There are three hundred and sixty steps in total from the Hanging Sun Gate of the palace to the Immortal Platform.

"The wish of a prosperous life, the emperor invites immortals——"

As Wen Yongxing's old and powerful voice shouted, under the attention of all the people, amidst the thundering war drums, the absolute protagonist of the picture finally appeared.

It was a solemn and luxurious ceremonial robe, embroidered with the most extraordinary nine-dragon pattern.

There is an ancient bronze sword hanging on his waist, and the same ancient crown is on his head.

As long as the position is correct and the identity is correct, it doesn't matter if the sword in your hand is fake or real.

Han Dongwen followed the movements rehearsed by Taishu Pavilion and raised his sword to the sky.

The screen cuts by in vain, and a series of edits begin to intersect in a chaotic manner.

It’s not just a celebration of the New Year.

It’s not just Simeng.

The usually noisy main dock of Blood Harbor has been heavily guarded. Nine huge black sailboats, hoisted with skull bandit flags, gathered in a huge stone altar.

The altar was already suspended in the air, floating in the center surrounded by the bows of nine sailboats.

On top of the huge altar, there was an extraordinary bald man, holding an inconspicuous compass in his hand, looking into the distance at the sea level.

"Sacrifice to the God of the Sea! Sacrifice to the God of the Sea!"

Next to him were the crowds of people shouting wildly. He smiled ferociously for a moment, then grabbed one of the crew members guarding behind him, kicked it to the ground, and threw the compass in his hand in front of the crew members.

The next second, the sharp knife in his hand was already raised towards the crew.

"Sacrifice to the sea god."

His commanding voice sounded like a mixture of liquor and gunpowder, fierce and strong.

The screen flashed, and more countries were quickly edited past.

Tilda can be seen in the wind and snow, looking at Gascon's huge ice withers being sent into Simeng Eagle City.

Behind her is the bishop of the Catholic Church who has been incorporated into the Grand Duke's residence, welcoming the people and holding a grand mass.

You can see the high priest of Zuling Kingdom surrounding a huge bonfire, wearing a weird bone mask, and dancing ancient dance steps.

The great sage who could see Olimar was holding a golden scepter in his hand, using the tip of the scepter to pierce the chest of the slave who was kneeling on the ground in front of him with his head covered.

Each scene only lasts a few seconds, and you can almost help but stare at it, for fear of missing any details.

The last thing that enters the picture is the familiar white cat mask.

"Father, the time has come."

Gao's voice sounded from behind the mask, and the camera zoomed away from his mask, revealing a very high balcony.

What is placed in the balcony is not a throne, but a gorgeous bed.

sick bed.

A middle-aged man with skin as red as copper and hair as white as silver was lying on the hospital bed, raising his hands to look at the sky.

"Today, I will become a god!"

His wild voice resounded through the night sky, and among the ink-like nebulae, a flickering beam of light suddenly dropped, almost turning the world into dazzling white!

The divine light is like a sword, and the heaven and earth are like a huge sword array at this moment, breaking through all obstacles!

The lens was submerged in the dazzling white. After a while, the white that reappeared in the frame became a flickering light on the water.

It's like putting the divine light between heaven and earth into a small wine glass.

It is the ancestral hall of the Simeng Emperor’s Mausoleum.

The wine glass is in Han Dongwen's hand.

"The Jiang family in the Tianchi Palace, whose parents were generous, filial, respectful and diligent, and whose mother was Simeng, now accepts Simeng's filial piety and virtuous book, Dongwen, the Emperor's loving edict, and appoints Jiang as the principal concubine, enthroning her in the middle palace.

Yi descendants and subjects, hundreds of millions of years

Blessings without borders. Being gentle and far-reaching, recuperating the common people, sharing the benefits of the four seas for the benefit, having the heart of the whole world as the heart, protecting the country before danger, leading to governance before chaos, living up to the expectations of the ancestors of the country. Proclamation to the world, salty envoys

Hear and know!”

The New Year's greeting ceremony has obviously ended peacefully. The tray with the exquisite silver cup was placed in front of Han Dongwen, and Wen Yongxing's greetings echoed in the solemn soundtrack.

Han Dongwen and Jiang Keyin beside him had already raised their first glass of wine.

"Etiquette - piously inform the heaven and earth, Tao governs the universe, and governs human relations internally!"

Wen Yongxing read loudly, and Han Dongwen raised the wine glass above his head.

The next second, the screen flashed and returned to the sea.

It was the four merchant ships that sailed out of Simeng Port.

On the merchant ship of the Zuling Kingdom, the merchant envoy Ulat looked at the person standing opposite him with a pale face.

It was a child, holding a delicate pen in his hand and waving it decisively in front of his face.

"Ma Liang's Paintings: Impermanence!"

A shrill ghostly cry suddenly arose, and the merchant ship burst into dazzling flames on the ink-black sea and sank into the sea in despair.

"Etiquette - tell the ancestral temple sincerely, only remember the instructions of the ancestors, and live up to the expectations!"

Han Dongwen raised his second glass of wine, and he and Jiang Keyin respectfully bowed to the lantern of tablets in front of them.

In the same sea area, Maratanio, the merchant envoy of the white army, was holding a sharp knife in his hand, but he was panting and unable to hold on.

Standing in front of him was a disheveled old man and a girl with skin as fair as porcelain.

"The poison has penetrated into the bones."

The old man laughed strangely, and there was no one left alive on the entire ship.

The girl on the side had no expression on her face, grabbed the lantern on the wall next to her, and smashed it on the floor.

The lamp oil and flames instantly spread across the deck, engulfing everything.

"Etiquette - tell all the people to accept God's wishes and look up to them and worship them!"

Han Dongwen raised the third glass of wine to his chest and drank it.

The same shot of cutting back and forth flashed by, and blood spurted out of Olimar's He Su's mouth. A silver gun had been inserted deeply into his chest, and the handle of the gun was submerged in his flesh and blood.

"burn."

A masked woman holding a gun spoke with a cold tone, and the firelight all over the sky outlined her slender figure, leaving lingering traces of fire in the dark night.

"Etiquette - the auspiciousness of dragon and phoenix, to harmonize ethics!"

With the last glass of wine in his hand, Han Dongwen finally turned his head and looked at Jiang Keyin in front of him.

"You are extraordinarily beautiful today."

he said softly.

Jiang Keyin showed a perfect smile: "I know."

She gently took a step towards Han Dongwen and raised the wine in her glass: "Ke'er's work to assist His Highness, I hope it will be successful. I don't know what's going on now?"

"at the moment……"

Han Dongwen paused for a moment and looked at the swaying wine in the glass.

The picture flashed by, but it was the last ship.

Mianjiang Merchant Group, the ocean current of the emperor.

There was a man's figure standing on a small boat next to the merchant ship.

"The last time I came to Haizhou was seven years ago."

Zhong Lilin's figure appeared in the picture. He turned his head and looked to his side, but what appeared was not the officers and soldiers of the Third Division.

He is an addicted young man and a stranger!

"Your Highness has given me this opportunity, and I will be able to do it today."

Zhong Lilin took a deep breath and drew his sword and pointed it at the merchant ship of the Mianjiang Merchant Group beside him.

"Come aboard!"

Shout.

Fight.

Noisy sounds came in confusion, but it was not as smooth as the previous ships.

"court death!"

Zhan Taiyi's figure stood solemnly in the air, glaring angrily at the Simeng stranger in front of him.

"You are seeking death! Offend Poseidon!"

He roared angrily, and a crazy storm gathered around him.
To be continued...