I woke up after 300 million years

"The ancestor worship ceremony, start!"

Outside the majestic palace, as the document was read out, at the foot of the stone steps, all civil and military officials knelt down in unison, with solemn expressions and unsmiling expressions.

In the middle of the altar, there is a blood-red coffin, mysterious and strange. Countless tributes, flowers and bronzes are placed in an orderly manner. Each item is priceless and cannot be exchanged for a thousand dollars.

The emperor in golden robes took the three sticks of incense, kowtowed step by step, climbed up the hundred steps, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then knelt down in front of the red coffin.

The emperor is young in appearance, about 30 years old, with sharp eyebrows and eyes as bright as stars. He is surrounded by the imperial dragon energy and has a long sword hanging on his waist. His look is enough to scare all civil and military officials into lowering their heads without anger. The aura of power made people dare not look directly into the eyes of the emperor.

"Old Ancestor, I don't know if you can see the annual ancestor worship ceremony in heaven. The unfilial son Sun Mu Changsheng has given my Mu family a place in Sanqianzhou."

At this time, the clear sky suddenly changed, a burst of thunder resounded across the sky and earth, and dark clouds rolled over the city.

In the north, there is a fairy family flying in the clouds and mist. Passing by this place, there is a man and a woman, majestic and majestic.

The man saw the extraordinaryness of the red coffin almost at a glance and was shocked:

"There is such a magical thing in the lower world. Each character is like a piece of heaven and earth. It's incredible!"

"Brother, this is definitely an emperor's coffin. Maybe there is a great emperor buried in it. If we take this coffin back, the Yuhua Palace will rise to a new height, and we will also receive rewards from the palace." She is as beautiful as a fairy. The woman was emotional.

"It seems that the era that belongs to me, the King, is coming!" The man laughed unruly, looking down at the civil and military officials below, stretched out his right hand, gathered his magic, and grabbed the blood-red coffin.

The sudden change shocked everyone.

"Quick! Escort! Protect the emperor!"

A group of guards with swords climbed onto the altar, guarding Mu Changsheng and looking directly at the enemy.

At the bottom of the stone staircase, a girl looked up.

The girl's name is Meng Chulian, and she is Mu Changsheng's apprentice. She is seventeen years old, in her prime, well-informed, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is the dream partner of the younger generation.

Meng Chulian clenched the long sword with her right hand, flicked her thumb, and unsheathed the sword to resist the immortal's attack.

"Two immortals, today is the ancestor worship ceremony of my Wushuang Dynasty, please leave."

On the clouds, the immortal king sneered.

"You mortals in the lower world, who have only practiced a little swordsmanship, yet dare to wield a sword against an immortal, have a vengeful heart and deserve to be killed!"

The king of heaven sacrificed a stone seal to cover the sky and the sun, and wanted to kill thousands of civil and military officials in the palace.

Faced with the terrifying coercion of the immortals and the attack of the immortal weapons, everyone was unable to move.

when!

Emperor Mu Changsheng took action, slashing out with his sword to block the stone seal.

"Oh? There are actually Ascension Realm monks in the mortal kingdom?" The King of Heaven looked surprised, but it only lasted for a moment. He was still overlooking all living beings from high above, "A mere Ascension Realm is not my enemy. If you obediently hand over this red coffin, I will Immortals can save you mortals from death, otherwise, there will be no more living people in the Wushuang Dynasty!"

The woman's beautiful eyes were frivolous and she encouraged:

"Senior brother, why waste your time with mortals? How dare you fight with us immortals when you are only in the Ascension Realm?"

On the altar, Mu Changsheng was as calm as a pool of water from beginning to end.

He stepped into the air and reached the sky step by step, and said in an indifferent tone:

"Immortal, are you very strong?"

"I think I am invincible on earth, who will I fight with if I don't fight with immortals?"

"Remember, my name is Mu Changsheng."

"The name of the sword is Beihuang!"

With one sword strike, the color of the world changes!

With this sword, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the king and the woman were cut in half!

