Since Xuan Guangqiao became a Taoist and was given the title of ‘Holy Creation’, the demon tribe has completely updated its chronology and named it the ‘Chest of Creation’!
The ninth day of June every year is the Festival of Creation, to commemorate Xuanguang Bridge’s great kindness to the demon clan!
After the tragic battle between the two clans, the Festival of Creation will soon come again.
Although there were some losses in the war, some demon groups lost the backbone of their families, and their lives were not as good as before.
But overall, the atmosphere in the Endless Sea and the Western Desert Divine Continent is still mainly cheerful and lively.
The ninth day of June.
Festival of Creation.
The sky is dark and the sun has not yet appeared.
After a long time, dots of fish belly white appeared in the distance, causing the blackness in the sky to gradually fade away, and daylight slowly returned to the land of the Western Desert.
The Western Desert is desolate, with yellow sand all over the sky, and only a few oases suitable for living.
Due to the limitations of heaven and earth, even the demon clan can only temporarily maintain the Western Desert leyline from being collapsed, and cannot develop too many oases.
But even so, the world environment of the Western Desert Divine Continent is still better than that of the Endless Sea, and it still attracts the yearning of many demon clans, big and small.
At this moment, in a certain oasis, on a street with few monsters, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.
It's the overlord!
The Overlord stepped forward. He looked around and saw that every house was decorated with lanterns and bright red lights, which was extremely festive.
The same is true for the military camp at the front line. This scene is very cheerful.
"Dragon God Incense Body..."
Soon, the Overlord saw a temple for sacrifice in the center of the street.
In the sacrificial temple, a stone statue of Panwei True Dragon is enshrined.
The appearance of the Pan-tailed Dragon is not very lifelike, it is very rough.
It's just that in the eyes of the Overlord, bits and pieces of incense and belief power gathered around the Panwei True Dragon stone statue, giving it an aura of sanctity.
In the past, these sacrificial temples worshiped Taiyin Saint Han Jiuming.
Now, what these sacrificial temples worship is the Xuanguang Bridge, the Holy Lord of Creation!
"I pray that Shuiyue will be happy every day this year..."
"I hope the Holy Lord will bless my son for his safe return..."
"Your Majesty, please let me make a lot of money tonight..."
Although it was only early in the morning, demons were coming and going in the sacrificial temple.
One demon after another devoutly kowtowed in front of the stone statue and repeatedly made their wishes.
The Overlord stands on one side.
It was obvious that his figure and power were so huge, but none of the monsters in the field could recognize his true form.
"The power of the people's incense and faith is not only poisonous, but not everyone can use it."
"It seems that it is impossible for me to bless this majestic power into the body of the Skyhorned Ant."
"Unless...I, the Overlord, take the place of the Holy Lord!"
Overlord quickly came to such a conclusion and felt a pity in his heart.
Today is the Festival of Creation, a day when the power of incense belief among the demon clan and all peoples is extremely active.
He originally wanted to see if he could find a way to make the Skyhorned Ants continue to grow stronger, but he was greatly disappointed.
With a secret sigh, the Overlord slowly walked out of the main hall of the sacrificial temple.
At this time, a theatrical troupe had already been set up in front of the sacrificial temple, with many demon performers performing on it.
The Overlord glanced at it and then withdrew his attention.
Because the songs performed by these monsters are nothing more than bringing the deeds of the Holy Lord of Creation onto the stage.
Every year, there are basically scripts like [Overlord of the Four Directions] and [Holy Lord Divine Power] going back and forth, and the routines are pretty much the same.
But because of this, even though the great demons such as Lin Wentian, Ye Qing and Ye Jianfei have fallen, they have been able to leave their names in the history of the demon clan because they once competed with the Holy Lord of Creation.
And Emperor Longyang’s son, Dongzhisheng, left a heavy mark even more!
"color!"
"Damn Dong Zhi Sheng, he is so despicable..."
"Lin Wentian and Ye Qing are out, haha, let's let Ye Jianfei come!"
The common people of Li looked at the performance on the stage, clapped their hands and applauded, and their emotions were affected by it.
At this moment, bit by bit, the power of the incense rose up from the bodies of all living beings, condensing on the body of the Dragon God Incense.
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The only thing that can compare with, or even be more lively than, the Creation Festival is the human race's Longyang Festival.
Although at the border between the Western Desert Divine Continent and the Beiyuan Divine Continent, the armies of the two races were confronting each other and testing each other from time to time.
But time is still flowing like a river, and it will never come back.
On a cold winter night, the night is as dark as ink, and everything is silent.
Longyang Festival is here!
However, this year, the Longyang Festival, which used to be extremely lively, fell into silence, especially in Beiyuan Shenzhou.
Therefore, even though there are lights and colorful decorations all around, there is still no lively atmosphere like before.
At this moment, Fengxi Hongyuan came to Xingle Outer City and took a stroll.
He plans to observe the power of incense faith on the human side at close range!
In the city, red lanterns can be seen everywhere, and the city is full of joy and the atmosphere of the New Year.
But compared with the happy smiles on the faces of the people of the demon race celebrating the Creation Festival, although the faces of the people of the human race also have smiles, there is a hint of sadness on their faces.
Hong Yuan walked through the Flower Street, the Moon Lake, and the Painted Boat...
The more he watched, the more surprised he became.
"Dad, why are there so few dragon and lion dance teams this year?" On Flower Street, a cute little girl wearing a red dress with two braids tied on both sides asked innocently.
The middle-aged strong man picked up the little girl, put it on his neck, and sighed: "Maybe it's too dark, don't worry, she will come back, everything will come back."
Will everything come back?
Hong Yuan already had the answer in his mind, but he didn't say much.
He just looked at the queue of dragon and lion dancers, looking at the thin but tenacious power of incense.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled that more than a hundred years ago, he was just like the father and daughter in front of him, taking Mo Yue'er to the flower street, admiring the lanterns, and exchanging New Year gifts.
My thoughts are withdrawn, and memories come flooding back.
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On the bamboo forest road in front of the hoarfrost stone house, Xiao Yue'er suddenly stopped Hong Yuan.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Uncle, please put me down, I will give you a gift." Xiao Yue'er said with a mysterious face.
"Oh? A gift... What a coincidence, I also have a gift for you." Hong Yuan said warmly.
Hong Yuan placed Xiao Yue'er on the bluestone road, and then the two of them turned around in tacit agreement and took out their gifts.
An ordinary poor peace charm...
An exquisite and gorgeous phoenix feather butterfly...
"Little uncle, look, I embroidered this for you, do you like it?" Xiao Yue'er handed the peace charm to Hong Yuan, her eyes were expectant and shining with starlight.
"I like it, I like it very much." Hong Yuan knelt down and spoke seriously. Xiao Yue'er was so happy that she jumped up.
Afterwards, she looked at the Phoenix Feather Butterfly and exclaimed, "Wow, this little butterfly is so beautiful, even prettier than a little carp."
"This is your gift, accept it." Hong Yuan handed Feng Yudie over.
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Bang, bang, bang.
Memories are like lenses shattered, and Hong Yuan's eyes regain their clarity.
He couldn't go back, and he didn't want to go back.
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Hong Yuan has always been very clear that if he wants to become an emperor in the demon body, the most direct way is to increase his strength and forcibly defeat the torrent of heaven and earth.
To be continued...