Speculations and information about this shocking incident quickly spread explosively among people and on the Internet.
Especially after those who participated in the enthronement ceremony returned, the causes and consequences of how Mu Cang, dissatisfied with the seasons, controlled all living beings around the world with a single thought, and finally captured the stars and the moon to forcefully change the seasons were all exposed.
Although no real big names in the scientific community have come forward to enrich the details of the entire incident, the nature of the incident and everyone's self-feeling are enough to stir the imagination of billions of people around the world.
Especially this whole thing is not complicated, but extremely simple.
To sum up, Mu Cang took one Blue Star Moon in each hand, and then traveled 300 million kilometers across 300 million kilometers at sub-light speed to reach the opposite orbit, which finally caused the Blue Star to change from summer to spring.
Simple? Give it a try!
Shit! It’s not simple at all!
Countless people expressed their shock on the Internet.
Especially those self-media that are extremely sensitive to traffic quickly came up with their own detailed analysis amidst countless calls for it.
Some analyzed the specific time of the entire incident; some analyzed Mu Cang's general strength; some analyzed the speed of the Blue Star Moon's flight; and some analyzed which level of the sun the world passed by at that time, and the specific amount of the shattered ears.
What is the level?
All kinds of analysis suddenly occupied the entire cyberspace, bombarding the eyeballs and brains of billions of people around the world.
Some high-tech video accounts even edited simple or complex video animations of Mu Cang catching the stars and the moon.
The people who had just pulled their heads out of the text message pressed back again.
Shocked, shocked, shocked.
For a time, the entire Blue Star felt that Mu Cang's original complex emotions of awe, disbelief, and worship as a god were upgraded to a new level, reaching and surpassing the status of the supreme god of many religions.
……
The second day of the first month of the first year of Emperor Cang’s calendar.
In the Divine Capital of Daxia, deep inside the Imperial Palace is the Golden Palace.
Mu Cang, wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown, was sitting leisurely on a pure gold dragon chair.
【Master: Mu Cang】
【Physique: Star】
【Soul: Star】
After one day, Mu Cang's attributes doubled, reaching one-fifth of the mass of the sun.
"Exponential explosion is great. Even if you don't use this power, just watching the numbers grow will make you feel relaxed and happy."
Mu Cang looked away from the attribute bar and looked at the ministers below.
The crown made of strings of jade beads was like the heavenly bridge between gods and humans, completely covering the upper half of his face, without revealing any emotion.
The lower half of the face is also unusually cold.
God's will follows God's will, and the entire hall is inexplicably shrouded in a cold aura.
Even in the boundless sky above the Jinluan Palace, black and gray turbid clouds quickly appeared under the influence of this aura, and the sound of rumbling thunder continued to be heard from it.
Below, the ministers who were exposed to this terrifying atmosphere, while waiting respectfully, could not help but feel uneasy and panic.
"Why don't you say anything?"
After being silent for a while, Mu Cang, who was sitting on the dragon throne, chuckled softly, "If word spreads that you are acting in such a panic, won't the world slander me as a tyrant?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy, and even the air seemed to be frozen. The ministers swayed and fell to their knees heavily as if they were suffocated, and couldn't help but kowtow:
"I am guilty!"
"I am guilty!"
"I am guilty!"
……
"Okay, okay."
Mu Cang waved his hand and easily dispelled the serious atmosphere in the hall. With his movement, even the dozen or so dying potted plants outside the main hall grew in length as if on stimulants.
At the same time, the sea of black clouds and thunder that covered half of the sky also disintegrated and turned into bunches of white flowing clouds. Against the backdrop of the warm spring light coming from slanting directions, they looked exceptionally clean and pure white.
All of this is so magical and so terrifying.
It's as if the whole world is moving with Mu Cang's emotions.
If he is angry, the evil wind will sweep away thunder and lightning.
If he is happy, then the Sky Cloud Cave will open up and the light will shine for thousands of miles.
It can only be said that for Mu Cang today, the so-called world... is really too small.
