The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Palace of Nuwa.
Nuwa sensed something and awoke from her meditation, then did some calculations with her fingers.
"Abdication? There's still a Black Bird in existence? How is that possible?"
After saying that, Nuwa continued to calculate, and finally a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"Qilin? A pure-blooded Qilin? How is that possible? How could there possibly be a pure-blooded Qilin in this world?" Nuwa murmured.
Since the Great Calamity of the Dragon and Han Dynasties, the First Qilin transformed into Qilin Cliff. The second generation of Qilin after the First Qilin were pure-blooded Qilin. However, the remaining pure-blooded Qilin have long since disappeared. Most of the Qilin that exist today are second-generation or even third- or fourth-generation Qilin. The Qilin clan has long lost its former glory and now mostly serves as mounts.
Nuwa frowned. Although she was somewhat surprised by the appearance of the Black Bird, she could still accept it. After all, the Phoenix Clan had the power of immortality, and there might be Black Birds lying dormant in the world. But a pure-blooded Qilin was really strange.
After pondering for a while, Nuwa continued to deduce the whereabouts of the Black Bird and the Qilin, but naturally came up empty-handed; all she saw was a fog.
"Someone is concealing the secrets of heaven. Could it be him?" The image of Li Daoyi appeared in Nuwa's mind.
At the same time, the Tongtian Sect Leader, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the Supreme Lord, and the two Western Saints also sensed the earth-shattering human destiny in Chaoge.
"Hmph, just a last gasp before death." Yuanshi sneered and then ignored him.
"Humans, humans, below the level of a sage, all are but ants." Taishang sighed at this moment.
"Senior brother, we need to discuss this carefully. During this great calamity, our Western Regions must gather enough talented individuals," Zhunti said.
"Yes, the Dao Ancestor owes the West a great deal of karma for what happened back then. As long as we don't go too far this time, he will surely turn a blind eye." The Guide Daoist nodded and said.
The four sages all seemed confident and did not take the matter of Chaoge seriously at all. However, one of them showed a relieved smile.
Inside Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader also sensed the change in the human race's fortune immediately. He knew that Li Daoyi would begin to make his plans from this moment on.
"Fellow Daoist, I look forward to the surprise you have in store for me," Tongtian said in a low voice.
On the top of the Tower of All Heavens, Li Daoyi watched as the points he had previously spent returned to their original value, and even exceeded them, and he couldn't help but feel gratified.
"Eight hundred and eighty-eight million, eighty-eight hundred and eighty thousand points, wow, what an auspicious number." Li Daoyi smiled as he looked at the points displayed by the system.
"Heave-ho."
Just as he was feeling happy, Li Daoyi suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and a cute little head appeared on his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Li Daoyi turned to look at the little guy.
She blinked her big eyes and pouted her little mouth as she spoke.
"Brother Daoyi, play with me."
Li Daoyi looked at Mengmeng with some confusion. Why did this child suddenly want him to play with her?
"Where is Yin Jiao?"
Mengmeng immediately looked embarrassed.
"Don't even mention it. I was scared by the tiger, and Queen Jiang won't let him come out to play. I don't want to go to the palace either," Mengmeng said.
"Tell me, what do you want to play?" Li Daoyi shook his head helplessly.
"this!"
With a wave of her little hand, something that Li Daoyi was extremely familiar with appeared in front of him.
"Mahjong?" Li Daoyi looked at the mahjong table that appeared in front of him, completely bewildered.
"Hehe..." Mengmeng jumped onto the mahjong table with a grin. She casually stacked up the mahjong tiles.
"Come on, let's build a house." Mengmeng called out to Li Daoyi.
Li Dao was both amused and exasperated; this child was actually using mahjong tiles as toys.
"Where did you get this?" Li Daoyi asked.
"It's in my bag!" the little guy replied.
Upon hearing that it was that mysterious bag again, Li Dao stopped investigating further; he wasn't surprised to find anything inside.
"Get out of the way, that's not how you play mahjong." Seeing the little guy arranging the mahjong tiles in a messy way, Li Daoyi couldn't help but step forward to stop him.
A short while later, Zhen Yuanzi, Kunpeng, and Kong Xuan appeared. The three of them couldn't help but shiver when they saw Li Daoyi's wicked smile.
As time passed, Chaoge granted a general amnesty, pardoning all prisoners except those guilty of the ten most heinous crimes. Emperor Xin also issued an edict pardoning slaves. As expected, the people of Chaoge had no objections to this and instead praised the new king's benevolence.
As the saying goes, one family rejoices while several families grieve. But this decree caused grief not just to one family, but to hundreds. Apart from the Marquis of Dongbo who immediately wrote a letter expressing his full cooperation, the other three major vassal states and hundreds of minor vassal states pretended to be deaf and dumb, including Xiqi.
"Hmph, short-sighted fools." Di Xin said coldly, looking at the memorials on the table.
"Prime Minister, Uncle Wang, I'll leave the rest to you two. So many people have been freed from slavery; the rest is up to you two." He then put on a different smile and said.
"Your Majesty, this is what we should do. Don't worry, the registration of identities has already been underway for some time," Shang Rong said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, there is something we need to prepare for in advance," Bigan said.
"What's up?"
“Once this decree is issued, I’m afraid many slaves from the vassal states will flee to our land. Your Majesty should be prepared,” Bigan said.
