Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 332 331. The Great Festival of the Gods!

Not long after, the text on the light curtain gradually dissipated, leaving no trace.

An Le kept these words in her heart, digesting the information contained in them.

Of course, the words left by King Chu were not limited to these few sentences, but also explained the current situation of Da Zhou.

King Zhao has been completely reduced to a puppet of the gods, while King Xuan, King Chu, and King Xiang are under surveillance, and the gods will cast their eyes on any abnormal behavior. This is why King Chu can only use this extremely cryptic method Communicate with Anle.

As the most powerful person in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was even more imprisoned in the palace, unable to move an inch, and even communicating with the outside world became a difficult task.

Under such circumstances, Zhou Tianzi also came to the same conclusion as An Le——

Da Zhou has already failed!

Therefore, Zhou Tianzi embarked on another path, which is the Tinder Project.

When Zhou Tianzi communicated with the outside world for the last time, he explained this plan to King Chu, King Xuan, Tianrenshan and others.

Emperor Zhou asked Tianren Mountain to leave Dazhou with a group of the best monks from the Taiyuan Academy, to leave the last fire for this land, and to inherit the civilization of Dazhou in the new land.

This group of people includes Da Zhou's refiners, masters of formations, arithmetic scholars, construction experts, sword repairers... Apart from their strength, they are all the top talents of Da Zhou in all aspects, and they are members of Da Zhou's civilization. miniature.

Zen Master Niansuan, Tie Xuan, and An Le's disciples Ling Xiaoyao and Zhongxu are also among them.

In the area outside the city of Dazhou, without the protection of the original giant, this group of people can only rely on the town center stone to survive the dangerous late night, not to mention other dangers encountered on the road and the hearts of different people in the team.

This road of exile is destined to be full of difficulties and obstacles, but this is the last road under desperate circumstances.

After digesting the information, An Le was in a daze, but suddenly thought of the Yuhuang Gate and the palace with the words Taixu Palace seen on the outskirts of the Great Wilderness tens of thousands of years later.

An Le sighed faintly: "I see."

Why do the top forces of later generations have so many subtle connections with Da Zhou?
Why did he see Yuhuangmen and Taixu Palace in Dahuang?

Who left behind those murals that recorded exercises, ancient immortal paths, and secret techniques of the gods?
The questions An Le had in her mind before were finally answered at this time.

Just because the Great Zhou Dynasty is the source of the civilization of cultivating immortals in later generations!

It is these fires that were exiled from the Great Zhou Dynasty that have those relics and the Six Palaces, Four Saints and Two Gods of later generations.

From a certain point of view, Zhou Tianzi's fire plan succeeded. Although the immortal cultivators of later generations failed to create a more prosperous immortal civilization, they at least continued people's hope and allowed some secret methods to be passed on.

It is conceivable that it is already difficult to send such a group of monks out of Dazhou now.

At that time, Emperor Zhou had confirmed the defeat of Da Zhou earlier under the appearance of flourishing flowers. He must have used great courage and determination to send out the precious fire before the situation deteriorated completely.

Thinking of this, An Le sighed: "In terms of courage, I am not as far away as my elder brother."

"However, I still won't give up Da Zhou!"

He raised his head, the light in his eyes was extremely bright, he was not at all discouraged by the despair conveyed in King Chu's words, and he did not intend to give up his plan and run away.

Rather, Zhou Tianzi's fire plan gave An Le the courage to give it a go!

Even if he fails, the seeds of Da Zhou will still continue, taking root and sprouting in the new land.

Suppressing his emotions, An Le thought to himself: "After the arrangement of Zhenyang Stone is settled, it's time to think about how to deal with that divine light."

During the deduction, An Le died several times due to the divine light falling from the sky, which was the power of the gods, and An Le could not resist with his current strength.

But there is one thing that makes him very strange. If the gods can use this kind of divine light unscrupulously, why would it be more convenient to directly wipe out all the existences that resist them?
After careful experiments, An Le discovered that divine light is by no means a conventional method that gods can use.

Ordinary monks sneaked into the palace, and after triggering the prohibition, they would only be discovered by the priests guarding the palace, and would not directly drop the beam of destruction.

In the same way, if another person were to reveal the truth about the darkness and the gods, he would not suffer such a blow.

Only when An Le did this, the divine light would arrive as expected.

