Charm of a Thousand Moons

The golden mandala is the sacred flower of the Manra Empire, it represents luck and happiness, and is blessed by God (the Son of Light).

According to legend, if you get a golden mandala, you will get the power bestowed by the gods, but now this golden mandala branch that has not bloomed for thousands of years has actually bloomed.

This was supposed to be something that the whole country should laugh at, but at this moment the High Priest Beidel couldn't laugh at all.

Because what bloomed on this golden mandala branch was not a pure golden mandala, but golden petals wrapped in dark purple stamens.

Everyone knows that the dark purple mandala carries the evil and terror in the Mandala Empire, so few people in the Mandala Empire choose purple clothing.

Of course not to say that purple is guilty.

Different from Bedel's nervousness and anxiety, Qianyue God just squinted his phoenix eyes and stared at the golden purple mandala with lingering interest. It's really an interesting flower. The gold is wrapped in purple. Looking back, he seems to have seen it just now. Dazzling colors of purple.

The purple embryo floated in my mind, and I had a slight thought in my heart, it's time for this flower to really bloom, my emperor is really an interesting guy.

Bader couldn't understand the look in the emperor's eyes, but for some reason, he felt that His Majesty was in a very good mood at the moment, and he was a little puzzled, shouldn't His Majesty be nervous and angry?

Suddenly feeling that the surrounding air was somewhat oppressive, Beder's heart tightened, and sweat left on his forehead.

"Are you guessing my mind?" The deep voice was not as ruthless as before, it was soft as if it could confuse people's hearts, but it could not help trembling in Beder's ears.

"Damn this humble minister." With his legs bent, Beder knelt straight down.

The noble hand caressed the golden petals, and the man's bottomless eyes were full of interest. With a slight force on his hand, his thin lips parted: "Isn't it easy to die alone?"

In an instant, the sacred golden mandala fell from the branch, and the emperor stretched out his hand, and the golden mandala floated in front of Bedur, who was kneeling on the ground.

Bader felt that the blood in his whole body was slowly freezing, starting from his legs, starting from his heart, and getting colder all the way.

"Get up." Qian Yueshen turned his eyes away from Beder, who was already trembling all over, and turned to look out of the window to look at the half-moon, the bright moonlight revealing a gloomy atmosphere.

Bader's whole body loosened when he thought about it, but fell to the ground weakly.

It is said that Jun's heart is unpredictable, he walked from the edge of life and death just now.

"What next?" Qian Yue Shen casually leaned against the window and asked casually, playing with the branches that came in from the window.

"Return...to Your Majesty, because I was happy seeing the golden mandala, and my minister was worried, so I boldly... boldly looked at the future."

The magic learned by priests is foreknowledge—the magic of foreknowledge is rare because it is difficult to learn.

"Go on." The playful voice was still the same, but the sweat flowed more and more, and the body that had stood up trembled and fell to the ground. The rapid breathing proved how hard he was trying to maintain the shock.

"Yes,……"

After the words fell, Beder was completely weak. This was the first time he discovered that this man was not so frivolous and indulgent in everyone's eyes. This man was the real emperor of the Manro Empire.

Looking at the back of Qianyue God from a distance, his voice echoed in his mind: From today on, the Manro Empire does not need priests.

Qian Yueshen stepped out of the priest tower, his smiling eyes became deeper and deeper. My fate is in my hands, and it is only fun if I don't have a predictable fate.