Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Sometime before the end of Generation I, something interesting happened.

In the battle of "The End of Rebellion", Xiao Wushen saw with his own eyes that Bodhizi died in the hands of Yunmeng Wuhen, and finally his body disappeared and disappeared into mist and rain.

In the subsequent pursuit, the little Martial God and thousands of martyrs were repelled by the remaining first-generation monks in the Western Realm with rare objects.

The gate of Heaven was thus closed. For a whole year, the little Martial God and thousands of martyrs were in a chaotic and dark space of consciousness, accepting in deathly silence the second resurrection ceremony held by Heaven for them.

Unfortunately, before they could be fully resurrected, the first generation was also destroyed by the ravages of infinite calamity.

They never had the chance to see the land they once lived in. They saw nothingness in front of them.

Thousands of martyrs driven by Heaven, after being drained of their value, were abandoned by Heaven to the 'Original Holy Land', which is the secret realm of Heaven where the first generation rode.

As a kind of burial object, the martyrs performed their duties.

High-level martyrs have a certain degree of autonomy and do not allow their souls to be completely controlled by heaven. Most of them sleep in the depths of the ancestral abyss, and a small number live in harmony with others in the three holy places of the ancestral abyss.

There are also some special beings among them. They have one thing in common. They are more or less older than other martyrs. They are either the first people to become slaves of heaven, or they are burdened with huge secrets.

These people are recognized by Heaven and given the greatest degree of soul autonomy. Although their consciousness is still hazy, they are already extremely advantageous compared to most of the martyrs in the ancestral realm.

They are called guardians, and they are distributed in the Cliff Tower. There is one guardian on the first floor, and there are eight in total. Xiao Wushen and Yunmeng Wuhen are one of them, stationed on the second and fourth floors of the Cliff Tower respectively.

Low-level martyrs are like walking corpses, wandering aimlessly in a specific area within the three holy places of Zuyuan based on their own Taoism.

The martyr Master Wuchao met at the beginning fell into this category.

Demons come from the Taoist nature and are called demons.

The devil crosses the path and is called the devil.

God hides the nature of the Tao, which is called Shinto.

The many differences between the three can be clearly seen from their titles.

Xiao Wushen belongs to Shinto, the five elements activate gold, and the edge is hidden in the heart.

After being thrown into this dark ancestral abyss, this cemetery that had been neglected for millions of years, he lived in a state of confusion.

With the mysterious power that is different from other martyrs, he has been able to stop in the three holy places, so he has a certain degree of understanding of the three realms of demons, demons and gods.

But the only thing he didn't understand was what was the mutation that shocked the heavens on the eve of the destruction of the first generation.

Thousands of martyrs were abandoned to the ancestral abyss before the official arrival of the supreme calamity, and became funerary objects in the so-called Heavenly Cemetery.

If anyone among the ten demons and gods really escaped this catastrophe and appeared in the second generation, then the little Martial God would definitely ask at all costs what the source of that change was and what happened at the last moment. .

The questions that needed to be answered were entangled in his heart along with the thoughts that were constantly being cut and confused.

The trembling of the cliff tower became more and more violent, and the loud roar coming from the outside was also mixed with a somewhat chaotic roar.

Xiao Wushen felt something familiar, but couldn't remember what it was for a while.

The Dao Realm clone has taken back the original Dao power into the body, and the scene of the Nine Palaces Desert that appeared in the light curtain has also disappeared.

The reason why he did this was because the light curtain had no effect.

Looking up, the dark clouds and gases gathered in the sky turned into misty rain, slowly falling down.

The dome of the sky reached the end of the horizon, and a brilliant and blurry rainbow appeared.

A scene like an illusion appeared, it was a mirage.

Everything outside the cliff tower was displayed in front of the Dao realm clone and the little Martial God due to the chaos of time and space dimensions.

The forest is dense and overgrown with weeds.

The door of the cliff tower was closed tightly, and there were about three hundred Shintoists standing around with expressionless faces.

A figure shrouded in a two-color divine light looked at him from a distance.

The reason why the cliff tower shook was also due to the powerful pressure exuded by the figure, which turned into an invisible terrifying force and continuously attacked the cliff tower.

Is there a Shinto who can't control the restlessness of his consciousness? The command of heaven overwhelms the threat of death and drives his body forward, trying to knock the figure down from the sky.

That's the pressure of a half-step saint!

There is no doubt that anyone who has any thoughts of attacking that figure will die quietly.

Even before they could get close to the figure, the physical body collapsed and the soul was extinguished, turning into dots of heavenly power, rising upwards, and finally blending into the gray sky of Zuyuan.

Most Shintoists can still control their consciousness, so they choose to wait, choose to watch, and choose to continue the stalemate with the figure.

They understand that from ancient times to the present, no one can forcibly defeat the defense of the Cliff Tower from the outside, not even a saint!

But the figure wrapped in a two-color divine light quickly broke their cognition.

After the figure carried out wave after wave of attacks and found that the effect was minimal, he changed his strategy, condensed the divine power in his body, and suddenly raised his hand, but a ball of nine-color flames condensed in the palm of his hand.

As soon as the Shintoists saw the nine-color flame appear, they all looked horrified and began to whisper to each other in hoarse voices.

Because it was just a projection of the picture, Xiao Wushen could not hear their voices. What reached his ears was only the continuous loud noise, accompanied by the vibration of the cliff and the rhythmic knocking.

If you listen carefully, it is not difficult to find that the tremors are actually not chaotic, but give people the feeling that the guests are knocking on the door very politely.

Although the little Martial God couldn't feel the pressure, he felt a little bit of it in the frightened and fearful eyes of the Shintoists.

He turned to look at the Dao realm clone and asked:

"Is that the Patriarch Bodhi you are talking about?"

The Dao realm clone nodded, then shook his head.

Xiao Wushen frowned, confused.

"Based on his current state, we cannot simply regard him as Bodhi Patriarch." The Taoist clone sighed, pointed at the figure wrapped in the two-color divine light in the mirage, and said lightly:

"If you ask me if he is called Patriarch Bodhi, I can tell you clearly that he is. But if you ask me if he is Patriarch Bodhi, then I have to solemnly tell you that he is not. He is like it's me."