No one in the entire Shenxiu Principality could surpass Mo Yuan.
Can Xia Qingchen be dissatisfied?
"What are you satisfied with?" Xia Qingchen came back to her senses and asked.
Mo Yuan suppressed his temper and said with a smile: "Seeing that you don't miss Shu, I thought you were dissatisfied with my divine gift to preside over the ceremony."
"Oh, you're talking about the god-given ceremony." Xia Qingchen's face was calm: "I can't say I'm satisfied with it."
After hearing his words, Mo Yuan thought that Xia Qingchen was relenting.
Before he could express his joy in his heart, Xia Qingchen continued: "I can only say that it's a bit too boring. I...our Wuchen God King probably won't finish it."
He once said that what he hates most in his life is red tape.
The current divine gift comes at a time when the process is lengthy!
If he were wandering around in heaven and earth, he wouldn't finish it at all and would just throw in some divine gifts.
What's more, Mo Yuan didn't know a single word of the prayer "God's Powerful Ode" that was the core of the divine gift process.
The divine gift held can only summon a few nearby low-level gods.
After hearing this, Mo Yuan wanted to laugh and feel angry.
What he felt at the moment was that of a homeless beggar pointing at his luxurious courtyard, saying that the other courtyard was not as comfortable as a beggar's nest.
There were also whispered discussions in the temple.
"Is Xia Qingchen inflated? He has become so famous recently that no one takes him seriously?"
"Indeed, Xia Qingchen is the only one who is not qualified to slander the heir of the Imperial Capital Temple like this!"
The town hall master frowned after hearing this.
He finally invited Mo Yuan, who spared no effort and took the initiative to host the ceremony.
Why is Xia Qingchen so ignorant and slandering people in person?
He is too proud, he dares to say anything!
"Xia Qingchen, please be careful with your words and actions." The town hall master warned him calmly.
Only Zhen Zhilan looked at Xia Qingchen's profile and believed it inexplicably.
She remembered that night.
Xia Qingchen untied the old belongings of the God King Wuchen, causing the heaven and earth to turn and the stars to move, and commanded the stars in the sky to condense into the Eight-Character Mountain Alliance.
And under the starlight, lonely and lonely, like the back of the eternal god king.
"Father, I think we should refer to Mr. Xia's opinion. He has an extraordinary understanding of God King Wuchen." Zhen Zhilan said slowly.
The town hall master frowned.
He admitted that Xia Qingchen's performance when he first came to the temple was amazing.
But God's gift is more complex and profound. How can it be denied by Xia Qingchen's understatement and boredom?
"Master of the Palace, there is no need to be angry. We serve God King Wuchen, and we should be able to convince others, not rely on intimidation." Mo Yuan looked at Xia Qingchen, and there seemed to be a bit of mischief hidden in his smiling eyes.
"So as you can see, how should we hold the ceremony? If there are any shortcomings, please give me some advice." Mo Yuan asked with a smile.
But that question is not funny at all.
Instead, he directly defeated Xia Qingchen's army.
If he cannot speak his mind, he will embarrass himself and will be despised by others.
"Advice?" Xia Qingchen said matter-of-factly: "Your ritual steps are all useless, so what else are you giving me? Just omit them all."
Mo Yuan laughed in anger.
Let Xia Qingchen give instructions, and then let him skip all the steps?
What kind of ceremony will be held?
"Brother Xia seems to have some profound insights into the god-given ritual. How about you show me a demonstration?" He was extremely angry.
He has never seen such an overestimating person in his life!
The face of the town hall master turned cold, and he waved his hand and said: "Master Mo Yuan, there is no need to be angry because of him, our ceremony will continue..."
However, Mo Yuan was already at odds with Xia Qingchen.
He stopped the Zhenzhen Palace Master and said with a forced smile: "You have to live and learn. Since Xia Qingchen has the ability to point out the country, let him try it and let us broaden our horizons."
In desperation, the town hall master had no choice but to give permission.
He glared at Xia Qingchen with great dissatisfaction and said, "Xia Qingchen, since Young Master Mo Yuan has said this, you can open our eyes to this."
Xia Qingchen looked at him and Mo Yuan. If they asked him to try, he would try?
However, when he noticed that his father Xia Yuan was among the believers, Xia Qingchen pondered for a while and said: "Okay, I will only use it once."
Seeing that he really wanted to try it, the corners of Mo Yuan's lips curled up!
I won’t cry until I see the coffin!
If you can't get off the stage later, let's see what you do!
Zhen Zhilan and many believers were particularly dissatisfied.
What was Xia Qingchen fussing over at the God-given Conference?
Only Zhen Zhilan cast an expectant gaze.
Xia Qingchen came to the statue of King Wuchen and did not receive any ritual props.
He just stretched out his arms, raised his head and scanned the thousands of miles of stars, gulped down the energy in his mouth, and shouted majesticly.
"All the gods in the heavens and the world, listen to my orders! Come!"
The town hall master and Mo Yuan are inviting the gods to come.
Xia Qingchen gave the order!
One word "come", soaring into the sky and reaching the vast starry sky.
This simple, child's play, disrespectful ceremony immediately angered everyone.
Is he performing a divine gift, or is he angering the gods?
Just when the town hall master was getting angry and stopped Xia Qingchen, an incredible scene appeared!
The statue of the Wuchen God King is full of light, with a nine-color halo emerging above its head.
The statue of the god has become grander and stronger than ever before.
At the same time, chants from above the nine heavens descended densely.
Along with this, blurry shadows of gods continued to descend in the temple.
Among them are immortals with Taoist bones, some with crane-haired faces, some ten-year-old children, and some peerless beauties...
There are all kinds of gods and goddesses!
One, two, three...
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of gods descended on the small temple at the same time, and they couldn't even squeeze in!
"All...all the gods are here!"
Wow!
All the believers in the temple knelt down in shock.
Even Mo Yuan was frightened by such a shocking scene and knelt down tremblingly.
Only Xia Qingchen looked up at the stars with his hands behind his hands.
"Are only the gods willing to come?" Xia Qingchen's eyes were filled with disappointment.
Once upon a time, he controlled more than a million gods.
Today, only ten thousand gods are willing to obey the call and send down their shadows.
He was in a complicated mood and waved his arms, like a lost king scolding his last loyal minister.
"God's gift."
Ten thousand divine shadows dispersed like the wind.
Only ten divine shadows remain.
The reason why there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety gods who obey the call but eventually dissipate.
There is only one reason!
All have fallen!
After the Ningshuang God became the God King, he killed all the gods who were still loyal to the Wuchen God King!
Only the ten gods in front of me are left alive in the world.
Great sadness enveloped Xia Qingchen's heart.
He clenched his fists, murderous intent surging in his heart: "Blood debts must be repaid with blood! Ningshuang, you wait!!"
All the gods dispersed, and everyone recovered from their shock and doubts.
Before I had time to ask, the divine gift had already begun.
Ten divine shadows dropped a soft light and scattered it on everyone.
The cultivation level in their bodies immediately skyrocketed.