The throne of God is waiting for me

The light surged towards him. The pure light was like a streak of starlight in the sky, circling around him and then pouring into the list. The golden list was shining.

At this time, Xiao Wang realized that his group of believers seemed to have expanded a lot, and the Shanyin tribe had unknowingly annexed several nearby tribes and became one of the largest tribes on the continent.

Xiao Wang investigated the reason a little.

It turned out that the strange epidemic had swept the entire area directly. After the people of the Shanyin tribe recovered, in order to help other tribes around, they took the initiative to announce the formula of the medicine. The source of the formula, that is, Xiao Wang's existence, was exposed to the eyes of other tribes for the first time.

With the grace of saving lives first, the Shanyin tribe rose rapidly under the various knowledge taught by Xiao Wang. Seeing that everyone's life was getting better and better, other tribes around could not help but envy.

This continent is full of spiritual energy, so the mountains and rivers are particularly complex. Hundreds of races are constantly changing, and there are even many monsters with spiritual intelligence running rampant. As a recently born race, it is not easy for the human race to survive, so it will form tribes of all sizes, and its most fundamental motivation is survival.

Now that the Shanyin tribe has risen suddenly, and there is such a mysterious sacrificial spirit behind it, those small tribes that were originally formed just for survival naturally take the initiative to attach themselves. In a few years, the Shanyin tribe has become the overlord of the surrounding area and even began to expand to other areas.

In this way, more and more people have learned the knowledge taught by Xiao Wang. At this time, Xiao Wang is already the incarnation of God in their eyes.

——

The rolling black clouds render the sky ink black.

The howling wind roars, stirring up endless black fog. The dense ghost energy seems to pass by the side of the face. In the dark canyon, the white bones are like snow, and the endless ghost shadows are surging like a tide.

An illusory white shadow shuttled through the dense ghost air and went straight to the deepest part of the mountain. All the evil ghosts that wanted to pounce on it along the way turned into ashes in his cold eyes.

Until he came to the deepest part of this mountain range, the erratic white shadow stopped and he lowered his head to look down.

This is a very yin place.

Not long ago, Xiao Wang accidentally entered this place.

He understood why there were not many wild ghosts wandering outside. It turned out that most of them were attracted by this kind of very yin place and came here along the yin energy of the earth veins. Although those ghosts still cannot survive in the world, they are nourished by the yin energy here, and their souls can be stable for at least several years.

Now, after tens of millions of years of accumulation, this very yin place has long become a veritable ghost cave, and the new ghosts are always much more than the dead ghosts.

Swoosh——

The bone-chilling cold wind blew across his body. Something seemed to be rolling back and forth under the black fog. Xiao Wang's arrival seemed to have given that existence a great stimulation. He reached out and took out a long sword bound to his soul.

The long sword was also covered with cracks. A weak little golden dragon swam across the sword, rubbed against Xiao Wang's palm intimately, and soon fell asleep again.

"Fu Cang Sword..." His fingers gently stroked the sword, and he silently recited the name that had just appeared in his heart. An indescribable sense of intimacy surged in Xiao Wang's heart.

Huh...

The thing in the depths of the black fog rushed out with a roar, wrapped in black fog and cold wind. The evil spirit condensed from the purest evil spirit was invisible and shapeless, changing in endless ways, as if there were countless faces changing back and forth. As soon as it appeared, countless ghost cries rang out.

The evil spirit seemed to turn into a large black net, covering Xiao Wang head-on. Xiao Wang's eyes condensed slightly, and the cold wind suddenly rose between heaven and earth as he wished. His figure floated backward with the wind, graceful and swift.

The evil spirit in front of him was nothing in his eyes. If he could not cut off the Yin vein directly, even if he killed this evil spirit at this time, there would be another evil spirit born in tens of millions of years.

This world was born not long ago, and many shortcomings have not been perfected. Not only the evil ghosts entrenched in the human world, but also this Yin land that is like a ghost cave, and even many races that are born and raised, born almost like gods... are all gathered on the same continent.

If these shortcomings are to be perfected one by one, Xiao Wang, who only wants to heal his injuries, may not have the energy to do so. Most of the time, he prefers to be a bystander.

Unfortunately, the situation at this time is not up to him.

Although the evil spirit has wisdom, it still acts only on instinct and pounces on him again.

This time, Xiao Wang no longer avoids, he swings the Fu Cang sword covered with cracks.

Suddenly, the stars of faith light seemed to be attracted, surging towards the Fu Cang Sword like a river flowing into the sea. Whether it was the pure faith light that contained gratitude and blessings, or the turbid faith light filled with greed and ignorance from a few people who only wanted to gain something without working, they were all absorbed by the Fu Cang Sword at this time. It was as if a layer of hazy starlight was coated on the surface of the sword, and even the cracks were unconsciously reduced a lot.

All this happened in an instant.

The cold sword light had been swung out, and even a lot of faith light poured out in the direction of the sword light, instantly piercing through the illusory form of the evil spirit and slashing straight down.

Like the falling of the stars in the sky, the sword light like a silk thread cut the entire mountain in half.

The sword light disappeared, and a deep canyon stretched across the ground. Deep in the canyon was a completely cut underground Yin vein.

Huh...

Suddenly, a strong wind blew between heaven and earth, blowing away the layers of heavy dark clouds on the sky, and thousands of golden rays of light sprinkled down.

Countless ghost cries suddenly rang out around, and the evil spirits accumulated over countless years evaporated in the sun, and the evil ghosts turned into ashes. The mountains were bright and sunny, just like a painting that suddenly turned up the brightness, making the viewers feel brighter.

Xiao Wang took back the Fu Cang Sword, and suddenly felt a lightness in his soul, as if a layer of pressure was suddenly removed, or the whole soul was gently washed, producing an indescribable sense of comfort.

