Zhu Zhengwei glanced at the people around him, taking several seconds to process what was happening.

I am under house arrest.

Cut off from the outside world, forever confined in this prison called Chang'an City, working for the Great Tang dynasty?

After all, Emperor Tang had grown tired of it; he no longer wanted to play a game of wits and courage with me, to watch me slack off and drink tea. He no longer cared who I was...

In any case, once I enter his house, I should forget about leaving... I can only work for him here.

"What if I don't want to?" Zhu Zhengwei couldn't help but ask.

"I believe any smart person would make the right choice."

This time, Wei Zheng took over the conversation, saying: "It doesn't matter who you were before, we cannot let you leave... you can only start anew here."

"So, will you choose a cage-like prison life, or the exalted life of a prime minister?" Wei Zheng laughed lightly, "I believe anyone would make a choice."

"A prime minister, second only to one, above thousands ... this is the ultimate life goal countless people yearn for," he added.

Zhu Zhengwei fell silent. After a while, he tentatively spoke, "What if I commit suicide?"

"Huh," Wei Zheng was slightly surprised, "You are an individual being, not a mere avatar of someone, even if you are a reincarnation, your essence remains, wouldn't commit suicide, right? Who would be foolish enough to do such a thing, when faced with glory, wealth, and immense power..."

"Besides, even if you do commit suicide, you would resurrect by returning to the past... In Chang'an City, under the emperor's gaze, it would be a meaningless act."

"When the ruler orders a minister to die, the minister cannot refuse; when the ruler orders a minister to live, suicide is impossible too... this is Chang'an City."

Indeed, according to logic, this is the case—I wouldn't commit suicide.

As an independent living being, compromise is the best option.

Zhu Zhengwei understood how they intended to deal with him.

Carrot and stick, making me work for them!

After all, for the Great Tang, this "Hexagon Warrior" was simply beyond their comprehension, an extraordinary being!

How terrifying is it?

In the Great Tang, among all the prime ministers and generals, there are only a dozen with "Celestial Dao Level" talents, followed by hundreds with "Pseudo-Heavenly Dao Level" talents... But, these talents all have their specialties and are still extremely rare...

Meaning, they have merely a few talents in the "Celestial Dao Level" field...

And what about myself?

Although just a "Celestial Dao Level" talented prodigy.

But the strategic significance is entirely different.

I am an "All-Purpose Type" talent: alone, comparable to hundreds or thousands with "Celestial Dao Level" talent, covering all categories, from combat, array skills, artifact refining, to governance...

Even, theoretically, as long as endlessly exploiting me, I could be equivalent to millions of "Celestial Dao Level" talents; such an existence holds immense strategic significance for the Great Tang!

So, they don't care about my true identity, unable to detect it doesn't matter, capturing me first is their plan.

How could they let go of someone like this?

"Absurd, Eternal Hell... endless reincarnation." Zhu Zhengwei felt a chill in his heart, understanding Emperor Tang's intentions... They truly want me to become prime minister, and this time the timeline won't restart.

After all,

He wouldn't risk endlessly rebooting the timeline; he likely reached the limit of checkpoint restarts... now Chang'an City's time must flow to the next era.

Zhu Zhengwei fell into contemplation.

"What do you think?" Wei Zheng, in a persuasive posture, smiled, "All the prime minister's positions and powers will be yours... but you will never be able to leave Chang'an City, nor communicate with the outside world."

This sounds nice, but in reality, it's just house arrest!

Zhu Zhengwei tried to negotiate, "I can accept the position of prime minister... but the confinement..."

"That is non-negotiable."

Wei Zheng shook his head, "From a probabilistic standpoint, the probability of someone having a 'Celestial Dao Level' talent is one in seventy billion... the probability of someone having two 'Celestial Dao Level' talents, you can do the math..."

"Historically recorded, only a handful exist in myth."

"And you, being a comprehensive Celestial Dao Level, fundamentally could not naturally occur as a being, you must have great secrets, truly being the reincarnation of some ancient entity is not surprising."

Wei Zheng smiled broadly.

"Put yourself in our shoes, if it were you, would you let him leave Chang'an City? Even if he would willingly return, any unforeseen accident could incur a loss we couldn't afford!"

"Also, we won't allow you to communicate with the outside world; currently, you might not have any prehistoric memory inheritance, but it's uncertain for the future... there might be changes, connections with past lives outside, and the like."

Wei Zheng's words were very reasonable.

House arrest, completely severing ties with the outside world, was normal!

Thus, though they couldn't investigate thoroughly, as long as they fully isolated me from the world, all details became irrelevant...

"Then, Prime Minister.... from today onward, you are the Great Tang's prime minister, the supreme Minister of the Ministry of War."

Wei Zheng spoke calmly, "The development of Chang'an City depends on you... all the conditions you desire, we will try our best to satisfy, even within Chang'an City, you can live as normally as anyone else."

Zhu Zhengwei: "...."

For most people, these are enormous benefits.

Aside from not being able to go out or communicate with the outside world, I just need to handle the overwhelming "work" to enjoy riches and glory, supreme power...

Even for prime ministers, they spend most of their lives in Chang'an City working here, why bother venturing into the barbarian lands outside?

This is indeed the center of the human realm!

To them, confinement meant no restriction at all.

But for Zhu Zhengwei, it's a different matter.

"Alright, let's begin." Emperor Tang glanced up.

Click.

Zhu Zhengwei felt his connection with the outside world completely severed.

He was thoroughly thrown into an enclosed space.

He immediately felt a sense of disconnection, realizing that his link to his true self was utterly severed, likely using some unfathomable formidable power to isolate it.

Chang'an City, truly a hidden dragon's lair.

Even if an existence on the level of Immortal Zhenyuan came, the contemporary Human Emperor, backed by Dragon Vein fortune and mysterious karmic fortune, could only flee heavily wounded...

From now on,

Can I not contact my true self?

Must I become the Great Tang's prime minister?

Zhu Zhengwei paused, "At the very least, ensure an eight-hour work day."

...

...

On the other side.

In the Ancestral Witch World, Zhu Zhengwei's Creator God true self, an ancient and magnificent entity, slowly opened its eyes from endless slumber, voicing confusion, "My second avatar, the Ghost Witch Doctor's presence, has completely vanished?"

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