Chapter 564 The body of the emperor, the majesty of the emperor
"It's difficult!"
Recreating a myth is easier said than done.
Xiahou Jiang walked forward, recalling the scenes of the old battles, and couldn't help but feel sad.
Xu Changge followed Xia Houjiang closely, wanting to see where Xia Houjiang wanted to take him.
Walking on the bloody ground of the battlefield, broken soldiers and bodies can be seen everywhere.
In the sky, broken palaces floated one after another. Sometimes two palaces would collide with each other and be smashed into pieces, burying all the glory of the past.
"Mr. Xu, would you like to see Renjun's true face?"
Xiahou Jiang walked far away and turned to Xu Changge and said.
"Is Renjun's body here?"
Xu Changge was shocked and his expression changed.
"For millions of years, I have guarded your body so that it will not be corroded by time."
If left in the outside world, Renjun's bones would have been eroded into powder, or robbed by some ancient beings. Only Xiahou Jiang can protect the bodies of Renjun and many generals, and preserve the glimmer of hope for the Daqian Dynasty. Lived.
In the ancient tomb of Xuanyu Prefecture, Renjun, Xu Shuai and others are all heroic soul bodies. Their physical bodies are actually in a corner of this ancient battlefield, protected by Xiahou Jiang's great supernatural power.
"If I can see your majestic face today, this trip will be worthwhile."
Xu Changge was looking forward to it.
"Please." Xia Houjiang gave Xu Changge great respect. Only Xu Changge had the honor and face to be treated like this by the Daqian Imperial Master who controlled the world.
Therefore, Xu Changge, guided by Xia Houjiang, passed through the bloody battlefield, avoiding the remaining legal restrictions in the battlefield and going deep into it.
When he reached a place, Xiahou Jiang looked up at the floating ancient palace and waved his sleeves gently.
Swish——
A bridge rising into the sky appeared, starting from the tip of the Xiahou River and ending at the ancient palace.
The bridge is wide, solid and stable.
Xu Changge and Xiahou Jiang climbed onto the bridge and headed towards the ancient palace.
This palace is somewhat different from the other palaces. This palace is located at the core of the battlefield. It is supported by a total of 108 white jade pillars. The pillars are engraved with lifelike dragon patterns.
The palace door is made of golden nanmu, and every inch has mysterious traces of Taoism flowing faintly. The palace door is tall and towering like a mountain.
Xu Changge walked from bottom to top, looked up, and saw many places in the ancient palace, which made the majesty, solemnity, and grandeur of the ancient palace even more apparent.
"In those days, Renjun sat in it, commanded thousands of armies, and was powerful in the nine states."
Xia Houjiang and Xu Changge stood at the edge of the ancient palace. In front of them was a white jade road with a length of 100,000 meters, which was particularly wide.
In a daze, Xu Changge seemed to see the shadows of countless soldiers standing in front of Bai Yu, waiting for Renjun's orders.
"In that battle, the palace was smashed to pieces. After the war ended, I had nothing to do, so I remodeled the palace. Over the years, I have occasionally traveled here to recall the past."
Xiahoujiang moved forward slowly, and scenes from the past appeared before his eyes, making him unbearable to look back.
Xu Changge turned his head and glanced at Xia Houjiang's profile, remaining silent.
A whole million years! No one can understand how much pain Xiahoujiang endured, let alone the price Xiahoujiang paid to protect the glimmer of hope of the Daqian Dynasty.
Unknowingly, the two of them arrived at the palace gate.
The palace door is closed tightly, and the traces of the path are flowing.
Xia Houjiang placed his right hand on the palace door, using some unknown means, and gently applied force.
"Click——"
The door of the palace, which was like a giant mountain, slowly opened. It was dark and lightless inside, and the invisible majesty of the king came from the door, making Xu Changge stand in awe.
"Mr. Xu, please come in."
Xiahou Jiang extended his hand to signal.
Xu Changge's expression remained unchanged, he nodded slightly and took steps forward.
As Xu Changge and Xia Houjiang entered, the palace door slowly closed.
With a "dang" sound, the door was closed tightly. The hall was dark, and the surroundings could not be seen.
Xia Houjiang clicked lightly and cast a spell to light up the candles on both sides of the hall.
There were hundreds of glazed jade lamps burning, illuminating every corner of the hall.
Xu Changge immediately saw the man in the deepest part of the hall, his eyes flashing with a hint of respect and surprise.
The person sitting on the throne in the main hall is the king.
Renjun is wearing a black robe, every thread is made of the finest silk in the world. The cuffs outline the scenery of the world. The robe hanging down on the chair and the ground looks extremely neat, without any mess.
trace.
Renjun wears a black crown with a map of mountains and rivers engraved on it, symbolizing ultimate power.
Standing in the main hall, you need to raise your head slightly to see Renjun's face. This is Renjun's body, with his eyes closed tightly. His eyebrows are thick and long, like two willow leaves. His long hair goes into his crown, showing his nobility. His facial features
Exquisite, as if cut by a sword, with sharp edges and corners, resolute and majestic.
Looking at Renjun sitting on a high place, Xu Changge seemed to see a peerless figure who could dominate all the world in the past. He could sweep across the nine states and all realms with just a raise of his hands and feet, aspire to the position of the Supreme Dao, and overlook all the people of all races.
"This is Renjun."
It was the first time that Xu Changge saw Renjun's true appearance, and his thoughts were complicated.
"His life was extremely difficult and he created too many myths."
Xiahou Jiang murmured.
"How do the Imperial Master and Renjun know each other?"
Xu Changge asked curiously.
"This is quite interesting. At that time, I never imagined that the conversation on that day would become a reality in the future, or even do better."
Xia Houjiang couldn't help but think of something very long ago and didn't mind chatting with Xu Changge.
"That year, I was still a fledgling young man..."
Millions of years ago, Xia Houjiang was self-taught and embarked on the path of spiritual practice. At that time, the human race lived at the bottom of society. Let alone fighting for their due rights, countless people were not even qualified to live.
Xia Houjiang walked alone and saw too much suffering in the world. He vowed to devote his life to changing the current situation.
One day, Xiahoujiang came across a village where rat monks were massacring human beings. Xiahoujiang used all his strength to kill the rat monks, and saved some of his compatriots, allowing them to flee for their lives.
Because of this incident, Xiahoujiang was wanted by the rat tribe, and the human compatriots he rescued eventually died. After learning of this incident, Xiahoujiang was filled with anger, but he did not dare to come forward, so he could only flee in all directions.
One night, Xiahoujiang hid in a cave and rested against a small fire.
Suddenly, a burst of footsteps woke up Xiahoujiang, making Xiahoujiang's spirit tense.
Listening to the footsteps, Xiahoujiang concluded that two people were approaching and was ready to respond.
Soon, a young man in black and a young man in light-colored cloth came over.