It seemed that some invisible power descended on him in the dark. Although this power was extremely weak, it made Xiao Wang feel that he was slightly in harmony with this world, and no longer rejected as before.

Some information flashed in his mind inexplicably, and it seemed that he naturally understood the origin of the power in the dark.

"...Favored by the plane? Or...the merits of the heavens of this continent?"

...He seemed to have found another way to speed up the healing of his injuries?

Xiao Wang waved his sleeves to save some normal ghosts who still had their sanity, and sealed them up casually. Looking at these ghosts with illusory forms, he thought of the insignificant merits of the heavens he had just obtained. A thought suddenly popped up in Xiao Wang's mind.

...If he could find a way to properly place these ghosts, so that they would not continue to wander in the human world, and under the instinct of survival, swallow human breath and become evil ghosts...I guess he would definitely get more merits of the heavens, right? At least it would be very helpful for his injuries.

Before he could continue to think about it, the light of faith from thousands of miles away surged like a tide, and countless voices resounded in the light.

Xiao Wang waved his hand casually, and the endless flickering light of faith suddenly turned into a light curtain suspended between heaven and earth.

Scenes appeared in it.

——

The "Book of Xia" discovered in later generations records——

In the ancient times, the age is no longer traceable. Mountain torrents broke out, peaks collapsed, and the first large tribe Shanyin Tribe, the place where the human race originated, was swallowed by mountain torrents.

At the critical moment, the original god Fuli Emperor suddenly appeared in the world. He moved mountains and filled the sea, turning the sea into mulberry fields.

On the new settlement, hundreds of tribes gathered together, and they were innately powerful. There was a big monster that was rampant, and the emperor killed it.

Fuli Emperor also used the sun, moon and stars as visualization pictures to teach the human race the method of visualization, and make up for the innate deficiencies with acquired practice.

Before leaving, he left 33 words of the Great Dao Divine Text. It is said that once you understand it, you can master the 33 great laws between heaven and earth and turn mortals into gods.

Since then, the human race regards this first god they know as the original god.

There are endless myths and legends about him. After being sorted out by later generations, in the final record: He was born at the same time as the heaven and earth, wearing the sun, moon and stars as clothes, in charge of all things in the world, and protecting all living beings in the world.

——The human race called him "Emperor Fuli" or "Lord of the Nine Palaces of Fuli".

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The "Book of Xia" of later generations recorded:

Emperor Fuli taught the human race the method of visualizing the sun, moon and stars and the thirty-three great Dao divine texts. Later, the human race rose in the wilderness, opened mountains and chiseled stones, drove away beasts and ghosts, and the tribe grew stronger and stronger.

The high priest "Qi" comprehended three thousand characters from the great Dao divine text, carved stones and created characters, and widely taught the human race. From then on, the human race had its own text heritage. And those myths and legends were also recorded.

The various deeds of Emperor Fuli, the original god, were therefore recorded, and he became the oldest god worshipped by the human race.

However, the mysterious Emperor Fuli never appeared again, and seemed to have disappeared from the world.

——

At dusk, a human village in the Central Region.

A newly born ghost floated out of his home, looking back from time to time, listening to the faint cries behind him.

His thin and transparent soul quietly avoided the sunset, hiding under the huge locust tree and peeking at the village. Thunder suddenly sounded in the clear sky, and the power that was enough to make ghosts disappear into ashes frightened the newly dead ghost into a ball.

Finally, when the dusk was over, the sun quietly set. Another illusory shadow suddenly appeared, claiming to be a ghost messenger, and was about to lead the newly dead ghost away from the human world and go to the underworld.

The newly dead ghost was shocked: "The underworld? This..." This seems to be different from the rumors.

As far as he knows, people become ghosts after death, and they will disperse seven days after death. If they linger in the human world, they must absorb human energy to survive. Over time, they will lose their rationality and turn into evil ghosts.

"Haha, what you said is old news from many years ago!" The ghost who claimed to be a ghost messenger laughed twice, and then bowed respectfully in a certain direction, and said solemnly, "All this is thanks to Emperor Fuli. Now the emperor has opened up the underworld and led all the ghosts in the world. No ghost is allowed to stay in the world."

For some reason, when he mentioned Emperor Fuli, his tone was inexplicably complicated.

The newly dead ghost noticed that he had asked his inner thoughts unconsciously, and he smiled and closed his mouth.

But the name "Emperor Fuli" still made his eyes shine. The short-lived emperor has always been the object of admiration in the hearts of many human beings, including him.

He followed the ghost messenger curiously, not daring to fall behind easily.

The two ghosts penetrated a thin layer of gray fog. The newly dead ghost noticed that there were many ghosts like them passing through the gray fog around them. When their illusory souls landed lightly, they immediately came to another small world and cut off the connection with the Yang world.

The hazy gray fog was faintly diffused at the edge of this small world. A stone tablet was looming in the fog. On the dark and ancient tablet were engraved several mysterious characters that had never been seen before. However, when the eyes moved to the characters, they would naturally understand the meaning.

——The underworld of the underworld.

Looking past the stone tablet and looking back, in the thick Yin and ghost aura, acres of Yin fields were neatly arranged, with roads and houses.

In the center of this world, dozens of solemn and magnificent palaces were closely connected. The palaces were majestic, and the ghost faces on the eaves were roaring hideously. Looking closely, they were all real evil ghosts, with iron chains piercing their chests, hanging upside down on the eaves and struggling.

Looking around, there are countless evil ghosts working hard, opening up acres of Yin fields and building houses between the fields. Also under construction is a group of palaces.

——This Yin world is like a small city under construction.

The newly dead ghosts are in the ghost messenger's