'Why does this place become more and more scary the more I look at it?'
When Wu Wan first peeked into the Divine Court of Tiangong, he had already noticed the path of death, which was among the eleven main avenues at the core of Tiangong.
Reproduction, longevity, and death explain the three basic elements of life.
However, because death is the end of life, is feared by living things, and is rejected by the avenue of life, the two avenues of reproduction and longevity have become the leaders of all avenues related to life, and death and life are juxtaposed.
In Wu Wan's current understanding, life and death are balanced, but life is not just "life". Life and death are just two states of life.
'So, the God of Death has nothing to fear.'
Wu Wan murmured in his heart.
Ahead, the pitch-black temple suspended in the crater was emitting wisps of faint light.
There was some hesitation in Wu Wang's eyes, and his heart was beating slightly.
He is also a living being, and has a natural repulsion towards this place. His Taoist heart is shrinking slightly, as if an invisible hand is holding his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The main door of the main hall is in the north.
Wu Wan didn't know what the significance of this was. He tried his best to find out his immortal consciousness, wrapped his whole body with spiritual thoughts, and his soul became very energetic.
Just a little bit away, the little Yuanshen reached out to grab the four small forbidden swords floating around...
"The God of Spring?"
Da Siming's voice suddenly reached Wu Huan's ears.
Wu Wan's forward figure immediately stopped and turned his head slightly to look at Da Siming.
The latter stood out of thin air in the distance, showed a faint smile to Wu Huan, and said leisurely:
"I have actually reserved other positions for you. If you don't like this job, I will take you to the next place."
A method of provoking generals?
Wu Huan thought a little in his heart that the opportunity to come into contact with the Avenue of Death was actually quite rare.
Therefore, Wu Wang pretended to be agitated and immediately turned his head towards the palace door.
Da Siming kept a faint smile on his lips.
When Wu Wan stood firm in front of the dark temple, which was as majestic as an ancient tomb, Da Siming turned around and wanted to leave;
Wu Wan thought of something else and said to Da Siming:
"No matter what, I can't let her look down on me."
After saying that, he walked away and took a few steps into the dark corridor connecting the palace doors.
In the distance, Da Siming's handsome face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. He flicked his sleeves for the last time, turned around and disappeared.
In the Temple of Death, Wu Wan showed a calculating smile, calmly walked through the ten-foot-long corridor, and began to take stock of the environment inside the temple.
Different from the darkness, gloominess and solemnity outside, the display inside the hall is very simple, with only a stone coffin lying in the middle of the hall.
The appearance of the main hall is based on a square shape, but the inside of the hall is cylindrical, like a huge birdcage or a regular tomb.
On the continuous arc-shaped walls, scenes of purgatory are carved, as if there are endless creatures roaring and wailing inside, conveying the despair and pain of death.
The floor of the hall seems to be suspended in the air, and below is a pool of hot magma.
Wu Wan looked carefully for a while and found that the ground was covered with a layer of extremely pure Mingli gemstone, and the texture was very comfortable to step on.
Inside the sarcophagus, the fluctuations of the Avenue of Death were heard.
Wu Wan stood at the exit of the corridor and said loudly: "The God of Spring in the Heavenly Palace has come to nourish the body of the God of Death!"
quiet.
Wu Wan waited for a moment, but there was still no response.
He stared at the sarcophagus carefully and shouted: "Where is the God of Death? Please come out and cooperate!"
No response yet?
Are you really sleeping? Have you lost all your awareness?
"God of Death, if you don't respond, I will cast a spell here!"
Wu Wang cleared his throat, made up a spell-casting formula at random, and felt the power of Fengchun God's throne, gathering it in the palm of his hand.
He was chanting:
"Spring is so beautiful, the dead trees are blooming. If they don't bloom, use them as dry firewood to burn."
Aiming at the sarcophagus with the palm of his hand, he pushed it gently, which contained the weak divine power of the dead wood's secret of spring, and floated towards the sarcophagus.
It was like a gentle breeze blowing, but it couldn't move any dust.
Instantly, Wu Huan noticed that the Avenue of Death fluctuated. In the sarcophagus, there seemed to be a little spiritual light, and a sleeping consciousness was awakening.
