Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

"Is the Emperor of Heaven dead like this?"

Feng Zhijia was in a trance.

He used to be a teahouse boy, an ordinary guy who served tea and water. Unexpectedly, a big change hit his waist when he was seventeen years old.

He was carried along by the torrent of the times, practiced martial arts, practiced immortality, and finally became an immortal, attained immortality, and then faced the ultimate mission of his life - to kill the Emperor of Heaven!

His life was so magnificent, and reaching this final step was so dazzling.

But there are also a lot of bones behind him, and his uncle also died on this road.

If he could do it over again, he would rather be a waiter in a teahouse.

When distracting thoughts flooded into his mind like a flood breaking a bank, a call rang in his ears.

"Emperor of Heaven, it's time for you to ascend the throne."

Feng Zhijia didn't go to see the source of the sound, because his consciousness had been spreading all over the sky, understanding everything.

But he was still sighing in his heart: "Emperor of Heaven? Am I becoming the Emperor of Heaven?"

It's still hard for him to believe this result.

I never thought that I would become the so-called Emperor of Heaven.

"Is the one who kills the Emperor of Heaven the Emperor of Heaven?" Feng Zhijia stood in front of the Nine-Nine Supreme Throne with floating jade steps, and he stopped.

"Please also invite the Emperor of Heaven to ascend the throne!"

Behind him is a crowd of figures and a circle of horrific scenes of destruction.

The capital of the Emperor of Heaven has been shattered by the Heavenly Lords who followed Feng Zhijia, as well as many of Feng Zhijia's fellow travelers, and the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Realm were also destroyed by the war.

Most of the immortals who protected the Emperor of Heaven have also fallen, with only a few remaining hiding in the cave between the fetal membranes of heaven and earth in the immortal world.

The glorious and prosperous fairy world has become a thing of the past, and now there are only ruins and countless crushed rubble scattered everywhere.

And the voice of "Please ask the Emperor of Heaven to ascend the throne!" became stronger and stronger, reaching Feng Zhijia from 30 million miles away.

In a daze, Feng Zhijia saw his former comrades-in-arms, those reincarnations of the Heavenly Emperor's scattered thoughts scattered across the heavens. They were killed by the Heavenly Emperor and his subordinates, the Immortal Lords and Immortal Officials, and then gave their power to their colleagues without reservation. Finally, they all converged on Feng Zhijia.

It is precisely because of this that Feng Zhijia was able to defeat and kill the Emperor of Heaven who held the supreme authority in the immortal world.

Now he is the center of attention, but what about his fellow travelers?

Where is his uncle? Those friends? What about those who helped him? There was also Shaoxia Wang Ping'an who was both a teacher and a friend. They were all dead.

Because they are the reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven, there is no possibility of returning.

And they are one body, and together they are the Emperor of Heaven. When they gave all their power to Feng Zhijia, they also abandoned the possibility of their own reincarnation.

"Yes, I am the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven is me."

Feng Zhijia suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart.

The steps that had stopped started moving forward again, one step after another...

Gradually he climbed up to the high platform and stood in front of him, and the roaring and roaring voices of his recommendation gradually subsided, but all the fanatical eyes were focused on him.

"Fighting in the heavens for three hundred years, I have achieved the Nine-Nine Supreme Realm." Feng Zhijia sighed heavily.

He slowly landed on the throne, sat cross-legged, and then waited for the roar of the mountains and the tsunami of all living beings around the world.

"I pay my respects to the Emperor of Heaven!" The sound was like thunder, from the border of the fairyland to the center of the fairyland, all the creatures shouted in unison, as if the whole fairyland was shaken.

In fact, the entire fairy world is indeed in turmoil, the spiritual energy is restless with the hustle and bustle, and the avenue is also "crying" happily. Everything seems to be welcoming him to this place.

Even those in the sea of ​​hearts and heavens separated by an unknown distance can hear the fairy world cheering for the enthronement of their new master.

Among the Nine Netherworlds, the seven cities each have their own masters, but they are somehow connected vertically and horizontally. Countless wandering souls wander in the Nine Netherworlds, and finally gather in the Seven Cities.

And the seven cities have a clear division of labor. One city gathers the human race, one city gathers the heavenly people, one city gathers the demon tribe, and one city gathers the barbarian tribe...

After the death of the physical body of the creatures in all worlds, if they are lucky enough to be reborn as ghosts, these souls will be attracted here by the pulling force radiated by Jiuyou in the underworld, and then become wandering souls here.

So at first, the seven cities still abide by the rules of collecting the souls of each race under their jurisdiction. However, later on, more and more types of creatures were introduced in the worlds, and more and more souls were drawn to the Nine Netherworlds. Therefore, the seven cities no longer only accepted the souls of one race. , the souls of other races were also brought in.

In this way, despite the passage of time, the seven cities are gradually merging. It is not that the seven cities are becoming one, but that the will of the seven cities is blending and the various dharmas are supplementing.

Now, at this critical moment in the world, six of the seven Lords of the Cities gathered together to watch the scene in the fairy world.

Why are there only six of them? It’s just because the Lord of Human City, Immortal Lord Wu Zang, went to protect the Heavenly Emperor, so they couldn’t gather together this time.

"The Emperor of Heaven has been beaten to pieces." The former Seven-Emotion Heavenly Lord, now the Seven-Emotion Hell Lord, breathed a sigh of relief, as if this breath had been stuck in his heart for many years.

But it was indeed true. He had had this feeling stuck in his chest since he was still in the immortal world. He always thought that he was being demoted when he came to Jiuyou, so he always had resentment towards the Emperor of Heaven in his heart.

