Chapter 290 The Lost National Destiny
A mysterious energy that had never been seen before rose from the monk's body, wisp by wisp, changing unpredictably.
Within the territory of the Immortal Dynasty, mysterious energy rises from every inch of land, like smoke from cooking.
Some monks stretched out their hands to grab it, but it seemed like an illusion and no matter what they tried, they could not catch it.
Mysterious energy filled every space, gradually forming beams and sheets, gaining direction, and converging to one location.
The Supreme Lord.
"This is..." Yu Feng was surprised. He had never seen such power before.
"This is the country's destiny, a newly born national destiny." Jiang Li explained.
Tianzun opened his arms to welcome the new power of national destiny.
The power of national destiny gathers from all directions, like a vast ocean flowing into a bottomless cave. The power of national destiny continues to condense and compact, and finally forms a mask that constantly changes its appearance.
The Holy Immortal Dynasty uses national destiny as a mask.
Tianzun has considered what the destiny of the Immortal Dynasty should be, whether it is a guillotine that cuts down countless innocent souls, or a hidden weapon that hides murderous intent, or a beast that preys on the weak.
He denied all of these.
The more realistic it is, the stronger the national destiny will be. These things are not the best choices.
Guillotines, hidden weapons, and wild beasts all represent killing. If the Xian Dynasty relies on these things for its national destiny, it will be trapped in endless battles and eventually self-destruct.
After careful consideration, Tianzun finally chose the mask.
In the Tonggu Continent, everyone wears a mask and does not reveal their true thoughts to the outside world.
Assassination, betrayal, fake smiles, acting... Similar yet different shows are performed every day in Tonggu Continent.
Even if he is the Heavenly Lord, he does not do things in an open and aboveboard manner. He destroys books in secret to lower the overall bottom line.
“Is this the power of national destiny?” Tianzun felt abundant power surging into his body, the power rising step by step and finally stopping at the peak.
"But why don't I feel very strong?" Tianzun felt that although he had become stronger, he was not completely strong.
Compared with what is described in the classics, it seems to be a little worse.
Classical texts say that being blessed by national fortune is equivalent to entering the tribulation period.
But now he only has one-fourth of the power of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and is still the weakest Tribulation Crossing Stage.
"What's the problem? The number of cultivators? The number of people in the Immortal Dynasty is already enough."
Tianzun felt that five million cultivators was already an extremely terrifying number. He didn't believe that there was any other country that could have such a large number of cultivators.
But now is not the time to think about such things, Tianzun continued to preside over the ceremony.
Mahadeva Arhat was writing furiously on the side, recording this historic moment.
He was appointed as a historian by Tianzun, responsible for recording the history of the Immortal Dynasty.
"On the first day of the first month of the first year of the Immortal Dynasty, the Heavenly Venerable was supported by the people and the cultivators. He gathered the people's hearts and minds, performed great deeds for the heaven and earth, and established the Holy Immortal Dynasty. Nearly ten million cultivators shouted that the Heavenly Venerable was wise, and that the Heavenly Venerable would live forever and be invincible in the world."
Mahaprajnaparamita thought about it and it seemed that no one shouted “God is wise”, so he put down his pen, raised his hand and shouted “God is wise”, and then continued to record history.
"The national fortune rises and condenses into a mask. The Heavenly Lord obtains the blessing of the national fortune and is invincible in the world. The Immortal Dynasty is evergreen and immortal, and will last forever."
The Heavenly Lord raised his arms and shouted: "I will sacrifice the lives of millions of mortals to protect the country, and bless my Immortal Dynasty to live as long as the Heaven!"
The Blood River Patriarch cleared a large open space, and millions of mortals were neatly placed here.
The mortals knelt on the ground, their eyes clear, and shouted in unison.
"The Heavenly Lord will live forever, his power reaches the heavens, the Immortal Dynasty will last forever, and it begins today!"
"The Heavenly Lord will live forever, his power reaches the heavens, the Immortal Dynasty will last forever, and it begins today!"