Before entering this place, Wu Huan kept beating drums in his heart. As a living being, the instinctive fear of death made his heart tremble slightly from time to time.
But after arriving here, Wu Wangdao's heart actually calmed down.
There is no other, because what he perceives and sees are all principles that can be explained and understood by himself.
The one in the sarcophagus is also the spirit of the great road, and it is also a very miserable spirit of the great road that keeps collapsing and reuniting.
Every time they reunite, the previous consciousness is equivalent to death, and the new consciousness will grow haphazardly for a period of time, and then collapse again.
Therefore, from the ancient war between gods to the present, the God of Death has not provided any substantial help to the Heavenly Palace except for holding him back.
And it also consumed a lot of the divine power of the Heavenly Palace.
Wu Wang sat down cross-legged at the entrance and continued to observe the changes in the sarcophagus.
Soon, the fluctuations of the avenue in the sarcophagus calmed down again.
That little flash of consciousness fell silent again.
Wu Wan sent the power of Fengchun twice more. He could feel that the consciousness in the sarcophagus had become slightly stronger, but it was still far away from fully awakening.
'Should we wake up this innate god?'
In a sense, this is a recently born consciousness and should be malleable.
But if the Avenue of Death is used by the Heavenly Palace, the human realm will undoubtedly be under new pressure. This avenue is the nemesis of all living things.
Da Siming asked him, the god of spring, to come and nourish the god of death, which was actually a clever and painstaking move.
Not to mention anything else, even if the God of Death only has the strength of an ordinary god, as long as it appears on the battlefield, it can use the characteristics of the Dao to make the masters of the human domain in an area feel at a loss.
But if we don’t communicate with this consciousness, we will never be able to dig this brick...
Poaching is a destined to be long process and cannot be accomplished overnight. Wu Juan is also prepared to struggle in Tiangong for a long time.
The sooner you get in touch, the more opportunities you have to find the gaps in the wall of the Heavenly Palace.
This requires careful weighing.
"God of Death, we will stop here today."
Wu Wang couldn't make up his mind for a moment and said softly:
"I'll come back in a few days to continue nourishing the body of the God of Death. Say goodbye."
After saying this, Wu Wang cupped his hands in front of the sarcophagus, took two steps back, and turned into a wisp of breeze to escape from the temple.
The sarcophagus seemed to tremble slightly.
Wu Wan paused and observed with his immortal consciousness for a while. He didn't notice any fluctuations in the avenue, so he no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away.
The first contact with the God of Death was not thrilling, not exciting at all.
…
The sun star has made two turns, and the human corona has made two turns.
Heavenly Palace, in the temple of Wu Wan.
The hanging basket that had just been moved from the prison palace was swinging back and forth. The innate god curled up in the hanging basket was holding a piece of light yellow dried fruit, with a little surprise in his eyes:
"Brother asked you to nourish the God of Death?"
"Well," Wu Wan slumped down and put down the book in his hand, "You just want to embarrass me, but I won't be scared by the God of Death."
"That god is also quite miserable. He has been reshaped and collapsed countless times."
Shao Siming sighed softly, opened his mouth slightly, held the dried fruit in his mouth, let the sweet and sour powder wrapped in the outer layer melt on the tip of his tongue, and gently bit the peel.
Wu Wan asked: "Does the God of Death have any explanation?"
"Say... ugh!"
Shao Siming realized that he was speaking out of tune, so he quickly shut up, bit off the dried fruit, chewed it carefully and swallowed it, and then said:
"What does the statement mean?"
Wu Wang said: "Restraint on living beings, or other taboos."
Shao Siming groaned a few times, thought carefully, and said slowly:
"I can't explain it. According to the principle of the opposition between the avenues, my brother and I should hate each other with the avenue of death, just like the God of Water and the God of Fire. They are innately opposed to each other.
But the strange thing is that when the God of Death is able to move, and every time I meet the God of Death, I don't find anything disgusting about him.
On the contrary, I feel that it is inextricably linked to my great path."
"Procreate, die."
Wu Wan and Shao Siming thought about it separately and discussed it for a few words, but they couldn't come up with a reason.
However, this did give Wu Wan a little reminder.
Even if he doesn't use the power of Fengchun to nourish the God of Death, this God can still wake up. During the long reign of the Heavenly Palace, this God can occasionally appear.