As for the Immortal, he neither dares nor has any resentment, because he knows exactly who is the Immortal's biological son in this world. He is their heavenly being, especially the first-generation heavenly beings like him, who were created by the Immortal himself.

In fact, he understands one thing better, that is, the immortal world was actually opened up by the immortal.

Therefore, he would not complain to whomever the Immortal Lao passed on to the Immortal Realm, but he would still be dissatisfied in his heart.

Why is it this guy?

Now that he saw Tiandi Yang being beaten to ashes, he naturally felt relieved.

However, he was well-informed and knew the foreshadowing of this incident.

That was to free Tiandi Yang from the curse of the Heavenly Demon Marshal.

This matter was of utmost importance.

But he did not intervene and was not prepared to take this opportunity to assassinate Tiandi Yang.

Because he only felt that Tiandi Yang's era was coming to an end.

Just like the era of the old immortal.

It's just that the end of the old immortal's era was the old immortal's doing it, otherwise, with the old immortal's cultivation back then, who could go against his will.

But now Tiandi Yang's era was not ended by him, but was forced to end, and it was the general trend.

He just had to wait for Tiandi Yang to get himself into trouble, without any more work or intervention.

As expected, in the fairy world, the kid who had ascended the throne of the emperor slowly took over the last legacy left to him by Tiandi Yang - the authority of the heavenly way in the fairy world.

"The good show is coming." Everyone is staring at the fairy world.

Next, it depends on whether the second generation of the Heavenly Emperor will come or the Heavenly Emperor Yang will be resurrected.

Under the attention of the crowd, Feng Zhijia slowly took his seat, and then endless light gradually gathered around his head, and its colors were colorful, like a brocade robe, slowly draped over his body.

A mysterious power also fell into his true spirit, forming a light purple mark.

"Heavenly Heart Mark." Feng Zhijia only took a glance to understand the origin of this mark.

This is the manifestation of the power of the Heavenly Dao in the fairy world.

It's just that the old immortal left behind a token, which was later refined into a Heavenly Heart Mark by the Heavenly Emperor Yang.

It can only be said that a new emperor has his own ministers, and the power of the Heavenly Dao in the fairy world is also the same.

The changes at this moment are gradually intensifying. With Feng Zhijia's thoughts, the Heavenly Heart Mark slowly changes, turning into a jade Ruyi, and finally falls into his hands.

From now on, he is...

"I am the Emperor of Heaven."

"I am Yang."

Suddenly, Feng Zhijia's face was solemn, and he slowly said this name.

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Zhijia's face changed immediately, from solemn to terrified.

"You are not dead?" Feng Zhijia was in doubt, and his thoughts spread all over the Central Emperor Heaven, trying to find the clues left by Emperor Yang.

"No need to struggle, I am you, you are me, we are all one."

The jade Ruyi in his hand was gradually deforming, just like a ball of yellow mud, allowing people to rub and manipulate it, and finally it was molded into a square seal.

Feng Zhijia's heart, which he thought was firm, was slowly loosening at this moment. He seemed to be accepting something, or accepting a fact that was already established.

Emperor Yang of Heaven is him, he is Emperor Yang of Heaven.

When did this fact become imprinted in his heart?

Probably... in that teahouse.

It was his companions.

They said that they were the troubles that Emperor Yang of Heaven cut off, so they were actually part of Emperor Yang of Heaven.

But are they?

Not sure.

But Feng Zhijia's heart suddenly became extremely firm at this moment.

"I am me." Feng Zhijia said this sentence with great certainty.

But when he was so sure and his heart was extremely firm, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a person he immediately felt that he had a close relationship with him when he saw him, unlike his relationship with Emperor Yang, but he felt as if this was an old friend of his.

An old friend he had never met.

"It turned out to be you." Feng Zhijia sighed in his heart.

At this moment, he had already touched the power of the Heavenly Dao, and his wisdom was unprecedentedly high, so he deduced the identity of this person the next moment.

The Lord of the Human City of the Seven Cities of Jiuyou, the Five Zang Immortal Lord, was the guide for this group of rebellious people who fought against the sky. It was he who gave them the fortune along the way, allowing them to refine the immortal method in such a harsh environment in the human world, break through many shackles, and finally reach the immortal world.

And he understood one thing more clearly, that is, the Five Zang Immortal Lord and Tiandi Yang had an old relationship, and they were very close. He helped them just to let Tiandi Yang infer that he could get rid of the decline of life and the bad luck in old age.

The Five Zang Immortal Lord slapped his palm and printed it on Feng Zhijia's chest.

Huh!

It was as if a gust of wind blew on his face.

But the reality was that there was no wind in the fairy world.

Everything seemed to be just Feng Zhijia's illusion.

But as the slap fell, Feng Zhijia gradually felt that his dominant position was slowly weakening.

"Why?" Feng Zhijia asked these three words to the Five Zang Immortal Lord when the last bit of consciousness was submerged.

The Five Zang Immortal Lord was also helpless. He slowly withdrew his palm, and then stood aside with an expressionless face, waiting for Tiandi Yang to return completely.

But he waited and waited, but Tiandi Yang did not give him a response.

"Yang?"

After waiting for an hour, the Five Zang Immortal Lord finally asked.

"Hehe."

After hearing this, the Five Internal Organs Immortal Lord's face immediately changed.

The other Immortal Lords and Heaven Lords who were paying close attention to this matter also changed color.

"Demon Marshal?"