Chapter 32
Huge sparks covered the Xinggong Pavilion, and the blue fireworks lingered in the sky for a long time.
In the smoke, the palace is looming in the sky. The palace with red walls and black tiles is stacked layer upon layer, with jade buildings and giant maple trees. The deep and light red colors are like flames.
In front of the building, a white immortal lowered his head and looked down at the world below. His white hair, white eyebrows, and white eyes showed compassion, love, indifference, and ruthlessness.
Compared with that, the magnificent Xinggong Pavilion looked like a beggar's shabby house, shabby no matter how you looked at it. On the attic, Liu Ze, who was forced into a corner, looked at his master high in the sky and for some reason, tears fell from his eyes.
"Master." Since the first time he met his master, he always appeared out of nowhere when he needed him most.
"Come back!" Rong Zhou's voice, using energy resonance, could be heard throughout Tianhong City. The sense of oppression came from above, and everyone could hear the anger in his tone.
The Emperor Shang and Old Man Tianji knelt on the ground in panic. They could not imagine that a god would descend from the sky, and that the star god they were forcing to cut off his flesh and blood had a huge backer behind him.
Which of these princes and nobles wasn't a seasoned veteran, which didn't have a few twists and turns in their hearts? In their eyes, this little Star Lord, apart from his powerful magic, was just a fish on the chopping block, testing his limits step by step until he came to blows.
Now they are cutting some flesh and blood, but later they will dig out the bones and suck the marrow.
The immortal in white stood high in the sky, looking coldly at all the people on the earth, as if he could see through all their ugliness.
Wen Ciqiu appeared beside Liu Ze: "Master, come with me."
This time Liu Ze did not refuse. This world made him feel disgusted and repulsive. When he put his hand on Butler Wen's hand, he thought of Yan Shiliu who was standing beside him.
"I want to take him with me." Liu Ze held Yan Shiliu's arm tightly. The man was covered in scars and had nothing on him. Facing countless swords and guns, he still stood in front of him.
"Of course, Master Liu, everything will be as you wish." Wen Ci Qiu certainly felt his master's anger. Now he would take the person back first, and everything would be fine.
At this moment, an old man with wrinkles on his face and white beard kneeling on the ground crawled a few steps on his knees and approached here: "I beg the immortal, please grant me immortality, I beg the immortal, please grant me immortality." His tone was full of earnest pleading, like a fanatical believer.
Just when he was just a few steps away from bumping into the people, pressure descended from the sky, forming an invisible cage that isolated the old man who called himself Tianji, making him unable to move.
"Ugly man, it is you who set up the sacrifice of tens of thousands of people and imprisoned my son, with no way back." Rong Zhou's voice was like thunder in the sky, and every word rang in people's ears. His voice was cold and majestic, making people dare not look up and look directly at his face.
"No, the God has misunderstood. I pray to the Star God for protection, prosperity for the country, peace for the four seas, and happiness for all the people." The Son of Heaven shouted loudly: "Only if I can achieve immortality can I better govern this country."
"I have no selfish motives, but for the sake of world peace. With a clear conscience, I beg the God to grant me the path to immortality." An old man who refuses to die is a thief. Against such a vast ambition, a dried orange peel is as good as a city wall. If he could become a god, an immortal, he could be like the gods in heaven, eternally youthful and immortal. Why would he need a face? Wasn't this the moment he was plotting?
Because of the pressure coming from the sky, no one could get close to the three people who were slowly rising.
They kowtowed desperately, praying to God for grace and eternal life.
"Heh." The god standing at the top of the sky laughed, mocking the world's unawareness of their own abilities and their hateful stupidity.
"I don't want to interfere with the self-operation of this world. Since you are so stupid, I will let you know what a prosperous and peaceful world is. This world is so miserable because of stupid people like you." There was anger and sadness in his eyes. Only by experiencing this slave society personally can one know how deserving those living at the top are to be cut into pieces.
"It's ridiculous that there is peace in this prosperous age, and it's pathetic that people live in happiness." Rong Zhou waved his hand, and golden rays of light fell down. Those rays of light seemed to have wings and flew randomly to various parts of the world.
Another one fell into the Xinggong Pavilion, forming a brick-like book, which was glowing and floating in the air. The words on it were flowing with light. They were not words from this world, but Chinese characters from Rong Zhou's world. All the red thoughts were gathered in this book.
Beautiful and solemn, each word is like a painting, representing the civilization and thought of that world. He wants to reshuffle the world ideologically, no matter whether it is a local civilization or not. If it makes him unhappy, then let the fun begin.
They don't need to know the Chinese characters. Just put their hands on them and the knowledge and ideas in them will automatically enter their brains. Even beggars on the street can understand their meaning.
The countless scattered rays of light are countless books of red thought. Anyone who is touched by them will understand what kind of society they are in and what kind of society they are developing into.
Rong Zhou just didn't believe that these things could dream of eternal life and rule the dynasty forever.
Compared with the lives sacrificed by ten thousand people, the blood of millions of people will be used to nourish new ideas, but these are meaningful, compared with the lives of ten thousand people, they are meaningful, and on this blood, a red flower can bloom.
He wanted to see it, he liked that scene. No matter success or failure, it was the scenery on the road of thought advancement, which was always more charming than the scenery of the imperial city that had remained unchanged for hundreds or thousands of years.
Rong Zhou may be such a bad person. He doesn't care about the choices the world will make for him and what changes it will bring. He wants to see how this slave society and this dynasty will collapse.
Butler Wen took the two of them back to the palace in the sky. Rong Zhou looked down at those ugly faces and sent them blessings: "I wish you a long life."
The palace in the sky slowly disappeared into the air just as it had come.
The people kneeling in the Star Official Pavilion felt the pressure on them ease, and they knew that the God had left. They looked at each other, and only the Emperor Shang and the Old Man Tianji dared to get up from the ground.
Their attempt to attack Xingzi angered the God, but they managed to escape under such circumstances. Feeling grateful for having survived, they once again confirmed in their hearts that the gods were all soft-hearted, and they also gave them blessings, wishing them a long life.
Their hands were shaking as they read the book floating in the air with golden light. Could this truly be a divine book? Was everything they sought in it?
The two of them were so frightened that their legs were trembling and they supported each other as they approached the book. The moment they put their hands on it, countless words flooded into their minds.
Those ideas are contrary to theirs. How could that be? Wasn't the Son of Heaven chosen by the gods? This is a forbidden book. That god is a false god, a rebellious god.
They only want what they need, and anything that goes against their will should not exist.
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