After thinking for a while, An Le suddenly realized: "It turns out that I was the one targeted."

There is no doubt that An Le belongs to the aura of divine evil, which is extremely eye-catching in the eyes of the gods, and his identity is also very special. He has many followers in the Great Zhou Dynasty and has the ability to cause large-scale turmoil.

Therefore, once the gods realize the existence of An Le, they will destroy him no matter the cost.

Realizing this, An Le smiled.

Ignoring is the greatest contempt.

However, the attitude of the gods towards killing An Le, on the contrary, shows their importance and fear.

He carefully recalled the details of the deduction, and said to himself: "The speed of the divine light is too fast to react, but there is still a period of time between my identity being exposed and the divine light descending, which shows that such means also require certain preparations." Time may come by relying on some kind of ritual."

"As long as the ritual is broken in advance, the offensive of the gods can be suspended."

In the following days, the reconstruction plan for the Zhenyang Stone was advancing in an orderly manner. With the support of Chu Wang and the Tai Academy, this project hardly encountered much resistance.

But neither the people living in the various cities nor the scholars who participated in it were aware of the arrangements made by An Le, let alone what kind of future it would bring to Dazhou.

At the same time, An Le also found the location of the ritual of summoning the divine light.

Of course, Anle would not destroy it now, that would only scare the snake away and lead to unnecessary crises.

During this period, Anle also met Dahuang in reality for the first time in order to gain his support.

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More than two months passed by in a flash.

In the city of Yujing.

There are many pedestrians on the streets of the city, all kinds of caravans are constantly flowing, and the houses on both sides are decorated with beautiful decorations and decorated with lights, like a very lively festival.

Many people were wearing white robes and barefoot, walking on the street with excited smiles on their faces, and even a little fanaticism, even if their feet were worn and scratched by the stones on the ground, they didn't care.

They are believers from all over the Great Zhou. They are gathered in Yujing City at this time, and they often look at the highest Chengtian Pagoda with respectful eyes, as if they have come to a place of pilgrimage.

Among the crowd, many priests from Chengtian Mansion led them. After all, there are too many pilgrims. Even though Yujing City is a city for the original giants to live in, it seems a bit crowded, and some streets are crowded. Someone is here to keep order.

Fortunately, out of their belief in the gods, the believers obeyed the priest's words and did not make too much noise.

Otherwise, the noise produced by so many people is enough to make people feel anxious.

Although the priests were a little tired, they were all smiling and proud.

All of this is for the great festival of the gods!

However, some people in the city also had minor complaints about this grand ceremony.

"What on earth is your Majesty thinking, that you would allow this kind of ceremony to be held in Yujing City?"

On the attic, a Tai Academy student looked at the bustling crowd below, and said in a slightly undisturbed way: "Not to mention the waste of money, if these believers make a mess, the entire city of Yujing will suffer!"

Others echoed: "That's right, and it's obviously their business, and they also ask the students of our Imperial Academy to help."

All the students gathered here were students from the Taiyuan Academy. In order to hold this great sacrifice to the gods, Chengtian Mansion also dispatched people from the Taiyuan Academy to help manage order.

This order naturally caused dissatisfaction among many students.

Someone muttered in a low voice: "If Dean Tian and Master Wuxu are still here, why should we suffer this kind of anger?"

"Be careful."

Another monk reminded: "These are all the priests of Chengtian Mansion, if you hear it..."

At this moment, a monk wearing a student uniform walked into the room.

When the students saw him, they couldn't help being a little surprised: "Fellow Daoist Xuanhui, are you here too?"

It was Xuan Hui who came.

Compared with Xuan Gongming, Chu Xi and Chu Wang, Xuan Hui's changes can be called earth-shaking.

He no longer wears a gorgeous multicolored feather coat, and there are no extra decorations on his body.

He put away the previous frivolity and immatureness, with a straight face, a little cold eyes, and an invisible aura that made it difficult for other students to approach.

"Worthy of being the direct disciple of Dean Tian."

Some students sighed secretly: "Standing in front of him now, I feel a lot of pressure."

In the past three years, Xuanhui's progress has been witnessed by everyone in Taiyuan Academy. After the fall of Yuansheng City and Xuan Gongming's hysteria, Xuanhui devoted himself to practice, and his assiduousness surprised even Tianrenshan. He was accepted as a personal disciple.

