Theism

The God Realm doesn't have all kinds of changes in solar terms, but there are always some days when the sun is shining and the rainbow is thousands of miles away.

Just like a fairyland, most of the gods from all walks of life live scattered and live together, each enclosing the land and setting up their own palaces.

However, today was uncharacteristically, the God Realm was deserted and clear, but now there were some chattering discussions in secret.

On the way to Lunyutai, there are many gods driving in a hurry. They should have arrived earlier, but unexpectedly, they stumbled and stumbled all the way, and hurried to get there.

As soon as Zhizhu got out of his sedan chair, he rushed to Lunyutai in a panic. He shouldn't have gone to the sedan chair for the sake of comfort, and he almost missed it.

"Hey, Zhizhu is here." Seeing Zhizhu rushing over in a hurry, Siran swayed his fan twice with a smile and covered his face with a smile.

"Oh, don't talk about it." Zhizhu didn't care much about his jokes, and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, "I almost missed it."

Zhizhu panted heavily, his dark green sleeves were soaked with sweat, leaving mottled spots, making the original color appear deeper.

Si Ran opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, when she heard someone else's voice suddenly fell silent, and she looked again, it turned out that it was Mu Zhao, the Immortal Venerable from the South Pole.

However, he only dared to glance at it, and then quickly withdrew his gaze.

Mu Zhao got out of her luxurious sedan chair with a very serious expression, but she was usually like this, and it didn't change much.

Mu Zhao got out of the sedan chair, looked straight at the crowd, and walked straight towards the crowd. The people who were originally crowded suddenly gave way to a passage.

She walked to the center very smoothly, and the people on both sides all lowered their heads and restrained their expressions, and they didn't dare to breathe.

In the center of Lunyu Terrace, there are already eleven people with different postures, all standing in their own positions.

Mu Zhao walked towards the highest position, and finally stood beside the first one.

"It's really early for the Antarctic Immortal to come." A man in red next to him joked with a smile.

He has a handsome appearance and a flamboyant expression. He is dressed in red and gold, and looks warm and luxurious. He looks at Mu Zhao with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seems to be a smile, but his posture is very casual.

When Mu Zhao heard what he said, he glanced at him slightly. Seeing the same appearance, he retracted his eyes again and looked straight ahead.

Her movements were obvious. Seeing her ignoring him so much, the man was a little anxious. He was about to speak again, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the eyes of the man at the top, with his mouth half-opened, saying no, no saying no.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Yue Nian snorted coldly and let go.

Mu Zhao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, covering her silver pupils. She wore a white silk dress, and with that white headgear, it looked like she was going to a funeral.

Looking at the person at the front again, Emperor Dongcheng and Tianzun Weiyun, they also looked similar.

Emperor Dongsheng is his name, and Tianzun is his identity. After all, he is concurrently serving, and they were separated in the past, but now the talents are withered, and there are fewer people who are worthy of the thirteen main gods.

Lunyu Terrace is a platform with twelve sides, above which there are also twelve arc-shaped arches.

In the center of Lunyu Terrace is a blue phantom layer, which has a feeling of rippling blue waves, but this is just a layer of phantom, and from here, it is the lower realm.

Now all beings gather together, all waiting for one person to return.

It's like a fairyland. Over the years, there is only one who can make all the gods of the heavens gather and wait, but it's not all because of him.

"Here we come." Unknown who made the sound, suddenly there was an uproar in the illusion layer of Lunyu Terrace, the blue waves were turbulent, and the wind was strong.

The phantom layer, which was originally calm and peaceful, suddenly became terrifying. A vortex appeared in the center of the phantom layer, like a water vortex. If you stare at it for a long time, you will feel as if you are about to be sucked in.

There was also a strong wind all around, and all the people present were troubled by the wind and their hair. The spells couldn't stop the wind, blowing their robes and hair, and all the gods were in a panic for a while.

The wind picked up Mu Zhao's hair, and blew away her bun. Half of her hair fell loose behind her back, but the hair accessory was still firmly on her head. She narrowed her eyes slightly. , raised his head and stared at the phantom layer without saying a word, looking as if he wanted to be bewitched.

Her eyes were too light, and the phantom blue was clearly presented in her pupils.

Most of the gods present were in the same situation, the more mana they went in, the stronger the wind they could resist, but even so, some gods on the outside were blown up and down.

For example, Zhizhu.

"Hey, Siran, help me." Zhizhu stretched his hand towards Siran while fighting against the wind, hoping to grab his sleeve.

Although Siran was not much better, but at least he was more reliable than Zhizhu. Seeing that he was messed up by the wind, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to him. Grabbed his wrist.

"Oh, thank you." With Siran's help, Zhizhu was better than before. He thanked him with a smile and grabbed his sleeves to wipe his sweat. It was really not easy.

Zhizhu thought, and finally stood up straight and raised his head, only to find that the main gods in front of him were all very firm, except for their robes being lifted by the wind, they were basically as immobile as a mountain. It's just different.

Zhizhu suddenly wanted to continue to sigh, and there was another movement in front of him.

The wind in Lunyu Terrace subsided, and the originally blue phantom layer turned into a solid jade plate, and the twelve semi-arcs on the top began to change.

The arcs that had stayed there safely began to vibrate after the wind stopped, separated from their original places, and then mixed together, they emitted dazzling light, and there was the sound of metal collisions.

The light was a bit dazzling, so Zhizhu had to close his eyes, and then covered them with his sleeves. After a while, the sound stopped, and Zhizhu dared to remove his sleeves, opened one eye slightly, and the light went out.

The original twelve circular arcs have now all merged into a semicircular arch, and then the positions of the twelve main gods have also changed, from the previous circle around, to the current two sides lined up, quite a bit A welcoming gesture.

Someone came out, and there was a burst of dazzling light from the arch, making people have to close their eyes to deal with it. After a while, when the light disappeared again, Zhizhu opened his eyes.

I have to say that if this thing happens a few more times, Zhizhu will wonder if he will be blind.

When he concentrated again, he saw a person appearing there.

At the first glance, Zhizhu knew that he was a god, a real god.

He was bathed in light, and his whole body looked very hazy and mysterious, which made people feel extremely curious.