It's better to try your best to moisturize him.
Wu Wan asked again: "Can I go to the Heavenly Palace to replenish the divine power I spent nourishing the God of Death?"
"Don't you have a sacred pool in your temple?"
Shao Siming asked softly, then jumped out of the hanging basket as if belatedly, and looked around for a while.
"It's strange why there is no divine power pool in your temple. Logically speaking, the residence of the righteous god should have a divine pool to receive the divine power sent by the Tiangong every year."
Wu laughed and said, "It should be that Fengchun God is too low-level."
"If there is no divine power pool, you have to go to my brother to get the divine power," Shao Siming frowned slightly, "could it be that he secretly tripped you again."
"I am a creature in the human realm, so they should not trust me, and I don't want them to."
Wu laughed and said:
"It doesn't matter. Since we are in the Heavenly Palace, we should act according to the rules of the Heavenly Palace. I will just go see the Chief Commander later.
Moreover, although Da Siming and I have some issues, he is the number one auxiliary god in the Tiangong after all, and there is no way he would trip me up with such a trivial matter.
You don’t have to worry about this matter, I can handle it myself.”
Shao Siming warned: "If he gives you trouble, you can tell me."
"You and I are friends because we feel comfortable, have similar personalities, have similar paths, and have similar interests," Wu said with a smile, "Don't let our friendship be mixed with other things."
With a touch of excitement in his eyes, Shao Si Ming raised his hand to smooth the hair beside his ears, then looked away and hummed softly.
Wu Huan picked up the book and read the formations about the stars carefully, comprehending the three hundred and sixty little flags in his heart.
She picked up the paper bag containing the dried fruits and tried not to look at what was inside, thinking about what kind of flavors she could get next time.
The years are flowing like water, and the new sun is rising outside the window.
Shao Siming fell asleep at some point. The morning light fell on her thin eyelids, making her eyelashes tremble slightly, and she opened her eyes again.
Wu Wan is no longer sitting in silence.
She looked for some sound and saw Wu Wan dancing his sword in the open space in front of the palace.
The sword light, which did not have much divine power but seemed more powerful, made Shao Siming look at it for a while without any thought...
Suddenly, he saw a group of divine guards flying out of the palace. Wu Wan stopped practicing his sword, and Shao Siming also woke up from his trance and floated to the front of the palace.
As soon as she approached, she saw the divine guards kneeling on one knee on the cloud, and a powerful divine guard leader shouted loudly:
"Information to the God of Spring!
Your statue has been erected in the capital of the emperor, please check it in the lower realm!"
"Idol?"
Wu smiled and said: "Do you still need me to check and accept this thing?"
The commander raised his tiger head and glanced at Wu Wang, and immediately said: "It's all up to you, sir. According to the custom, you should go and see it. After all, it is a symbol of your identity and the cornerstone for you to recruit followers in the future.
"
"I am somewhat interested in the capital of the emperor."
Wu Wang nodded slightly and said, "Let's lead the way in front. I'll go over and take a turn."
"Yes, sir please!"
The tiger leader answered loudly, and the divine guards stood up and lined up.
Wu Huan just wanted to say hello to Shao Siming, but Shao Siming had already jumped to Wu Huan's side with his hands behind his back.
"I'll go take a look too, but the other statues have been tampered with."
"Alright," Wu Huan did not refuse. He immediately put away his sword, set up Baiyun, and followed the group of divine guards with Shao Siming.
However, a moment later, a remote, deserted corner of the imperial capital was filled with statues of gods.
Shao Siming's little face turned pale, he bit his lip gently and whispered: "I'll go find him!"
"Hey," Wu Wan quickly raised his hand to stop her and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, this place is not very nice."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Shao Siming sighed: "What's so good about this place, you can't even receive any divine power."
"really."
Wu Wang looked at the environment here. The divine guards were standing far away in the air, fearing that the successor to the Human Emperor from the human realm would suddenly turn against him and take action.
This place is not far from the statue of Emperor Kuang, and it is considered the inner circle of the Emperor's capital. However, because of this, this place has become the place with the most barren divine power.
The statues of Qiang gods are usually kept far away from the statues of Emperor Kuang, so as to prevent their followers from offending His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven.