Xuan Hui's talent is not bad at all, but he didn't put his mind on cultivation before.

Under the hard work and the cultivation of Tianren Mountain, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has entered the realm faster than Chuxi. He has broken through the realm of the gods, and is only one step away from the twelve gods known as "immortals".

Therefore, most of the Taiyuan students admire him.

Xuan Hui ignored the gazes of others, just sat silently in a corner of the attic, and began to practice cross-legged.

With such an indifferent altar monk present, the students were too embarrassed to continue complaining, and they all fell silent.

Until another handsome monk walked in.

"Friend Lu Dao!"

"Hey, I didn't expect that even you were assigned such a boring task."

The arrival of An Le undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention.

Recently, An Le can be said to be the most popular figure in the Taiyuan Academy, and he is kind and approachable, and he is actually more popular than Xuan Hui.

Soon, An Le was surrounded by other monks, talking about his recent research projects.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, what's the progress of the Zhenyang Stone project?"

An Le replied: "It's basically completed, and it only needs a little finishing work before it can be officially used."

"It's so fast, Lu Daoyou must have worked hard, right?"

"No, no, I only made a small contribution."

Xuan Hui next to him quietly opened his eyes, took a sneak peek at An Le who was held by all the stars, and snorted coldly in his heart: "It's just standing on my second brother's shoulders to add icing on the cake, nothing special."

An Le has actually been paying attention to Xuan Hui, and seeing his little expression, he regained the familiar feeling and said with a smile.

"This is Fellow Daoist Xuanhui, right?"

Xuan Hui replied indifferently: "Yes."

After speaking, he closed his eyes again and continued to practice.

The student next to him was worried that there would be a gap in An Le's heart, and explained: "Friend Xuan Dao has this kind of temperament, and his nature is still very good."

An Le naturally wouldn't be angry, but she felt a little happy that Xuan Hui was still the quarrelsome boy he was three years ago.

Not long after, someone chatted again: "Speaking of which, what is the mission of us people? Why hasn't anyone informed us for so long?"

"It seems that when the Heavenly God Festival starts, we have to wait near the Chengtian Pagoda, lest any monks take the opportunity to cause trouble."

Some students showed curiosity: "Doesn't that mean that we can meet the legendary saint? I don't know if she is as beautiful as the rumors."

"Don't think about it."

Another student said with a smile: "I heard that the holy lady always wears a veil when she travels, and never shows her true face."

"But this is the great festival of the gods, maybe..."

Suddenly, Xuanhui frowned slightly, and asked secretly, "Waiting near Chengtian Pagoda?"

"Shouldn't the priests of Chengtian Mansion do this kind of thing? How could it be assigned to the Tai Academy?"

The person who spoke before was stunned, and realized that it was a bit weird, but he didn't think too much about it, and said, "Maybe they just forgot in a hurry, and maybe they can't find any manpower?"

"Speaking of which, this is the great sacrifice of the gods where all the believers of Dazhou are present. How can anyone dare to make trouble at this juncture, are they not afraid of being torn apart by the believers?"

Other students agreed with this statement.

"That's right, no matter how reckless a lunatic is, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble at this festival, right?"

Xuan Hui hesitated for a moment, then sat back down again, thinking: "I hope...it's just my overthinking."

Among the group of people, An Le smiled without saying a word, silently looking at the tall Chengtian Tower outside the window.

Under the Tiancheng Tower, a large open space has been cleared, and a high platform has been erected.

This place is not only the place where the Heavenly God's Great Sacrifice is held, but also the place where the Son of Heaven is determined.

Around the high platform, many powerful believers are looking at the high platform with envy and admiration in their eyes.

The competition for Tianyuan Shengzi actually went on long before the ceremony started, and now the last three candidates are left, and the final contest is about to take place on the high platform.

How could the believers not be envious of such an honor?
And in the Chengtian Tower at a higher place, the saint Hong Yingxue was looking at the high platform below, the veil on her face covered the emotions in her eyes.

Today, she is dressed in a particularly holy and gorgeous way, and just looking at her makes people feel unbearable to be profane.

But this kind of beauty is empty, like a puppet without a soul, just a flawless work of art.

Behind him, many priests were engraving mysterious inscriptions on the ground, making final preparations for this great sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)