The ministers all nodded secretly upon hearing this.
"Indeed, preparations should be made for this matter. Your Majesty, you must think carefully about whether we should accept these people or not."
Di Xin hesitated for a moment. He did not want to break off relations with the feudal lords yet, and was in a difficult position.
"Your Majesty, if we refuse these people, they will only face death when they return," Wen Zhong warned.
In this era, slaves were private property, and any power had only one option when dealing with runaway slaves: to kill them.
"Smack..."
Di Xin slammed his hand heavily on the table.
The assembled officials were immediately startled and knelt down.
“Sure, they are all subjects of my Great Shang. If I just stand by and watch them die, how will the people of the world view me? Wouldn’t I be a hypocrite?”
"We'll take as many as they come. As long as they come, we'll immediately free them from their slave status. I want to see if those people dare to march on Chaoge."
"If disaster is unavoidable, then I would rather it come sooner," Di Xin said firmly as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Your Majesty, you are merciful!" the officials exclaimed in unison.
The veteran ministers, including Wen Zhong, nodded in satisfaction, saying that this was the magnanimity a true king should possess.
"bump..."
"Oh, sorry Kunpeng, you've discarded the winning tile." Kong Xuan pushed the tiles in his hand over with a smile.
"Damn it, what do you mean? You've beaten me so many times in a row? Why didn't you touch the hand that Zhen Yuanzi beat last time?" Kunpeng said with displeasure.
"Back then, I hadn't even started bidding yet, so it was different," Kong Xuan explained.
Indeed, mahjong, no matter where or in what era, can arouse great interest among people.
The four of them had been fighting for three days and three nights in a row, and even the little guy Mengmeng had lost interest and ran off to play at the palace.
"Give me the money, give me the money." Kong Xuan rubbed his fingers together.
Kunpeng pulled out a handful of gold melon seeds with a displeased expression. Money was useless to them; the main thing was to enjoy the process, and clearly, losing money didn't feel good.
"Ha ha..."
Seeing Kunpeng like this, the others couldn't help but laugh.
"Hmm?" At this moment, Li Daoyi suddenly sensed something and turned to look out the window.
"Have we arrived? It's up to you now." Li Daoyi murmured, looking into the distance, his gaze seemingly traversing a vast distance.
Kunlun Mountain is the territory of the Chan Sect, and the Jade Void Palace is located here.
At this moment, a figure was flying from afar on a cloud. The person was handsome and looked to be in his twenties, with a warm smile on his face. However, his head was bald. But looking at him, one would understand. He was wearing a kasaya, a monk, a monk who should not have appeared in this era.
"Oh dear, I almost forgot." The monk suddenly stopped in mid-air and reached out to touch his bald head.
"You can't go into Kunlun like this!"
After he finished speaking, hair suddenly started growing on his bald head. The hair grew longer and then automatically tied up.
"Hehe, it seems like I, Jianglong, look even more handsome with hair than bald!" He pulled out a mirror and boasted.
This person was none other than the Arhat who Subdues Dragons, and of course, he was given life by Li Daoyi.
Then, Jianglong turned around again, and his kasaya disappeared, replaced by an ordinary white Taoist robe.
"Whoosh..." After finishing everything, Jianglong flew towards Kunlun.
Soon, the majestic Kunlun Mountains appeared before our eyes, surrounded by clouds and mist, with wisps of ethereal energy emanating from them, making us feel refreshed and relaxed.
"What a magnificent immortal mountain!" Jianglong exclaimed in astonishment upon seeing this scene.
"It seems there's a barrier." Soon, Jianglong sensed the barely perceptible barrier outside Kunlun. It made sense; how could such a place not be protected by a barrier? Otherwise, anyone could enter, which would disturb the sage.
Jianglong hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should roar to protect his home.
"No, people will look down on us if we do that." This idea was immediately rejected.
"Maybe we should wait and see if anyone comes out," Jianglong thought to himself.
And so, Jianglong sat directly on the cloud, his gaze fixed on the Kunlun Mountains ahead.
Meanwhile, inside the Jade Void Palace, a Taoist priest in a yellow robe was riding a crane and flying towards the outside of Kunlun Mountain.
As he approached the barrier, he made a hand seal, and then a ripple appeared before his eyes, and he was quickly sent flying.
The moment he flew off, the barrier behind him returned to normal.
"Hmm? Someone's here." The person sensed something immediately, then looked around, finally fixing their gaze on the air not far away.
He quickly steered the crane toward the Dragon-Subduing Clan.
"Who are you? This is the sacred site of a sage. Leave at once!"
Jianglong sized up the newcomer, then raised an eyebrow.
"May I ask your name, fellow Daoist? I have come to seek your tutelage." Jianglong revealed a slight smile.
"I am the Yellow Dragon Immortal. To become his disciple? Are you joking?"
This person is none other than Huanglong Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals. He came to Yuxu Palace to discuss the Dao with Guangchengzi and is now on his way back to his Daoist temple, Magu Cave on Erxian Mountain.
"Huanglong Zhenren? He really is a dragon. No wonder his aura is so familiar," Jianglong thought to himself.
"What, didn't you hear what I said?" Seeing that Jianglong remained silent, Huanglong Zhenren was slightly angry.
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