Cut the seven continents of thunder, Thunder Xiaze.

This big city nestled between water and mountains is now a gathering place for countless figures. The lakes and swamps that were once filled with reeds and aquatic plants have been filled and compacted, and the land is filled with men and women dressed in local clothes, like an ocean.

Pendants woven with five-colored silk threads were hung around their waists, and some of them wore purple-black turbans on their heads. Many men carried a long and narrow knife around their waists. Such a configuration was indispensable when walking in Leixiaze, where there were many poisonous insects, snakes and ants.

But today is different from the past. The golden and red flags that symbolized the Plantagenet dynasty in the city are no longer there. Instead, there are banners with black backgrounds and purple prints. There are more than one banner. The countless black and purple flags held high on the ground flutter in the breeze, like a black ocean, silent and solemn.

The big drum covered with animal skin was beaten in the hands of men with bare arms and exposed chests. The sound was not hurried, but rather like classical music, solemn and extremely powerful.

Amid the sound of drums, old men dressed in black robes, holding white bone tablets in their hands, walked slowly forward in two rows on the main road among the crowd in the wilderness. On both sides of the road, local people dressed in black and armor stood upright, holding black flags high. Although they were of different heights and weapons, the aura of reverence and solemnity they exuded was something that no other scattered forces possessed.

The wilderness was full of people. Most of them were residents living in the poor mountains and bad waters of the Seven Continents of Lei. Their customs and habits were different from those of the people in the Central Plains. Some of them carried long knives made of animal horns, some had white or black paint on their faces, some had scattered wooden and bone ornaments on their ears, and wore belts woven with five-colored silk threads.

Today, all the tribes in the seven Lei continents gathered here, quietly watching the elders of the 'Xuan Yi Palace' faction walking on the main road, and at the end of this main road there was a three-story platform.

There is a large bronze tripod on the high platform, and there are burning fires behind it. In the daytime, the flames are dim, and faint black smoke rises from it, rising into the sky, outlining a misty picture of clouds and mist in the sky.

The 'Xuan Yi Palace' originated from the ancient Xin State, and was the inheritance left by the then Xin State's Chief of Spring. After the death of the Xuan Zhuo, the Xuan Feng lineage withered away, and there was no more direct lineage. The 'Xuan Yi Palace' is a rare faction that still inherited the Xuan Zhuo lineage. Although it is not powerful, it has still been passed down with difficulty in the dangerous mountains and waters of the Seven Continents of Lei.

Now, amid the sounds of drums and bells, the elders of the Xuanyi Palace slowly climbed onto the high platform, and then knelt down together, bowing to the sky and the heavens.

"Announce to the four corners of heaven and earth——"

"We, the people of Xin—"

"Xuanfeng, the Queen of the Cuckoo—"

More than seven hundred years later, the cry of "Queen of the Cuckoo" moved countless people present to tears, their eyes blurred and their expressions difficult to suppress. In the silence, one after another, the strong and unruly mountain people slowly knelt on one knee and willingly lowered their heads before the purple-black phoenix that was slowly condensing in the sky.

Since the departure of the cuckoo, these small tribes living in the poor mountains and bad waters have no one to protect them anymore. They can only watch helplessly as the land deteriorates step by step, the swamps are flooded, poisonous insects breed, and evil birds cannot cross. Even if they want to fight out, they fail again and again, until the Xin Kingdom is destroyed, and there is no longer any major sect in the Seven Continents of Lei. The Xuanfeng Sect withers and falls apart.

Now, the disaster of the dragon vein has struck again. In the past few years, water has flooded Minze, the wasteland has dried up, and monsters have appeared frequently. The already dangerous environment has further deteriorated. Many villages and gathering places in the deep mountains have even begun to disappear. Many people have been displaced, some have died in the disaster, and some have died in the migration and attacks of monsters. Even if the local factions have tried their best, they are unable to maintain the only stability they have.

Order began to collapse, and in order to suppress and appease the rebellion, the dynasty had to use work-for-relief and prepare to build a river channel that would pass through the seven islands of Lei to solve the problem.

In the past, when the dynasty was prosperous, this disaster might not have been so unbearable. But unfortunately, now all parts of the world are in chaos and need help. The Seven Continents of Lei are already poor and dangerous, and are even less welcome. Many people died on the dry land where the river was built, but the food and money they were supposed to receive have not arrived yet.

The ground was covered with blood and strange sounds were heard everywhere. The ancient scrolls and the country in memory were sung again. Memories that had been sealed for hundreds of years were uncovered and recalled again.

The ancient books in the Xuanyi Palace were turned out one by one. The scrolls that were once the descendants of the Spring Officials of the Xin Kingdom recorded in detail the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky, the Cuckoo Ceremony, etc. at that time. The black-bottomed purple phoenix flag that had disappeared for hundreds of years also reappeared.

"Now, we have revived the name of the Cuckoo, and are willing to serve the Lord of the Prefecture and establish the Lianshan Shrine. We will punish the sinners on behalf of Heaven, overthrow the evil policies of the false dynasty, and revive the country of Youxin."

Every word was filled with sorrow. These old men in black knelt on the ground, raised the wine bowls in their hands high, and tremblingly read out the blood oath. Then, one by one, they drank the blood-stained wine.

Finally, accompanied by a series of shattering sounds, the wine bowls were thrown to the ground and shattered.

On the earth, huge flags with animal horns were raised, and the wailing horns like wolf howls echoed endlessly in the wilderness. Countless black flags were fluttering on this land again, just like hundreds of years ago, under the clear orders of the cuckoo, all the tribes in the seven continents of Lei were united and worked together.

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In the interior of the dynasty, on the straight roads leading to various states and counties, messengers carrying flags rushed forward, announcing the news of the emperor's death and the new emperor's ascension to the throne in all directions.

For a time, the whole country was in mourning, and white flags were flying in every state capital. All officials and soldiers wore white linen scarves to mourn the late emperor.

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