial Bloodline, to establish his own dynasty.

Otherwise, if such a precedent were set, it would be a fatal blow to the people of the World Royal Family.

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Heaven and Earth would not recognize a person without an Imperial Bloodline establishing their own dynasty.

All those without Imperial Bloodline who had established dynasties met with bizarre deaths.

No trace of the causes of their death could be found.

At this time, Wu Ling could not understand why Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, suddenly wanted to establish his own dynasty.

Even if he had said he wanted to overturn Great Zhou, Wu Ling would not have been as shocked as she was now.

Cheng Guang, seeing the shocked expression on Wu Ling's face, roughly guessed what she was thinking.

Cheng Guang chuckled softly, shook his head, and slowly stood up, walking to the window.

"I came to tell you this so that you wouldn't have to come and ask me later when you find out that I am going to establish my own dynasty."

"I am telling you ahead of time so you won't bother me."

"Another reason is to put you at ease."

"I am not interested in Great Zhou. If you become the Empress of Great Zhou in the future, even if my own dynasty fails, I can still rely on your support, right?"

"It is always good to have a fallback."

At Cheng Guang's words, Wu Ling's lips pursed slightly, and her worries, because of Cheng Guang's frankness, gradually lessened.

The Princely Heir could tell her this in advance probably because he truly cared for her.

Just thinking about this made her feel much better.

However, Wu Ling's worries about Cheng Guang did not diminish at all.

Wu Ling's lips puckered slightly, her bright eyes staring at Cheng Guang, "Princely Heir, you are not just messing around, are you?"

"If you fail to establish your dynasty, and I do not become the Empress of Great Zhou, there won't be a way for you to rely on me."

"Maybe, I will have to rely on you instead."

"By then, you better not despise me."

Hearing Wu Ling's words, Cheng Guang could not help but laugh and shake his head.

He thought to himself, for him, you becoming the Empress of Great Zhou was already a foregone conclusion.

How could it not be.

Although Cheng Guang thought so, he verbally agreed.

"Of course, how could I ever despise you?"

Cheng Guang smiled, then with his back towards her, waved his hand at Wu Ling.

"I am leaving, you should rest early, no need to see me out."

After saying this, Cheng Guang stepped out and vanished into the night through the round window adorned with ancient paintings.

Wu Ling slowly walked to the spot where Cheng Guang had been standing, watching his departing figure, momentarily lost in thought.

"Establishing your own dynasty, it's not so easy."

"Not to mention, without an Imperial Bloodline, establishing your own dynasty is almost certainly a death sentence."

"Even with an Imperial Bloodline, at a time when the World Royal Family has suffered major setbacks, how can the Princely Heir still dare to take such a seemingly reckless action?"

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