Zhou, Hao Jing.

As the most orthodox symbol in the world and the holy place that the Seven Kingdoms nominally worship, it has existed for thousands of years.

It doesn't have much territory, only one big city, Haojing, stands in the center of the earth. It doesn't even have many people under its rule. Most of the people living in it are the descendants of the divine blood who joined the Zhou family to fight for the throne.

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However, no one dares to look down upon such a seemingly small royal city in the vastness of Jiuzhou.

Because it is inhabited by the most 'great' being on earth, the Emperor of Zhou who is between man and god.

This night, the moon was shining over the willow branches.

The quiet and empty Zhou Dynasty palace was silent and silent.

As the greatest building in the world, it deserves this honor.

The aura emanating from the many palaces and buildings from time to time is majestic and ancient, just like the peaks on the top of mountains, which must be looked up to.

Not to mention the level of construction.

Just saying this alone has surpassed all the palaces in the world. Except for the forgotten ancient city of Chaoge, there is no other city that can compare with it.

And tonight.

The emperor, holding a scepter in his hand, walked out of the lonely and cold palace.

He stood among the layers of palaces and saw the sparkling pool of water reflecting on the walls of the buildings, and he couldn't help but feel something.

Then he looked at the sacrificial platform that shone with a faint white light all the year round and was guarded at the center by the huge Hao Jing like stars holding the moon. It was even higher than the Zhou Palace.

Then, an indescribable expression appeared on his face.

The palm of his hand holding the scepter suddenly tightened, and the next moment he took a deep breath, and like a breeze, it disappeared from the place in an instant.

Wait until he shows up again.

We are already so close to the end of the world, walking from the void to the sacred platform for worship.

Sacrifice to the rooftop.

It was built by the Emperor Zhou to worship the nine gods who had descended from heaven to earth.

It is also the place where many descendants of the divine blood come to worship the ancestors of the bloodline.

Even though the gods in heaven have not shown their miracles for tens of thousands of years.

But Emperor Zhou is still waiting in Haojing.

He stood on the high platform that was blown by the cool breeze and exposed to the vast starry sky, but was wrapped in countless invisible chains in the void, forming a great protection formation.

He looked at the nine huge ancient bronze statues.

In his eyes, the nine sacred statues were so bright that they could not be looked directly at, as if they contained the power of heaven, and their faces were covered by a layer of mist, making it difficult to see them clearly.

However, the general outline of each statue is different.

There is the God of Bitterness who has four heads and eight arms and is covered with green light; there is Lord Tianxing who is wearing golden armor and carrying a huge ax on his back; and there is a crescent moon above his head and the Lord of the Moon is wearing a misty palace skirt.

The nine statues of gods are slightly glowing and lifelike. Standing here, they seem to be watched by many gods. Even though Emperor Zhou has already stood on the pinnacle of the human world, at this time, his heart is still full of awe.

A long, long time ago, so long that he himself had forgotten it.

He is one of the eight hundred princes under the command of King Xuan Shang spread across all nine states.

The name of the country is: Zhou. It is not considered powerful, but it is still considered a monarch.

In the era of Xuan Shang, he could not sense the so-called aura of heaven and earth, and could not become a shaman. Moreover, he was born with a weak constitution and practiced martial arts with half the effort. Even if he bathed in big medicine and tortured his body all day long, he could only be compared with the elite bodyguards.

Those great witches who burned mountains and boiled seas, and generals who were invincible.

Their realm was one that Emperor Zhou thought he would never be able to reach in his lifetime.

Until that day comes.

He dreamed that he passed through a bright portal and reached the end of this world.

At the end of the sky, he saw countless divine lights intertwining, depicting the dark and quiet starry sky.

The splendid Milky Way pours out, and there are countless miniatures of the world, big and small, like waves in the sea, extremely small.

Together they depict an unimaginably vast scene.

Emperor Zhou had never seen such a scene.

Even the world behind him, this Jiuzhou, is just a corner of it.

He is fashionable and weak.

Therefore, he was completely shocked by the scene before him and could not recover.

But at this moment, he actually saw a scene that made him even more unbelievable.

In a place far away from his sight, there was an old man sitting on the upper reaches of the Star Sea, fishing!

Divine light lingered behind him. Although he only wore cloth, every strand of gray hair hanging down seemed to be intertwined with countless rules and principles, exuding indescribable power.

That was a more tyrannical existence than the great wizard Xuan Shang that Emperor Zhou had seen when he paid homage to Xuan Shang!

For a moment, this king who was wandering in a fuzzy state was swaying in his mind.

He watched the fishhook in the mysterious old man's hand swinging in the sea of ​​stars and spreading.

It wasn't until the 'hook' reached his shadow that a change occurred.

The sea of ​​stars seemed to be rippled.

The old man seemed to notice him.

So smile slightly:

"mortal?"

"interesting."

"Want to be a god?"

The faint voice fell in the ears of Emperor Zhou at that time, but it was no different than a divine voice descending from heaven. It was vast and sacred, boundless, and seemed to resound throughout the entire galaxy.

However, he could sense it clearly.

That. It was the old man talking to him.

This dream was so clear and there was no sign of waking up.

So, by some strange coincidence, he asked the old man:

"What is God?"

Immediately afterwards, the sea of ​​stars turned into an instant and disappeared in an instant.

Only the last lingering sound remains:

"Gods are greater than the world and exist beyond all living beings. They live in the galaxy and above the stars. They are not limited by their life span and sit and watch the changes of the world."

"If we go one step further, we can see that the 'Emperor of Heaven' is a star king and will exist forever."

"King of Zhou."

"Today, you are destined to see me, and I can give you a chance."

"My name is Jiang Shang. If you are willing to inherit the lineage of the gods, you should set up a sacrificial platform in the mortal world to worship the gods."

"In this way, I can give you the rank of ascending to the gods."

The words turned into ripples, echoing in this increasingly blurred sea of ​​​​stars, and when the Emperor of Zhou woke up from his dream, he revived from his bedroom.

He found that he clearly remembered everything that happened in the dream, and also obtained the method of sacrificing something to the sacred.

So, he spent several years building a sacrificial platform, and personally knelt down on the platform to invite God to come.

on that day.

He saw the dream turn into reality, saw the hazy divine cast their shadow, and gave him divine blood.

They said that it was the greatest power, and that he would become the divine spokesperson and the king of this earth, and from then on he would reach the top.

It is precisely because of this that, under their leadership, Emperor Zhou subverted Xuan Shang.

Until today, thousands of years later.

He held the scepter engraved with the Eye of the Black Bird and looked at the two statues of nine gods, which shone slightly with fluorescence, as if the gods were resurrected. His eyes were excited and complicated.

Emperor Zhou knew those two statues.

One has four heads and eight arms, and is the god of suffering worshiped by the descendants of Wei Earth God.

And the other one, wearing armor, carrying a battle ax, and full of murderous aura, is none other than Lord Tianxing!

"Have the gods, who have been away for so long, finally lowered their gaze again?"

Even though he was wearing a luxurious crown, Emperor Zhou could not stop trembling all over.

So much time has passed.
To be continued...