This sword is unparalleled, domineering, and declared invincible to Three Thousand Continents!

The King of Heaven vomited blood and couldn't believe it, "How is that possible! Why does the Ascension Realm have such terrifying power!"

"Nothing is impossible. As long as I am here, the dynasty will have no worries." Mu Changsheng was calm and domineering, and swung his sword again.

This sword was three times more terrifying than before. The King of Heaven was sweating profusely. Knowing that he could not stop it, he shouted:

"Master, help me!"

From the horizon, a decree flew over, with the word "kill" written on it.

Just one word, so powerful that it shattered the sword energy and knocked back Mu Changsheng.

"You who dare to attack my disciples of Yuhua Palace should be killed!"

The sound as thick as a mountain echoed in everyone's ears, and some civil servants fell to the ground with bleeding from their orifices.

Mu Changsheng stood in front of the red coffin and withstood 90.00% of the killing intent. He thought to himself: Is there someone above the immortal? It is impossible for such a strong person to easily come to the lower realm and appear near Beihuang State. Could it be that the Proud Dynasty wants to join forces with the upper realm to launch a surprise attack on our Wushuang Dynasty?

Even if the bones crack and the tiger's mouth is torn apart, Mu Changsheng's expression does not change and his waist is straight.

An old man with an immortal spirit came over on a crane to protect the two disciples.

"This, this is the emperor's coffin!?"

The old man's face changed drastically. He didn't expect to find such a magical object when he went to the lower world. He suddenly burst into laughter and said, "God help me! God help me to ascend to the divine palace!"

Without saying anything, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed the blood-red coffin.

At the critical moment, Meng Chulian rushed to the master and pulled him away.

"Ancestor!" Mu Changsheng exclaimed, trying to take back the red coffin, but it was too late.

The altar exploded. Meng Chulian pulled his master and hid far away. He stared at his beautiful eyes and cursed angrily, "Master, are you stupid? If you don't hide away from the other immortal, you will definitely die!"

"Stinky girl, let go of me, that is the coffin of our ancestors and cannot be desecrated!" Mu Changsheng raised his voice by eight tones, trying to fight the old man.

Meng Chulian rolled his eyes, "Master, listen to my advice, keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood, the ancestors are dead, take them away, take them away, living is the king!"

"You really don't respect our ancestors at all." Mu Changsheng reprimanded him in a serious tone.

Please, that's your ancestor, not mine... Meng Chulian complained in his belly.

Suddenly, the old man's right hand holding the red coffin rotted and turned into white bones in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" the old man screamed, his body corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his decree was torn apart by strange power. With his last breath, he sent the King of Heaven thousands of miles away, "Go back to the upper realm quickly!"

The red coffin fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

All the civil and military officials were so frightened that they cowered in the corner. Mu Changsheng and Meng Chulian were stunned.

Plop!Plop!poof...

The thick and powerful heartbeat echoed in the palace, the coffin lid moved to the left, and the pale hand stretched out.

"I'll go, my ancestor is not dead?"

Mu Changsheng held his breath and concentrated, unable to believe his eyes.

The elegant Meng Chulian's heartbeat quickened. She swallowed and hid behind her master, "Did you fake the corpse? Master, are you sure the person lying inside is the ancestor?"

Mu Changsheng was speechless and asked instead:

"if not?"

"Stinky girl, I'm warning you, it doesn't matter if you don't treat me too little or too little. If my ancestor is still alive, you must be more respectful to me..."

bang!

The coffin lid fell to the ground, and a young man in blood-clothed clothes sat up, with no blood on his face.

The young man has white hair reaching his waist and wears two rings around his neck. He is in a trance. His brown eyes are looking around him in confusion, and three major questions in life come to his mind.

who am I?

where am I?

What am I going to do?

The young man walked out of the coffin, looked at the majestic palace, the blue sky and white clouds, and the civil and military officials kneeling on the ground, and became even more confused.

The old man on the cloud turned into a white skeleton.

The woman who was brutally chopped in half tried to escape, but was caught by a group of guards with knives.

