Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

As the greatest emperor of Tianzhu, he is fully qualified to say this, "Amnesty to the world!"

Suddenly, all the people of Tianzhu burst into tears.

"Did I hear it right? King Asoka wants to grant amnesty to the whole world."

Not only the prisoners but also those who were at the bottom of society seemed to see the hope of life and stood up one after another after their prison sentences were pardoned.

Since King Asoka has become a person, this amnesty means what he says.

Not only humans, but also the gods and all creation were forgiven.

The gods realized later.

"Amnesty to the whole world, only Lord Shiva has this right."

"Ashoka actually has..."

The caste Shudras who had previously worshiped Emperor Zhenwu suddenly changed their faces.

"Great Lord Ashoka, you enjoy our most pious awe, and at the same time, because of you, we gain new life in the darkness."

And this new life is visible to the naked eye. The biggest measuring stick between castes is cleanness and uncleanness.

Therefore, those who are unclean are bathed in the glow and become brand new.

They developed a contemptuous attitude towards Emperor Zhenwu's pure land.

"Under the guise of a pure land, being so high up and out of reach is not a real gift, but a sin that makes people yearn for it."

"That's right, I never believed he would be so kind from the beginning."

"It's just an attempt to win over our faith. Fortunately, the loss was stopped in time."

Although the people of the Dragon Kingdom were resentful about this, they also accepted it easily.

Countless people joked: "Sure enough, Brother Asan never disappoints."

"I understand. Dogs can't change their habit of eating shit. They just have to get used to it."

On the other side, Ashoka’s act of “general amnesty to the world”.

It only consumed 10% of his divine power, but returned 50% of his faith.

The key is that in terms of momentum, he has an absolute advantage.

At this point, God Xuantian is high in the clouds, looking as out of place as at the beginning.

Zhenwu sighed: "Haha, you really taught me a lesson."

But it doesn’t matter, if you can’t win over the people, then fight!

It was only waiting for Ashoka to lead his army to the Pure Land, but Ashoka did not. Instead, he expanded the Mauryan Dynasty to hundreds of millions of miles to confront the Xuantian Pure Land.

"See, it's what you worked so hard to get."

"I only need to say a word, and I will get it easily and confidently."

Ashoka sneered, the so-called stain could be erased by just one word from him.

No one understands the training of Tianzhu people better than him.

Emperor Zhenwu just smiled.

Perhaps the so-called caste was abolished under Ashoka's intimidation.

But can the historical scars rooted in the hearts of those Shudras really be easily erased?

After all, they are still pathetic in their hearts.

"I believe that another day would be more effective than a general amnesty."

"After all, it seems like the sky is gone for you." Zhenwu said with a smile.

Brahma is dead, Krishna is also dead, "Oh, right."

"Your Mahadeva is still there, so that's a bit tricky."

Listening to Emperor Zhenwu's words, King Asoka was secretly angry.

Mahadeva Shiva, whose reverse scales are in every song, occupies the high heavens.

No matter how hard the latecomers try, they cannot surpass it.

Especially King Ashoka, who single-handedly created the Mauryan Dynasty with his mortal body, almost reaching the limit that humans can achieve.

But he was still inferior.

"Are you irritating me? As the saying goes, there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and everything in the world is under the sky. Is it any wonder that there are multiple kings?"

Zhenwu still wanted to ridicule him and said with a smile: "Oh? Really?"

"Since the world is very reasonable, then the friend next to you seems to be no less than you."

Emperor Zhenwu spoke clearly and glanced towards the side of the void.

The silent space suddenly shook a few times, and everyone was looking forward to it.

But in the end his true appearance was not revealed.

Ashoka tried his best to keep his composure: "Huh, let's pass this test first."

As for the person Zhenwu said, King Ashoka was indeed true.

Even if he can't compete alone, then if his Maurya Dynasty's millions of troops come over, even the saints will be afraid.

After all, in Ashoka's view, Maurya was his heritage.

Come as you are called, the king and the dynasty have always been inseparable.

But soon, whispers came from below.

"Is it the ancestor of another sect? The ancestor of Jain died in battle. If it is really that person, there is no way he will not come."

The gods had already made a rough guess about the hidden strong man.

There is even a Genghead boy who said, "There is nothing about his name that cannot be mentioned. As soon as he comes out, labor and management will be the first to pay homage and salute."

"The Great Saint of Sikhs!"

Yes, India, apart from the Brahmin religion, is Buddhism and Jainism is the bishop.

But there is another religion that may not have many followers, but its leader is definitely strong.

That's Sikhism!

In the eyes of Tianzhu people, Sikhism is also called "Protestant".

"Nanak, since you don't want to show up, let's see how different my strength is from yours."

The morale of the Maurya Dynasty is high, and the millions of iron hooves, beating drums and shaking, have the potential to penetrate the divine system.

If one did not know Lord Shiva, one would have thought that Ashoka was the master of the Goddess of India.

Ashoka smiled and said: "I remembered a word, you kings of the East will call themselves widowers."

"Look at how you look now. You claim to be the God of Xuantian, but you are really a loner, hahaha."

The morale was condensed and formed, and it pressed towards Emperor Zhenwu.

The combat power of the two major gods, reduced to the most advanced level, finally collided.

“Long live Ashoka!”

The people of Tianzhu shouted in unison, as if that era was before their eyes.

Looking at the ancient history of Tianzhu, who can reject the peak of the Maurya Dynasty.

"An army of millions. How many countries in the world can have such a lineup?"

"If nothing else, the fact that the Mauryas defeated Alexander the Great alone makes them worthy of the Holy Grail."

The people of Tianzhu boasted and understood the faith of King Ashoka.

However, the historian of the Dragon Kingdom shouted: "Nonsense!"

"The first king who founded the Mauryan Dynasty was not Ashoka."

And it was only an army that Alexander colonized here that was defeated.

As for Ashoka himself, in order to succeed to the throne, he slaughtered 99 brothers, and others...

Millions of troops is not accurate.

"I'll tell you one by one. You only have more than 600,000 troops."

"A dynasty of slavery, in my opinion, has no merit."

Emperor Zhenwu denied Ashoka's achievements in just a few words.

How Ashoka is not angry is in his subconscious mind.

What's wrong with slavery?

"May I ask, generals, how do I treat you? Do you think you have second thoughts?"

"Your Majesty is wise and mighty, and we are willing to follow you forever!"

The shouts resounded through the sky, and the murderous atmosphere made people's scalp numb.

Zhenwu's expression suddenly turned cold. All these soldiers were indifferent.

They were supposed to be personified together, but they seemed to be reduced to puppets.