At this moment.
On the dragon throne, Mu Cang spoke again:
"I thought about it carefully yesterday. The so-called new dynasty and new atmosphere, if everything remains the same as before, well, it would be too boring, so..."
Having said this, he looked down at the ministers who bowed their heads respectfully below, and said in a playful tone:
"From today on, the imperial aristocratic system is completely abolished. Regardless of the founding nobles or the meritorious nobles, all titles are invalid, and all family properties must be transferred to the national treasury."
Speaking of this, Mu Cang's lips suddenly turned cold:
"Except for me, all living beings are equal, and no one can be superior."
Surprise!
More than a hundred ministers in the court were all frozen in place, with disbelief on their faces.
Your Majesty wants to abolish...the aristocratic system that has lasted for nearly three hundred years?
This... is something that no one has ever thought of in even their most outrageous dreams!
Several ministers were so frightened and shocked that they hurriedly knelt down for several meters and kowtowed in the direction of Mu Cang:
"Your Majesty, this, this, this... cannot be done, the whole of Great Xia will be in chaos!!"
There was also a trembling minister with a long white beard, who stumbled a few steps and knelt down in front of him, sobbing:
"Your Majesty, each line of meritorious nobles was born because of their outstanding contributions, and the founding nobles followed Taizu all the way through the wind and rain. They went through all the hardships and shed all their blood. I don't know how many people died before they established the country.
We, from the Great Xia Empire, hope that your Majesty... can take back his life!"
After saying this, the old minister kowtowed five or six times in a row until his forehead was swollen and bloody.
But Mu Cang on the dragon throne showed no emotion at all.
He recognized at a glance that the old man below was the president of the Great Xia Noble Federation and the patriarch of a line of founding nobles. He was powerful and powerful, his family was rich, and he had countless descendants.
Hum, an old man in his seventies or eighties can still marry a concubine in his seventies or eighteen, he is really getting stronger with age.
Mu Cang closed his eyes slightly and said indifferently: "You have gone through all the hardships and shed all your blood? So what? You have eaten for three hundred years of ancestral shade, and your brains are full of fat. It is almost over. Do you want to eat for another three hundred years?"
”
The old minister took a few breaths, slowly raised his old face full of tears, looked diagonally upward at Mu Cang, and said sadly:
"Your Majesty, this is the ancestral system. Your Majesty, the laws of the ancestors are immutable. Your Majesty's move is to... dig the roots of Daxia!!"
Surprised again!
The ministers at the rear couldn't help but exchange glances with each other.
They all saw shock and worry in each other's eyes, as if to say:
‘He is so brave, he dares to say such cruel words.’
‘I can’t bear it, what should I do?’
‘I don’t know, just watch.’
Above the hall, Mu Cang slowly bent down, rested his chin on his hand and looked at the old minister, smiling:
"I'm going to dig this root, so what?"
The old minister's expression froze, and then he wiped the tears on his face as if he was ready to fight, gritted his teeth and said:
"The old minister... I will crash to death in this palace today! So that the great ancestor and the founding princes can open their eyes!"
"Ouch~ killed?"
Mu Cang couldn't help but clapped his hands and grinned: "It's quite interesting."
After saying that, he raised his hand to the veteran below: "Then please do it."
"Ah?!"
The veteran was immediately dumbfounded.
He hesitated for a moment and looked sideways at the ministers behind him.
But I saw that all the ministers were looking at their eyes, nose, nose and heart without saying a word.
He secretly glanced at Mu Cang again, only to see that Mu Cang was also looking at him intently.
There was no expression on the upper half of the face that was covered by the emperor's crown, but there was a hint of interest in the lower half of the face.
It seems to be saying: hurry up, hit it quickly.
"Oh~"
The old minister shook his head sadly and whispered to himself: "Is it true that I am going to die here today?"
"Come on! Just die!"
He gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, ran forward and slammed into a thick pillar.
Unexpectedly, the old man's feet slipped inexplicably on the third step, and he fell to the ground.
