The Ziwei Mountain Temple is brightly lit at night.
The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, Taotie, Qiongqi, and Taowu, the four divine beasts and the four ferocious beasts, except for Hun Dun who was not yet present, all the others were walking around the hall nervously and excitedly.
Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door of the hall, and the leader of the four ferocious beasts, Hun Dun, appeared in front of everyone, breathing slightly, but there was a burning light flashing in his eyes.
"Wuxin, how is it? Where's the master?" Qinglong hurriedly stepped forward and asked. He was usually very frugal with words, but at this moment he wanted to throw out all his questions. "I felt the movement of the Yuankong Ancient Realm, and the change in the master's aura. What happened? Is it... Is it..."
After Ji Mingyu and Xi Yue got together, she began to call "Hun Dun, Taotie, Qiongqi and Taowu" as "heartless, desireless, thoughtless and impeccable".
Ji Mingyu dotes on Xi Yue unconditionally. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with changing the names of his subordinates and confidants. He directly orders that they will use this name from now on.
Wu Xin and the others were at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but they also inexplicably felt that the name was very familiar, as if it was born to suit them.
Wu Xin heard Qing Long's question, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. When everyone was about to go crazy, he slowly said: "The Yuankong Ancient Realm has been sealed, the selection of the Divine Emperor has ended, and the first round of the Divine Trial has begun."
Everyone's eyes widened suddenly. After a long while, Bai Hu said in a trembling voice: "I feel that the blood contract with the master has become more solid. In other words, the master... the master has passed..."
Wuxin's eyes radiated a burning light, and he nodded slowly, saying, "Master is now the true successor to the Divine Emperor, and the first round of the Divine Trial has begun. As long as he can pass three rounds of trials, he will be the true Divine Emperor and the common ruler of the world!"
"Great!" Zhuque could no longer hold back and shouted, "Long live the master, long live the Divine Emperor!"
The eight people were all extremely excited.
No one knows better than them the hardships Ji Mingyu has gone through along the way.
He is cold and lonely, but that is only because the master has lived in a world of intrigue, deception, conspiracy and murder since birth, so he has isolated himself.
After finally ascending to the throne of God, he was persecuted by the jealousy of all the other Gods and narrowly escaped death several times.
The last time, the high priest Wei Zixi injected a strange and extremely cold poison into his body - the Marrow Flowing Ice Prison.
The poison of the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison is unpredictable. It can make people live in an icy hell at all times, in extreme pain, and watch their spiritual power and soul being weakened bit by bit, but they are unable to do anything.
In order to resist the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison, the master had to separate his soul to go to the fierce world to survive the tribulation, allowing the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison to be consumed bit by bit during the tribulation. But even so, such consumption was far less than the damage that the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison caused to the master's body.
In order to prevent the cold poison of the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison from affecting the people around him in each life, and also to prevent the memories from returning and causing the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison to recur again, the master can only completely abandon those memories, making himself live an increasingly lonely, cold-blooded and ruthless life.
Such pain and loneliness, such coldness and solitude day after day, are definitely not something that ordinary people can endure, but Ji Mingyu endured it without changing his expression.
But fortunately, everything is fine now. (To be continued)