I'm not a drama god

It's snowing heavily.

Everyone staggered in the snow, with only the whistling wind echoing in their ears.

About twenty minutes had passed since we entered the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures. In front of us, there was nothing but endless snow and wind, not even a ghost could be seen...

The cold stimulated everyone's nerves, making their cheeks red from the cold. Coupled with the hunger from the long journey, everyone felt as if their bodies weighed a thousand pounds... Both their bodies and spirits were gradually reaching their limits.

In the end, even Zhu Zhong, the tallest and strongest, couldn't hold on any longer.

"There are a few trees in front that can block the wind a little... Let's go there and take a rest for a while."

Without saying a word, he took the thickest tree and sat down, where the wind was relatively less. Others naturally did not dare to compete with Zhu Zhong for a seat, so they could only quickly grab other smaller trees, and some even fought over it.

As the fight went on, some people became stunned, looking at the nothingness in front of them, as if there was something there.

A relatively thin girl like Wu Qiong was unable to compete with them and could only stand aside, trembling all over.

"If we get together with our backs facing outwards, we can block some of the wind and snow." Wu Qiong said as he walked up to them.

Under Wu Qiong's organization, the group of marginalized people who did not dare to fight immediately gathered together. Dozens of people pressed their bodies together, using their backs to block the wind and snow outside, but the crowd was indeed much warmer.

The young man in hemp clothes did not intend to fight with Zhu Zhong and the others for the tree, so he took A Qian and joined them.

"What are you looking at?" The young man in hemp clothes frowned and asked when he saw Wu Qiong staring blankly at what was in front of him again.

Wu Qiong looked at him deeply, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"You... maybe you need to take the initiative. After you take the initiative to do something, you will see it..."

The eyes of the hemp-clothed boy were full of confusion.

"Give it to me...I asked you to give it to me!!" A quarrel came from the side.

Zhu Zhong kicked a young man to the ground, his hand grasping his collar as if he was trying to snatch something. The young man was holding half a piece of pancake in his hand and was still struggling hard.

"this is mine!"

"You are so weak, it's useless to eat you, why not let me eat you! I am strong! I can help you escape!"

"I don't!! This is mine!!"

"you wanna die!!"

Seeing that he refused to let go, Zhu Chong became furious and kicked him hard on the head, breaking his nose. Blood gushed out of his nose and even knocked out several of his teeth.

The kick was so powerful that the boy's mind went blank, but his hand refused to let go of the pancake, as if it had been frozen.

"I won't let you go! I won't let you go!! Trash!! Bitch!!"

Zhu Zhong had no intention of stopping and continued to kick the boy's head and stomach madly with a ferocious look on his face!

When the others saw this scene, their hearts were in their throats. After all, they were just a group of children, and they were frightened for a moment and forgot to step forward to stop it... Moreover, they all saw Zhu Zhong's strength and violence, so who had the courage to step forward to stop it?

The hemp-clothed boy not far away frowned tightly...

He glanced at the tall and majestic Zhu Zhong, then glanced at the other children who were afraid of him. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

Zhu Zhong's kicks became heavier and heavier, gradually making the young man lose his reaction. Just as blood was about to stain the ground, a figure appeared in front of him.

"That's enough!" the young man in hemp clothes said in a deep voice.

Zhu Zhong paused, staring at the young man in hemp clothes with angry eyes.

"Who are you? You said enough is enough?!"

"If you keep hitting him like this, he'll be killed." The young man in hemp clothes looked cold and sharp.

"Don't forget that we are all watching. If you kill him, someone will report you for murder when we arrive at the Tianshu Realm... Either you kill him and then kill all of us, or you wait to go to jail in the Tianshu Realm!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhong obviously hesitated.

Even if he was naive, he knew what the word "prison" meant... He turned around and glanced at the other children, who all lowered their heads and avoided his gaze, as if they didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Zhu Zhong was silent for a long time, snorted coldly, and retracted his foot.

"You're so arrogant." Zhu Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Want to fight with me?"

"Do you think you are very strong?" The young man in sackcloth clothes said calmly without any fear, "I can drag the 'Sacred Remains' weighing several hundred kilograms here, and I can also blow your head off with one punch... Do you want to try it with me?"

Zhu Zhong seemed to be frightened by the hemp-clothed boy's aura. After recalling that he had dragged the holy remains by himself just now, a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Hunger filled his body. Zhu Zhong didn't want to fight with the boy in hemp clothes at this moment. He just glared at him fiercely.

"Just wait for me."

He turned and continued walking into the snow.

After Zhu Zhong left, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the young man in hemp clothes with a hint of awe...

Almost at the same time,

A string of golden words floated before the eyes of the young man in hemp clothes:

[The two emperors cast their gazes towards you].

The hemp-clothed boy stood there in a daze.

……

"Is this the entrance to the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures?"

Chen Ling and the other two crossed the barren land and finally arrived at the location of the ancient Di Dao treasure. They floated in front of the stone gate and looked around in surprise.

"It's really shabby." Jian Changsheng shrugged.

"After all, it has been abandoned for so many years, and most of the areas inside should have become inoperable." Sun Bumian pointed to the golden spire at the top of the Imperial Dao Ancient Repository, which was filled with imperial power. "That is the core of the entire ancient repositories."

"So high? After we go in, we won't have to climb stairs to get up, right?" Jian Changsheng was a little displeased.

Sun Bumian: ...

"If you want to 'climb the stairs', you have to be qualified to enter." Sun Bumian turned to look at Chen Ling, "I still say the same thing, the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures are not accessible to everyone who wants to enter... If you can't open the door later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Chen Ling did not answer. He walked straight to the majestic stone gate and slowly placed his hands on its surface...

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds...

Seeing that Didao Guzang had no reaction, Sun Bumian showed an expression of "as expected". Just as he was about to say something, a loud thunder-like sound came from behind the door!

Boom-! ! !

A golden hurricane rolled out from the gradually opening gap in the stone gate, and the mighty imperial power blew the clothes of the three people into pieces. Chen Ling's bright red robe looked as bright as blood among the gold!

"This...how is this possible? You are not the Emperor, yet you can open the door?!" Sun Bumian spoke in shock while resisting the strong wind.

In the mighty golden hurricane, a line of words suddenly flashed before Chen Ling's eyes:

[Four hundred and ninety-four emperors cast their eyes upon you]