Mu Changsheng hurriedly walked over, patted the dust on his yellow robe, knelt on his knees, kowtowed vigorously, and said:

"Congratulations to the ancestors!"

Seeing this, the civil and military officials did not dare to neglect. They immediately lined up, knelt on the ground, and shouted:

"Congratulations to the ancestors!"

"Ancestor? Me?" The young man raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself.

This move made Mu Changsheng think about it:

what's the situation? Has the ancestor lost his memory?

Well, it's possible. Maybe the ancestor is not dead at all, but is practicing some kind of amazing technique in the coffin. No wonder I haven't been able to open the coffin despite all my efforts for hundreds of years.

What I have achieved today is all due to the records on my ancestor's coffin. Now that my ancestor has left seclusion, it must be kept secret and the news cannot be leaked, lest the forces in the Northern Wasteland join forces to deal with my Wushuang Dynasty.

...Strong people often have a bad habit. They have strange brain circuits and like to be immersed in self-imagination.

Mu Changsheng stood up, faced the civil and military officials, and said majestically:

"Everything that happened in the palace today is rotten in my stomach. Anyone who dares to say a word to the outside world will be killed!"

"The ancestor worship ceremony is cancelled, please step back."

"My emperor lives as long as the sky, shines with the sun and the moon, and is eternal." After the civil and military officials finished speaking, they hurriedly exited the palace.

The young man watched this scene calmly, not understanding or comprehending. His mind was empty and he couldn't remember who he was or why he was in the coffin.

"Ancestor, please move to the main hall."

Mu Changsheng went to help the young man with both hands, his eyes adoring and respectful.

The young man stared at him and asked, "Am I your ancestor?"

"Yes!"

"But I can't feel that you have my blood, admit it."

"No, no, no!" Mu Changsheng waved his hands repeatedly and explained quickly, "I...ahem...children and grandchildren can mistake everything, but they will never mistake their ancestors. From the day I was born, Up, your coffin is at home, grandpa told father, this is the ancestor of our shepherd family, we must enshrine it well."

"Before his death, my father held my hand and said that I must worship my ancestors well."

This is indeed the case. Ever since Mu Changsheng was born, this red coffin has been enshrined in the Mu family ancestral hall.

Although he asked the older generation which ancestor was in the coffin, he did not receive a specific answer.

But, he doesn't care about this. No matter which era the ancestors are in the coffin, they are still his ancestors.

The two stared at each other without saying a word.

The young man took two steps and felt something on his neck. When he lowered his head, he saw two silver rings.

"What is this?" The young man stopped, picked up the ring and looked at it, and found two names on it.

Yan Fan?

Su Yue?

my name?

My name is Yan Fan?

Su Yue... The young man read it silently, his eyes turned red, and he shed tears for no reason.

This startled Mu Changsheng, and he quickly asked, "Ancestor, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Wait a moment, I'll get the refining healing elixir..."

"I'm fine." The young man wiped the tears from his eyes, "My name is Yan Fan."

Mu Changsheng held his chin with his right hand and tasted it carefully, "Yan Fan? Mu Yanfan? As expected of the ancestor, a good name that will shock heaven and man!"

Yan Fan: "???"

Not far away, Meng Chulian stared at the back of the young man, then looked at the open red coffin, and fell into deep thought.

There was actually a living person inside the emperor's coffin.

Is this a great emperor? No, the aura emitted is very weak, and around the Ascension Realm...

It looks like he has lost his memory, and he doesn't look like an ancestor of the Mu family. Perhaps a long time ago, one of the ancestors of the Mu family dug a grave, found this red coffin, understood the extraordinaryness of the coffin, took it home, and worshiped it as his ancestor, generation after generation. Inherited to this day...

It has to be said that Meng's first love guess is closest to the correct answer.

She stepped forward to take away the red coffin.

Unexpectedly, Mu Changsheng turned around, waved his hand, and the coffin disappeared into thin air, and gave his apprentice a meaningful smile.

Afterwards, Mu Changsheng supported the weak Yan Fan towards the main hall.