"The lives of mortals like us are worthless. We will die for the Heavenly Lord and for the Immortal Dynasty. We are people of the Immortal Dynasty when we are alive and ghosts of the Immortal Dynasty when we die. After death, we will protect the Immortal Dynasty forever!"
"The lives of mortals like us are worthless. We will die for the Heavenly Lord and for the Immortal Dynasty. We are people of the Immortal Dynasty when we are alive and ghosts of the Immortal Dynasty when we die. After death, we will protect the Immortal Dynasty forever!"
The monks looked at each other. They had never seen such a scene before. They thought that these cowardly mortals would beg for mercy and cry. This was how mortals behaved when they killed them in the past.
Unexpectedly, the mortals at the founding ceremony were different from others and volunteered to die.
I don’t know what methods the Blood River Ancestor used.
The Heavenly Master was very satisfied with the mortal's performance. He believed that only a mortal who was different from the ordinary people could be worthy of this unique founding ceremony throughout the ages.
The Holy Immortal Dynasty was the first court in Tonggu Continent composed entirely of immortal cultivators, and it was destined to go down in history.
"When you are alive, you are a person of the Immortal Dynasty. When you die, you are a ghost of the Immortal Dynasty
"When you are alive, you are a person of the Immortal Dynasty. When you die, you are a ghost of the Immortal Dynasty
Gradually, Tianzun discovered that something was wrong. The power of national destiny was rapidly declining. He tried desperately to hold on to this hard-earned power. National destiny was like sand, the tighter you hold it, the faster it slips away.
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In the end, the country's fortune disappeared completely, not a single drop remained! Tianzun quickly figured out the reason - these mortals.
It doesn't mean that whoever is registered in the household is a citizen of the Immortal Dynasty, and the registration book is not an immortal weapon.
Anyone who thinks that he is a citizen of the Immortal Dynasty, then he is a citizen of the Immortal Dynasty.
This group of mortal toads want to eat swan meat, and they think of themselves as the people of the Immortal Dynasty! The premise of consolidating national destiny is that more than 90% of the people are monks. Five million monks mixed with one million mortals, reducing 100% to 80%! He can't kill these mortals yet.
After these mortals die, the Immortal Dynasty will also count them as its subjects.
The dead are also citizens.
There is only one way to consolidate the country's destiny again, and that is to train all these mortals into monks!
"Xuehe, this is the surprise you gave me!" Thinking of the smug expression of the Blood River Patriarch, Tianzun was filled with anger.
He lost all his face!
"Heaven, Heavenly Lord, these were all accidents..." The Blood River Patriarch explained tremblingly. The national fortune disappeared, the mask also disappeared, and Heavenly Lord's extremely angry expression was particularly creepy.
The Blood River Ancestor, who had killed countless people, felt the threat of death for the first time.
"die!"
Tianzun covered the space with one palm, imprisoning the space. The cultivation of Blood River Ancestor disappeared and poured into Tianzun's body. His body turned into particles and scattered between heaven and earth. His soul was torn to pieces, and there was no trace of him in the world or the underworld.
“The Heavenly Venerable is performing the Devouring Technique?!” Senior Sister Wu Lian exclaimed inwardly, not daring to make a sound.
She saw Tianzun devouring the power of the Blood River Ancestor. Although his method was much more sophisticated than Ma Pingfan's, the essence was the same.
"Where are the East and West Prisons?"
"I'm here." The East Prison and the West Prison appeared.
The remaining five people in the fusion stage were surprised. They didn’t expect that there was a hidden fusion stage.
Tianzun intended to hide these two people, and the meaning is self-evident.
"Apart from Xuehe, who else taught these damn mortals?!" Tianzun gritted his teeth.
After killing the Blood River Ancestor, Tianzun's anger has not subsided. He still wants to kill people, kill more people.
The two monks in the fusion stage were also afraid when they saw the look on Tianzun's face, fearing that Tianzun would vent his anger on them.
"In reply to Tianzun, there is another young man named Yu Feng. To be precise, he is the main person who teaches mortals. Xuehe just listened to his advice."
East Prison and West Prison pointed at Yu Feng in the crowd.
(End of this chapter)