God Emperor

A year ago, Kong Lanyou used a hand seal to smash the statue of the Queen in Ziwei Palace.

Now, the statue stood tall again, emitting rays of colorful divine light, making the entire Central Imperial City enveloped in the rich holy energy of heaven and earth.

As long as the queen does not die and the statue of the god is immortal, the divine power can reflect the heaven and earth.

The temple at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty is the closest to the statue and is covered by the energy of the gods. It can be said to be the best place for cultivation in the entire Kunlun world. Practicing in the Yuanchu Temple, not only the speed of cultivation is much faster than that of the outside world, but also, one can comprehend the ways of the gods at any time.

At this time, Huang Yanchen was sitting in the temple at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, receiving the talented lady of the holy book.

After reading the content on the messenger light talisman, Huang Yanchen fell into silence. After a moment, he said: "Before the master left, he specifically explained that Qiu Yu is the hope of the future of Kunlun Realm and may grow into a new spiritual root of heaven and earth. The imperial court He must be given the utmost help.”

"That's right." said the Holy Book Talented Woman.

Huang Yanchen said: "The Talented Lady of the Holy Book is known as the smartest woman in the world. What do you think I should do?"

The talented lady with the holy book said: "Everything is decided by Jiezi."

Huang Yanchen frowned slightly, with a bitter look in his eyes.

Huang Yanchen knew in his heart that the talented scholar was Zhang Ruochen's confidante. A year ago, she pierced Zhang Ruochen's heart with a sword. I'm afraid that the talented scholar also had some resentment towards her.

Therefore, the talented woman with the holy book left such a dilemma to her to make a decision.

Huang Yanchen bit his lip gently and sighed: "If it were you, what would you do?"

The talented lady with a holy book smiled and said nothing, but shook her head slightly.

"In the imperial court, King Douzhan, King Lingxiao, King Nanyu and Qiu Yu all have extremely close relationships. In fact, the three princes are even married to the Fire Tribe. Now they are like brothers. If I don't give the order to stop it, the three princes will be killed. The Grand Prince's Palace will definitely help Qiu Yu and the Fire Tribe suppress Zhang Ruochen. If I give the order, the three Prince's Palace will definitely obey the order and dare not intervene. But...should I follow the master's oracle or help him?"

Huang Yanchen seemed to be talking to himself, or asking the talented woman of the holy book.

The talented woman with holy books remained silent.

At this moment, a crimson phoenix holy figure flew in from outside the temple, condensed into the delicate body of Canglan Martial Saint, wearing crimson holy armor, and the wings on its back were like two fire clouds.

"Your Highness Jiezi, the Fire Clan and the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult simultaneously used the messenger light talisman to send a message, inviting you to attend the wedding banquet on Wuding Mountain on the seventh day of the lunar month next month. Afterwards, the invitation will be sent."

Martial Saint Canglan presented two communication light talismans.

Seeing these two communication light talismans, the smile on Huang Yanchen's face became stiffer and he said: "It's not like I'm getting married, but they pushed me to the forefront. What a Ouyang Huan, what a Qiu Yu, actually using me to go... Deal with Zhang Ruochen. I'm afraid many important people in the court have also received invitations. Everyone is waiting to see how I deal with Zhang Ruochen. You two also think this is a good show, right? "

The Holy Book Talented Girl and Canglan Martial Saint looked at each other, shook their heads at the same time, and said at the same time: "If Jiezi doesn't want to go, no one can force you."

"Go, why not go. Such a lively wedding banquet, if you miss it this time, I don't know how long it will take to wait until the next time."

Huang Yanchen stood up, exuding a fierce aura.

The Holy Book Talented Girl and Canglan Martial Saint were both slightly surprised. They seemed to see the shadow of Queen Chi Yao in Huang Yanchen. It has nothing to do with cultivation, it's just that the temperament and eyes are so similar.

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Central region, Shengming City.

Shengming City was once the imperial city of the Shengming Central Empire. It was home to outstanding people and spiritual veins. Even though the empire had perished, the city was still a prosperous scene, with rays of holy energy reaching into the sky.

On the western outskirts of Shengming City is the royal tomb forest.

After leaving the Demon Sect's main altar, Zhang Ruochen came to Shengming City, entered the royal tomb, held incense and candles, and worshiped the soul of his mother.

The palace owner of Fengwu Palace, "Grandma Bai Su", and the most beautiful woman in Shengming City, "Qin Yutong", stood behind Zhang Ruochen, also kneeling on the ground and worshiping the mausoleum in front of them.

Grandma Baisu was Zhang Ruochen's palace maid eight hundred years ago. Now she works for Emperor Ming's twelfth brother, "King Mingjiang". Because of her advanced cultivation, she became the master of Fengwu Palace.

After the worship, Granny Bai Su said: "Your Highness, the great changes that took place in the Central Imperial City one year ago..."

"There is no need to mention this matter again."

Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands behind his back, stood up straight, and said, "I want to see the Twelve Emperors, please make arrangements."

In the past, Zhang Ruochen didn't want to meet King Mingjiang because the time was not yet ripe. But now, he had to meet this twelfth emperor uncle.

"Okay, I will inform Master Twelve now and ask him to come to Shengming City immediately."

Granny Bai Su and Qin Yutong retreated and left the royal tomb.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen stared at a certain direction in the tomb forest and said, "Come out!"