He just hugged his old legs and called out to the sky. At the same time, he turned to look at the top of the hall and begged:
"Your Majesty, my Majesty, I am old and frail and have not exercised for a long time. I actually fell and injured my leg. I hope your Majesty will forgive me."
Mu Cang said "Hey" and waved his hand gently, and suddenly several burly figures dressed as imperial guards appeared around him.
As soon as these guards with cold expressions appeared, they knelt down and kowtowed without saying a word.
Mu Cang moved his posture and said slowly: "You old man, how can you not count what you said? Lift him up and hit him against the pillar until he dies."
As soon as these words came out, the officials in the main hall were dumbfounded.
This...that's not how the script works. Shouldn't His Majesty express his generosity by expressing some words of comfort? How could he be so cruel?
"I will obey the emperor's orders!"
Several guards responded respectfully and appeared in a flash around the old minister who looked stunned. They lifted him up and walked quickly towards the nearest pillar of the main hall.
At this time, the old minister also reacted, and he hurriedly struggled to beg for mercy: "Your Majesty, spare my life! It was the old minister who made a mistake, your majesty, please spare my life!"
Mu Cang turned a deaf ear, but smiled with a smile on his face and full of expectations in his eyes.
But it was said that the guards carried the old minister who was struggling and howling to the palace pillars, pressed his head and hit him hard.
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the old man fainted immediately.
The ministers couldn't help but tremble.
"Not dead."
Mu Cang waved his hand, "Keep bumping."
Several guards responded respectfully, lifted up the old minister whose face was covered with blood, and gave him a hard bump.
Bang!
The old man was twitching all over, and blood was pouring from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Bang!
Hit again.
The old man's eyes turned white, and there was a pit in his forehead, with yellow and white turbidity leaking out, and he was dying.
After glancing at the old man's body from a distance, Mu Cang curled his lips and waved his hands and ordered:
"Throw it out, throw it out, don't let it get in my way."
The guards responded respectfully, then picked up the old minister's body and disappeared in an instant.
The blood and dirt left by the corpse on the main hall disappeared in an instant under the quick cleaning and washing by several dust collectors who suddenly appeared, and the main hall was once again spotless.
At this time, Mu Cang turned to look at the ministers who lowered their heads and said casually:
"How? Who else wants to hit?"
The main hall was extremely silent, with no one speaking.
"Are they all mute and silent?"
Mu Cang squinted his eyes and scanned the ministers below from left to right. They were trembling and sweating like mercury.
The trace of dissatisfaction contained in those two nihilistic eyes was like substance, which cut the flesh, flesh and soul of the ministers in pain.
Indeed, if Mu Cang had even a hint of anger at this time, these hundreds of people, including the entire hall, would be cut into pieces under his two gazes.
For Mu Cang, this does not even consume a single star.
It's just that the level of his soul is too high.
Even the faintest emotional fluctuation will easily penetrate the barrier between reality and the spiritual world like a divine weapon in the heavenly realm, and even disturb the normal operation of Blue Star's will, thus triggering many drastic changes in the external nature.
When angry, the sky will be shaken and the earth will move.
This is Mu Cang's power.
But this is not because of his own lack of control ability, but because Mu Cang is too powerful.
For example, even if a giant dragon soaring in the sky tries to slow down its breathing, it will still fly away billions of dust bacteria.
Once the gap between the strong and the weak is so huge that it goes beyond common sense, even if the strong does nothing and just exists, it will be a great terror and harm to the weak.
It can only be said that the gap between him and mortals has finally reached the point where he cannot communicate normally or even be in the same room.
Perhaps after discovering this, Mu Cang also felt a little tired. He leaned on the dragon chair and waved his hands down in disinterest, sighing:
"Let's break up. Let's go back to our homes."
After that, he disappeared on the dragon throne.
After Mu Cang disappeared, the officials immediately kowtowed to the ground and shouted:
"Farewell to my emperor! My emperor's holy life is boundless!"
