As soon as the words were spoken, the four people were silent.
No one spoke up to agree, and no one jumped out to oppose it.
There was a strange silence in the place. Not only the humans and monsters in Ziwei's native tribe, but also the saints of the ancient tribes were silent, and no one spoke.
The leaders of Ziwei exchanged glances with each other: Things have turned around!
I thought that if Feng Jinghong did something like this, the saints of the ancient tribe would definitely support him, and by then they would not be able to surrender even if they wanted to.
But now it seems that things are not that simple. It seems that these ancient tribes are not of the same mind?
In fact, the ancient clans are indeed not of the same mind. Most of the ancient clans belong to a certain royal clan. For example, the Silver clan is close to the Gold clan, and the Three-Eyed clan belongs to Shencanling.
There are very few truly idle ethnic groups. They are basically small, unpopular tribes, or powerful royal families that are not much weaker than the royal family!
Unfortunately, millions of years have passed since the age of the Immortal Emperor. Today, no ethnic group in the world directly falls under the banner of the Ancient Emperor.
It is normal that none of these ancestors and kings have expressed their opinions. Although all races respect the Immortal Emperor, and Feng Jinghong has saved their lives, but if they really want to surrender, they have to think about it again.
It's not that no one is optimistic about Feng Jinghong, but this group of people is headed by the three great saints. These three big men don't speak, and no one dares to express their opinions.
To put it bluntly, Feng Jinghong's strength and power were still a bit weak, not enough to awe the ancestors and kings.
As long as his cultivation level is stronger or there is a great saint under his command, the three great saints will be afraid.
Then there was a scene like this in the field. The human race and the demon race looked at the saints of the ancient race eagerly, waiting for them to make a sound.
The ancestors and kings of the ancient tribe looked at the leading three saints, waiting for them to express their stance.
The three great sages drank tea and fell into concentration, as if they didn't know what was happening.
In fact, no one knew that the three of them had passed the Qi as early as when Feng Jinghong's invitation was sent out. After all, Feng Jinghong's power was not weak. Putting aside the aura of the Son of God, the combination of the Holy King and the Royal Soldiers alone could
Can't ignore it.
But after all, Feng Jinghong is in the second realm of Caixianxian. With this level of cultivation, it is impossible to dominate the world and make all the saints surrender!
In fact, they were a little angry when they received the invitation. After all, you didn't come to ask the three of you for advice on such a big matter as establishing a heavenly palace.
Why, do you really think that since you are the son of God, you will be respected by the whole world?
So the three of them discussed it and decided to let Feng Jinghong wake up and realize who is the boss now!
But this degree cannot be too high, and Feng Jinghong cannot be offended to death. Not to mention that he is kind to them, the talent that Feng Jinghong has shown so far deserves their caution!
An ancient prince with outstanding talent, blood, character, will, and opportunities and resources, no one would be so stupid as to want to be his enemy.
So the three of them discussed it and decided on a plan:
Attend it normally, show that you take it seriously, but never express your opinion. Give him a break first, and then give him a step down so that he can quit!
Now is the time for them to put on airs. Let Feng Jinghong worry and reflect for a moment! Then talk about other things.
Seeing this scene, some people in the hall were secretly happy and cast gloating looks at Feng Jinghong, who was sitting high on the dragon chair.
This time Feng Jinghong invited so many people with great fanfare and wanted to dominate the world, and no one in Ziweixing knew about it.
Once Feng Jinghong fails to handle it well, he will become a joke to the whole world and his reputation will be ruined!
Everyone understood this in their hearts, and looked at Feng Jinghong playfully, wanting to see how he would solve this situation.
What disappointed them was that Feng Jinghong was sitting high on the throne and did not look anxious or surprised at all.
His gaze was distant and indifferent, like a god looking down at the world, scanning the faces of everyone in the palace one by one.
No one dared to look at him. All the major sect leaders lowered their heads. Even the ancestors and kings all looked away. Firstly, they felt guilty. Secondly, they were surprised to find that they were actually frightened and did not dare to look directly!
It seems that the person who sits high on the throne is not a young man from the Immortal Realm, but the supreme emperor who has equalized the nine heavens and ten earths and is respected by everyone in the universe!
All the ancestors and kings can only sigh in their hearts that he is indeed the son of God, and his aura of innate supremacy is truly extraordinary.
In fact, Feng Jinghong was sighing in his heart at this moment. The immortal emperor's human skin could only be used as a deterrent if it could bring out a little momentum.
If you are holding the emperor's general drum in your hand now, you can give the order directly. If you dare to disobey, I will directly let your ancestral tomb explode!
Borrowing her father's domineering aura, she suppressed the aura of everyone in the hall first, and then Feng Jinghong spoke:
"Since no one has spoken, I will take it as your acquiescence!"
The three great saints frowned: Are you trying to lose face and start to deceive yourself and others?
This is the establishment of a heavenly court, not a child's play house. What's the use of your unilateral announcement?
The audience was also in an uproar, and many people were discussing whether they had overestimated this ancient prince and acted like a child's play!
However, what surprised them even more was what was happening behind them. Feng Jinghong, who was sitting on the throne, flicked his sleeves and threw out a stone tablet, which grew into a height of a hundred feet in the wind and landed in the center of the hall with a roar.
Everyone looked curiously and saw the stele shimmering with divine light. Mysterious runes were engraved on the surface of the stele, and three large characters were written on the top: The Stele of the Gods!
"Since everyone has no objections, let's leave the real name imprint!" Feng Jinghong's faint voice came.
Everyone's expressions changed. This man was not joking, he was serious about it!
Once you leave the mark of your true name, it really means surrender. No matter where you go in the future, you can be searched by this stone tablet.
Although the bloodline will not be directly clamped like the legendary Emperor Summoning Drum, it is still very troublesome!
This time, not only the major leaders, but also the ancestor kings and the three great saints looked at Feng Jinghong with dissatisfaction. Do they also want to leave a mark?
The Great Sage Qianyuan looked unhappy and said: "Your Highness..."
However, Feng Jinghong interrupted him directly and continued: "It is an important matter to leave a name on the God's Monument, so it will be presided over by the Dharma King of the Heavenly Court. Please invite the Dharma King!"
The Great Sage Qianyuan's speech was interrupted, his face became even more ugly, and he loudly said: "Your Highness! I said..."
"boom!"
Qianyuan's words were interrupted again, a supreme aura appeared, and the terrifying imperial power filled the entire Ziwei Star. For a moment, the grass and trees bowed their heads, and all the spirits bowed their heads!
Everyone in the palace was shaking like chaff.
Even the three saints with the highest cultivation levels felt frightened and out of breath. If they hadn't been sitting down originally, they would have knelt down now.
Silently, a majestic figure appeared next to Feng Jinghong, and the avenue roared with a myriad of atmospheres. The supreme imperial power was emanated from him!
The emperor's power came and went just as quickly, but in just a moment, everyone in the field was frightened and depressed, and the backs of the three great saints were soaked with cold sweat.
Only then did the majestic figure speak: "I am the Dharma King of Heaven - Kunpeng!"
His eyes swept around the field and finally fell on the Great Sage Qianyuan:
"This time, let's start with you when leaving your name on the God's Monument! By the way, what were you going to say to His Highness just now?"