Therefore, what is left here are all small gods, and they are all old gods with few believers.
Walking a hundred miles towards the statue of Emperor Kuang, you can see a prosperous city within a city, with tall buildings and many creatures, divine guards in bright armor patrolling everywhere, and a thick barrier separating the two places.
Looking for Baili in the direction of the Emperor Kuang Statue, you can see more prosperous urban areas.
And in this area, it is completely like a 'slum' in the capital of the emperor, with ten rooms and nine empty, and few living creatures.
Wu Wang, the 350-foot-tall statue of Fengchun God, stands in... an open space.
Although the Fengchun God's status is not high, Wu Wan has the blessing of the fourth auxiliary god and the protection of the 'Emperor's Appreciation'. It is impossible for the little god who arranged the statue to put Wu Wan in such a place.
It is also impossible to build only a three hundred-foot-tall statue for Wu Wu.
This clearly shows that he has been wearing small shoes.
The only one who dares to do this is the first auxiliary god of the Tiangong, Da Si Ming.
Shao Siming was still a little angry: "This matter should be explained to him clearly. You are now a god in the Heavenly Palace and you are working for living beings. How can he..."
Wu Wang said: "I heard that this statue was built by people sent by the Earth God."
"Then it must be the person he arranged to deliberately cause trouble!"
"Let's do bad things," Wu said with a smile. "When it comes, let it go. Who is that person below?"
He raised his chin towards the figure standing on the pedestal of the statue.
Shao Siming lowered his head and looked down, a little confused. The commander of the divine guards shouted quickly from a distance:
"Sir, sir, according to the rules, every heavenly god has a god general who manages followers on earth and protects the statues. That is your god... god general..."
Wu laughed and said, "Why are you so guilty?"
The tiger leader's Adam's apple trembled, and he lowered his head and did not dare to answer.
Wu Wan slowly fell down and glanced at the tall figure standing with his head bowed, the corners of his eyebrows twitching slightly.
This 'divine general' is from a human race outside the human realm.
At the same time, in the Heavenly Palace.
Da Siming sat on the golden throne, with a sense of relief in his eyes, listening to the constant reports from the two little gods beside him.
"Sir, please don't worry, the land we chose is the worst."
"There are more than twenty little gods around, and they directly surrounded his statue. Later, he secretly said hello. He still wants to see the shadow of half of his followers?"
"Sir, we specially found a powerful general for him."
"oh?"
Da Siming frowned slightly: "What kind of divine general?"
"That divine general is quite powerful. He can shoot hundreds of thousands of miles with his archery. It's a pity that someone cut off his arm during the divine battle before, leaving him with a curse that makes him unable to pull the bowstring."
Da Siming said calmly: "You have gone too far. After all, he is our fourth auxiliary god."
The two little gods quickly bowed their heads and apologized.
"Go down."
"Yes, sir, please rest."
"By the way, what is the name of the divine general?"
"Sir, you probably don't have much impression. In fact, we don't have much impression either. He was expelled by the god he originally followed."
"It seems to be called, what is it called..."
On the ground, on the pedestal of Wu Huan's statue, Wu Huan was standing in front of the man with his head lowered. The man looked up at Wu Huan, his eyes were dull, and he slowly bent down and knelt down.
"Meet the great god, I, I will be your number one god general from now on."
Wu Huan sighed in his heart, he could see that this god general was covered in bruises and his own vitality was beginning to decline.
But he still said warmly: "There is no need to call me great from now on. There is nothing great about me. Just call me the God of Fengchun. What is your name?"
In the heavenly palace, the little god slapped his head and said, "That's his name, what is it? The little god remembers that his name means good archer."
"Okay, let's go," Da Siming shook his head slightly, not taking it seriously.
On the ground, the strong man with gray hair on his temples raised his head slightly.
Looking at the palm stretched out in front of him, looking at the warmth in Wu Wan's eyes, and feeling the rhythm coming from his own bloodline, his thick lips trembled and his eyes were already red.
"My name is Yi! Dayi!
I am not worthy of being your number one general, my left hand is already useless!
You'd better find someone else... someone who can fight for you! I can't help you now!"
"cough!"
Wu Wan did the splits in one breath and almost choked himself.