The next moment, an old Taoist with an immortal spirit walked out of the void, bowed to Zhang Ruochen and said: "Dragon-protecting Pavilion Thirty-six Tiangang, Zhao Min, pays homage to His Royal Highness. May I ask what your orders are to His Highness?"

Zhao Min was ordered by the master of the Dragon Pavilion to protect the royal tombs of the Shengming Central Empire. Back then, Zhang Ruochen and Kong Lanyou met him once when they came here to visit the grave.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I want to see the master of Dragon Protection Pavilion, you can make arrangements."

Zhao Min said: "There is more than one Pavilion Master of the Dragon Protection Pavilion. The thirty-six Tiangang are all human monks and take orders from the Tiangang Pavilion Master. The seventy-two Earth Demons are all wild beasts, plants and alien species, and they obey the orders of the Disha Pavilion Master. and two imperial totems.”

"Which pavilion master can you contact?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Zhao Min said: "My subordinates can only contact the Master of Tiangang Pavilion."

Zhang Ruochen said in a commanding tone: "Let him come to Shengming City to see me within three days."

"Okay, my subordinates will do it now."

Zhao Min bowed again to salute Zhang Ruochen, then shook his figure and disappeared from the place so fast that it was difficult for Zhang Ruochen to see clearly how he left.

"This person's cultivation level is still higher than that of the Holy Master of the Mu family, but he stoops here to guard the tomb. Hulong Pavilion! Hulong Pavilion! If you had not left Shengming City back then, would the Shengming Central Empire be able to support it? Longer? What order did your father give you back then?"

Zhang Ruochen muttered something to himself, then shook his head and showed a self-deprecating smile.

Leaving the royal tomb, Zhang Ruochen walked into Fengwu Palace.

Qin Yutong knew Zhang Ruochen's true identity, so she did not dare to neglect him and quickly welcomed Zhang Ruochen into the inner palace and served him in the best way.

"Mother-in-law has already contacted Master Twelve, and there should be results soon." Qin Yutong said with fear.

In the past, Qin Yutong could still be friends with Zhang Ruochen, but now she can only serve Zhang Ruochen respectfully and be a maid. Zhang Ruochen's own cultivation alone made her feel tremendous pressure. What's more, Zhang Ruochen still has the distinguished status of the crown prince.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged next to the table, took out a communication light talisman, mobilized his spiritual power and holy energy, and burned text on it.

Qin Yutong stood aside, as quiet as an orchid in an empty valley.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, glanced at her, and said, "Can you trim your beard and hair?"

Qin Yutong looked at Zhang Ruochen's disheveled hair and thick beard, nodded quickly and said, "If His Highness needs it, Yutong can give it a try."

Zhang Ruochen looked very humble and said: "Thank you very much."

Qin Yutong's two jade hands were extremely beautiful, with slender fingers that were as soft as boneless. Holding a crystal clear jade knife, she carefully helped Zhang Ruochen trim his beard and hair.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen said: "The family relationship between the imperial family is the weakest. For power and profit, brothers will kill each other. You said that the power that the twelfth uncle has worked hard for eight hundred years will be handed over to him. I’m a junior?”

Qin Yutong's fingers trembled slightly, and his face turned pale with fear.

"Don't be so nervous, I'll just ask casually." Zhang Ruochen smiled.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen had already conducted detailed research on the turmoil that occurred within the Shengming Central Empire after Emperor Ming's disappearance eight hundred years ago.

Not only Kong Shangli of Peacock Villa, but Zhang Ruochen's imperial uncles and aunts were also involved in the struggle for power. The entire Shengming City was filled with blood and chaos.

In the end, due to internal and external troubles, a huge empire collapsed in just a few decades.

In the final analysis, it was because Emperor Ming disappeared, the prince was assassinated, and the whole group was leaderless that it caused such a situation.

Suddenly, Qin Yutong knelt in front of Zhang Ruochen, lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, my mother-in-law has told me before. If Your Highness comes to Fengwu Palace, let me advise you... to leave quickly."

Zhang Ruochen understood the meaning of her words and seemed very calm. He said: "Uncle Twelve Emperors are kind to you and are your masters. The fact that you can remind me of this sentence shows that you are very loyal to the Shengming Central Empire."

Qin Yutong said: "Your Highness, won't you leave?"

"Why are you leaving? Since I have chosen to see the Twelve Emperor's Uncle, I am not afraid of him and have more confidence in making him surrender to me. It's time to change the leaderless situation!"

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and injected a holy energy into the communication light talisman.

"Wow!"

The surface of the communication light talisman emitted a dazzling light, and characters emerged one by one.

Qin Yutong glanced at the messenger light talisman and saw two words. Suddenly, he was startled again and exclaimed: "Death Zen."

"That's right. It's time to repay the favor that Death Chan Patriarch owes me."

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves, and the communication light talisman turned into a stream of light and flew out.

Zhang Ruochen touched his chin and found that his thick beard had been trimmed. He took a photo in the bronze mirror and said to Qin Yutong: "Go get a piece of silk brocade and a pen."

Qin Yutong asked: "What does Your Highness want to write?"

"Write an edict, a "Prince's Edict" to be announced to the world."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were a little sharp, and he said to himself: "All dragons must have a leader, and all the old members of the former sage should return. On the seventh day of the next month, I, the prince, will hold the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron to worship heaven, gods, and gods at Wuding Mountain. Sacrifice to the dead.”