The Black Book

Endless divine power was injected into the giant tripod from the void, condensing a dazzling mysterious light like nuclear fusion in the tripod.

The terrible divinity was compressed to the extreme, and the giant tripod that was gradually dyed into pure gold trembled slightly, like a miniature sun that could not be looked at directly blooming on the top of the snow mountain.

Boom!

The next second, a straight beam of light spurted out from the mouth of the tripod and pierced the sky. The divine light column that penetrated the sky and the earth penetrated into the void and disappeared in the depths of the dimension, establishing a link with the mysterious entity on the real side, leaving its own mark on this world.

"Today, [Dazhen] Yu Guogong Li Lin, opened up thousands of miles of territory, offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, established the Anbei Protectorate, and permanently guarded Mobei..."

In the faint whispering, Zhu Haomiao raised his hand and pressed it down gently.

"Seal, Langjuxu!"

Om~

The golden and red giant tripod suspended in the sky restrained its divine light and instantly collapsed into a gorgeous and beautiful entity, like a mountain falling fiercely.

Boom!

Just as the tripod was about to embed itself into the earth, a translucent colored glass barrier suddenly emerged, and a huge repulsive force was generated out of thin air, fixing the majestic and heavy giant tripod in mid-air, preventing it from moving forward.

Zizizizi~

The two invisible conceptual forces collided with each other, and the colored glass barrier stirred up violent golden thunder between the giant tripod, but as Zhu Haomiao slowly and ferociously pressed down, the translucent colored glass barrier cracked into spider-web-like fine marks and was crushed bit by bit by the huge tripod.

Bang~

Finally, accompanied by the crisp sound of crystal shattering, the towering giant tripod crushed all obstacles and fell heavily on the top of the flat snow mountain.

Boom!

In an instant, in the spiritual vision that mortals cannot see, a heavy golden torrent penetrated the earth from the tripod, radiated to the eight wastelands, tore apart the [anchor] that was originally imprinted on this world, and finally merged with the divinity of [Dazhen] that had the same origin, leaving a new imprint on the vast land of thousands of miles.

"Fenglangjuxu, the commander knows how to play..."

At the foot of the mountain, a group of descenders wearing the [Dragon Emblem] looked up at the top of the snowy peak, looking at the majestic giant tripod that replaced the temple and shone like a pearl, and couldn't help but talk about it.

And Huaixu and Bai Linglong and other senior executives looked deeper and glimpsed the symbolic changes in the dark.

"This is the violent crushing of the [Anchor] of the Third Brother's family. Let's see how they can be so arrogant now..."

Huaixu raised his mouth with gloating, and felt that the pressure that had been shrouding his mind for a while was gone, as if a heavy burden had been unloaded, and he felt relaxed all over.

Almost at the same time, on the South Asian continent on the real side, a group of dark-skinned monks were busy around a huge door, and suddenly heard a barely detectable crisp sound.

Kacha~

"What sound?"

Before they could react, tiny cracks appeared on the door and quickly spread to every inch of the corner.

"Not good!"

Boom!

Without the anchor on the other side, the huge energy between reality and illusion swept back, instantly crushing the solid supernatural door into pieces, and turned into bullet-like fragments and sprayed out.

The violent explosion turned the entire building into dust. When Emperor Shitian noticed the shattering of the anchor point and rushed to the scene, there was only a mess of scorched earth left.

Looking at the radial shallow pit in the center of the scorched earth with a gloomy face, Emperor Shitian was silent for a long time, and finally spoke faintly.

"Go and negotiate with other countries. No matter how much it costs, I want to borrow their [door] to come again!"

"Yes."

Behind him, Gandharva respectfully touched her chest, and her plump body seemed to melt like a phantom, slowly dissipating on the spot.

His eyes were slightly out of focus, and Emperor Shitian seemed to see through the dimension and glimpsed an evil and elegant outline, gnashing his teeth.

"Son of the Dragon... I haven't lost this battle of gods yet!"

………………

In the fantasy realm, in the far west, a magnificent city was on fire, screams and cruel laughter were heard one after another, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the palace in the city center, a centaur with a shoulder height of more than two meters, as majestic as a monster, looked down at his subordinates kneeling on the ground, and his pure golden eyes were filled with uncontrollable brutality.

"What's going on?"

"Khan, the royal court... the royal court has fallen..."

"Three princes died in battle one after another, and the hundreds of thousands of troops left in the east were wiped out. Only a small number of us escaped."

Listening to the crying of his subordinates, Yi Lianzhen was silent for a long time, silently drew out the golden knife, and cut a deep wound on his face.

The pale golden blood flowed down his face, like silent blood and tears flowing quietly.

"【Dazhen】... Duke Yu... Li Lin!"

He chewed on a few words calmly, but his indifferent words contained a violent and cruel emotion like magma. Yi Lianzhen looked to the east, scratched the wound with his fingers, and smeared three blood marks on his face.

"Massacre the city! Distribute all the property to the soldiers, we should go back for revenge!"

"Yes!"

The surrounding centaurs responded and vented their anger. The whole city began to echo the painful wails before death.

After the outsiders left, Yi Lianzhen looked at his most beloved and last son and ordered calmly.

"You lead a group of guards to continue the westward expedition."

"Father Khan, I..."

Raising his hand and waving, Yi Lianzhen interrupted him without denying it, looking far into the sky.

"The rise of [Dazhen] this time is too rapid and too strange. Their man of destiny... that Duke Yu is completely beyond common sense. Even I am not sure of winning."

As the most important man of destiny in this world, Yi Lianzhen has never felt such an unpredictable feedback of fate.

The originally predetermined fate seemed to be distorted and tampered by an invisible hand, completely beyond his control...

It seemed that even the way of heaven could not predict the future direction, and there was only chaos ahead!

"If, I lose..."

"Then you continue to go west, away from [Dazhen], away from that monster."

"As long as he is still alive, never get close to [Dazhen]'s sphere of influence."

Listening to his father's words as if he was telling him his last words, the young centaur burst into tears and couldn't help kneeling in front of him.

"Father Khan..."

"Okay, you are the last blood of the Golden Royal Court, you should make the enemy bleed and cry, instead of crying like a weak woman!"

"From today on, I allow you to divide the account and call yourself a Khan, and establish a new royal court!"

Patting his son's shoulder, Yi Lianzhen turned and left without any reluctance. His majestic back carried a murderous aura, accompanied by the wailing and screaming in the city, and the whole world seemed to tremble with his every move.

Watching his father's back go away, the young centaur wiped the tears from his face, and his eyes gradually became firm and resolute.

Thanks to the book friends [Here Just Waiting for You] for the reward.