The princes from all directions and the major royal families all gathered in Yiling King City today, with only one purpose, to celebrate the succession of the new generation of Emperor Yong, and there was a lively scene everywhere.
On the wide street, from time to time, a super strong man with a deep aura passes by. The ninth level of the Holy Domain stands in front of him, and he can't help but tremble. He has obviously reached the level of a great saint.
In normal times, this kind of strength can dominate the world and is almost unstoppable. But at this moment, here, no one dares to be arrogant. The new Emperor Yong has pacified the world, unified the spiritual clan, countless strong men have surrendered, and all races have come to court. Who can No one knew that in any inn or shop, there might be an ancient saint that everyone respected.
"To say that this new Emperor Yong is really a god. The previous generation Emperor Yong was injured by the Spirit Emperor and the Star Emperor colluding with the human race. He turned out to be born. Not only did he defeat the opponent's conspiracy, but he also brought the gods from heaven. All the immortal envoys were killed in one fell swoop, laying the foundation for invincibility... "
On the street, a storyteller, holding a folding fan in his hand, spoke vividly.
"Isn't that right? A month ago, during the battle in the royal city, I saw clearly that Emperor Yong was only at the level of a great sage and had no way to intervene. It was an unknown ancient sage who killed the immortal envoy!"
a passerby questioned.
It has only been a month since the war, and what many people saw with their own eyes was completely different from what the storytellers said.
The former has been promoting the achievements of Emperor Xin Yong, but in fact, everyone who saw that battle understood that the biggest contributor was not him, but an ancient sage who had never appeared before.
"Do you know who that unknown ancient saint is?" Seeing him questioning, the storyteller looked over with a smile.
"I do not know!"
Passers-by shook their heads, and everyone else around them had confused faces.
"That man never said his name, and he has never appeared since that day. Is it possible that you know who he is?"
one person asked.
Everyone looked at it.
The entire royal city is full of doubts about that mysterious master, and they all want to know where he came from.
"Of course I know!"
Seeing that everyone's appetites were whetted, the storyteller smiled, stroking his beard, and kept tapping the gong in front of him with his fingers.
"Say it quickly!"
A fat figure wearing a bamboo hat flicked his wrist, and a few Dayong coins fell into it, making a "ding!" sound.
Seeing the money, the storyteller's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put the Dayong coins into his sleeves. Then he shook the folding fan again, smiled softly, and lowered his voice: "It is said that this mysterious ancient sage is the direct descendant of His Majesty Emperor Yong." My mentor, a hermit master, His Majesty Yong Huang, it was through training under his disciples that he achieved such achievements, emerged from the sky, and pacified the world in one fell swoop! Not only that, I heard that this man also tamed the ancient sage Huoxu and made him a The pet animal even made the Ancient Sage Mo Ling surrender to it, and only then did your majesty gain the support of the two of them... "
"His Majesty Yong Huang's teacher?"
"Is this bragging? His Majesty, Emperor Yong, has been inherited by the previous generation of Emperor Yong. Could it be that his mentor was not the previous generation of Emperor Yong?"
Some people questioned.
"Of course not. The previous generation of Emperor Yong was very powerful and admired by countless people, but he was not qualified to be the teacher of the new Emperor Yong! I also heard... that the old Emperor Yong would bow to him when he saw his teacher. Call me young master!"
Storyteller.
"The old Emperor Yong calls him Young Master? The more he boasts, the more powerful he becomes! Is it possible that Emperor Yong's teacher is a god?"
The fat figure wearing a bamboo hat sneered.
"Of course they are gods. If they were not gods, how could they easily kill the immortal envoys from heaven?" The storyteller snorted coldly: "For tens of thousands of years, apart from Master Kong of the human race and the ruthless seniors of our race, who have you heard of? , has this kind of power?”
Everyone was speechless.
Just by listening to their names, you can tell that they are the symbol of invincibility. They can be killed by their own power. For tens of thousands of years, there have only been two legendary ones.
Now the ancient saint appears suddenly and kills him easily. It is unbelievable to say that he is not a god.
"Your Majesty, Emperor Yong, is the direct descendant of the gods. Only in this way can he inherit the great authority, receive orders from heaven, and let all races come to congratulate him. This is a blessing for our spiritual clan, and it is also something we can be proud of!"
The storyteller became more and more excited as he spoke.
"Yes, it is an honor for me to be the same generation as Emperor Yong!"
"We, the Spirit Race, will become stronger and stronger in the future..."
"God help our people..."
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Everyone was full of excitement.
"Hmph! What kind of god? I think it's just to confuse people's minds, deliberately creating some kind of divine right to fool..."
The fat man wearing a cloak curled his lips and was about to continue talking when he felt something tight behind him and someone pulled him.
He frowned and turned around to see a tall and thin woman wearing a raincoat: "Go back!"
"I came out to inquire about information, not really looking for food..."
After being stunned for a moment, the fat man stuffed a meatball into his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the coldness in the woman's voice: "Senior sister asked me to call you back. If you don't listen, you can continue to stay here!"
“…”
Shuddering, the fat man seemed to change his face immediately: "Haha, what are you talking about? How dare I disobey Senior Sister's orders? Let's go quickly. Don't keep Senior Sister waiting..."
Too lazy to talk nonsense, the woman led the way. The two of them turned a few corners and came to a small courtyard, pushed the door open and walked in.
After a while, he came to a sealed room, the surroundings were sealed with special means, and no sound or even spiritual consciousness could be transmitted.
There were several people sitting in the room, and they looked like they were not from the foreign spirit race, but from the human race.
"Haha, I went out to get some news..."
Seeing the woman in the middle with furrowed eyebrows and a look of sternness in her eyes, the fat man scratched his head in embarrassment.
"What news have you heard? You might as well tell me..."
The young man on one side smiled slightly. Behind him was a long gun, leaning against the wall. The gun's light was faint and cold.
"This... the newly appointed Emperor Yong is indeed a talent. Not only did he bring peace to the world, but he also came up with a gimmick of divine power and divine right, which storytellers spread everywhere. Now almost everyone in the royal city, and even the entire Foreign Spirit Clan, thinks he is Everyone admires the sons of destiny sent by the gods to save the people!"
After thinking about it, the fat man said.
"I've also heard about this. The new Emperor Yong is a talented person. He belongs to the lineage of foreign spirits. Under his leadership, he will definitely be more brilliant. I'm afraid the human race will be in crisis!"
The young man's eyebrows also wrinkled, and he turned to look at the woman in the middle: "Senior sister, what should we do now?"
"The new Emperor Yong has just succeeded to the throne. If he wants to win over everyone, he naturally needs all kinds of publicity. It is normal to create such momentum!"
The woman in the middle tapped her fingers on the table, her eyebrows furrowed, and after a moment she said, "However, Zheng Yang is right. If we let it continue, the Spirit Race will be completely unified, and the Human Race will indeed be in danger, so... we have to strike first! Take advantage of the chaos during his succession ceremony and assassinate him!"