With the end of the court meeting, Mu Cang's order to "abolish the aristocratic system" was also carried out by the officials who held the imperial edict, leading a huge team of property raiders, and quickly rushed to the mansions of nobles throughout Daxia.<
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At the same time, thousands of [Blade of Violence] super-transformed legions from the former Sexton's Palace and the Imperial Palace Guards were also divided into teams to follow many of the officials to prevent some nobles from violently resisting the law.<
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That afternoon.
Northwest of Daxia, the Zhuo family mansion in Weicheng.
"...From now on, the title of Duke Zhuo of Wei will be abolished, and all family property will be confiscated..."
After the official read out the contents of the imperial edict expressionlessly, Zhuo Su, the patriarch of the Zhuo clan who knelt down in front of the gate to welcome the imperial edict, immediately cried out sadly, "I'm sorry for my ancestors!" He fainted and fell to the ground. The eldest son Zhuo Shicheng and the second son Zhuo Zihao, who were also kneeling behind to greet them, had their eyes widened and their whole bodies trembling.
Zhuo Zihao, the youngest, was so angry that he gritted his teeth and scratched the ground with cracks.
"Okay."
As soon as the official received the imperial edict, he passed by a few people, turned to the hundreds of people who searched the imperial palace's property, and said, "In compliance with the emperor's order, all the property of Wei Guogong's family must be copied, even a steel ingot."
You can’t even stay!”
The search team immediately bowed and shouted: "Yes!"
Zhuo Zihao couldn't hold back his anger any longer, and immediately jumped up from the ground, with phantoms of lions, tigers, leopards and other ferocious beasts exploding behind him. He roared and rushed towards the calm official: "I will fight with you..."
But before he finished speaking, he had just taken two steps when a strong, crystal-like figure suddenly appeared and shattered all the shadows. At the same time, he grabbed his neck and slammed it on the ground.
Bang!!
It's like a bomb has exploded.
During the huge earthquake in the courtyard, with Zhuo Zihao's broken neck, which was blasted half a meter into the ground as the center, cracks in the ground as wide as a thumb appeared in a radius of dozens of meters.
Suddenly, these ferocious cracks tore the originally quaint courtyard into an ugly appearance.
The official standing not far away stroked his beard and said: "Zhuo Su, the cost of repairing this house will be sent to you in a few days, don't forget it."
Zhuo Su, who was awakened by the vibration and loud noise, fainted and fell to the ground upon hearing this.
Zhuo Shicheng, who was sitting limply beside him, had his head lowered, showing no emotion or anger. Only his clenched teeth and raised cheeks could reveal some of his emotions.
He knew that he had no room for resistance.
My younger brother's martial arts cultivation has reached the pinnacle of indestructibility after several surges of spiritual energy, but he is still unable to withstand a casual blow from the person beside the official.
And there is not just one crystal man, but twelve.
The aura of each statue seems to be a thousand times stronger than that of the younger brother.
Even if all the private troops in the family are mobilized, they will definitely be killed by the other party.
And even if you can resist, so what?
The true god who lives deep in the imperial palace is so angry that a single thought can spread thousands of miles away and cause the whole family to be devastated.
"Alas~"
With a sigh, Zhuo Shicheng managed to stand up, lifted up the unconscious old man next to him, and staggered into the depths of the house under the cold eyes of the officials.
Now he is the only one holding the overall situation together and pacifying the family members as soon as possible.
‘I just hope that the walking activity mentioned by the bosses of the Noble Federation... to protest against the work stoppage... I hope it will be useful.'
Zhuo Shicheng, who was walking slowly with his father on his back, had a deep look in his eyes:
'Otherwise, if a founding aristocrat like him with a noble bloodline is really allowed to become... become a commoner, just like those damn mud-legged people, squeezing the bus every day, eating pig's trotters, 996... then it would be better to die.
.'
In this way, as time went by, the nobles in the empire ransacked their homes and exterminated their families (armed resistance).
For a time, the whole Great Summer was in turmoil.
