Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 692 Heavenly Dao Manifestation
Far away in another small world, the face of Donglin Wang was hot, and he was almost depressed and mad because of his faith connection. He didn't make people of high and low castes. When he went, this system had already existed!He didn't do anything to low caste people either!Why bother him!
In the early years, he did consider whether to accept high caste people or low caste people as believers, and finally chose high caste people.

Because low caste people don't have too many things, and wishes are too difficult to realize, and he is just a supernatural power king, unable to dedicate enough energy and time to deal with them.

People of high caste are different. They enslave a large number of people of low caste to farm for them. They spend most of their time in idleness every day. As long as they show their power and do small things for them, faith will flow in. There is no need to constantly To fulfill their wishes and maintain their faith.

As a result, the lower caste came to overthrow the higher caste, and he was regarded as the culprit!

Once his faith is lost, the fortune he has accumulated in Xiaoshengjie will collapse, and it will be difficult to regain it.

The king of Donglin urged the secret technique of faith to transform dreams into the servants of the gods.

A golden statue melted in the putrid liquid, high-caste people wept softly, and low-caste people celebrated with gunfire.

Suddenly, a person saw the bloodstain on the wrist of the statue bearer sharply, and shouted, "The gods have not given up on us, he is cursed!"

The young statue-bearer became the focus for a moment. The young man looked at the high-caste man who became enthusiastic, looked at the worried eyes of his companions, and had tears in his eyes, "I don't want to sell my labor to the high-caste people, and become a low-caste to make ends meet. Slave, I don't want to dedicate my heart to the so-called gods, lose my own claims, and overthrow the two mountains of caste system and gods, so that we can become our own masters and become dignified people!"

"I will use my heroic soul to guard my companions and my career, and I will use my heroic soul to kill gods!" With fear in his heart, but extremely firm, he drew out the dagger from his waist and pierced it deeply into his heart. , "I will show my will with my blood!"

The hoarse roar floated over the temple, and the magnificent temple seemed to be dimmed. The high-caste people fell into a momentary aphasia, and were shocked by his madness. He stared blankly at the blood-stained chest.

People who wanted to get rid of low-caste discrimination caught the body of the young man, endured their grief, and shouted together, "For eternal freedom, we will fight to the death!"

Zhan Changfeng watched this scene quietly, while Wu Feiyu. Shuoyu. Zuo Zhuzhi looked at her worriedly.

Such an anti-belief situation is not a small psychological blow to a new prince.

In fact, Zhan Changfeng has no fluctuations. A regime overthrows a regime, and a dynasty replaces a dynasty. Servants must rebel against their masters, mortals must rebel against life, old age, sickness and death, and monks must rebel against their fate. These princes and emperors, some of them hope to be loved by the fate of heaven and earth, Some simply want to replace God's will, which one is not opposing and which one is not fighting.

Zhan Changfeng noticed their gazes, and instead explained, "Going against the sky, it's the self who doesn't know what the 'Dao' is against, and what's fighting for is a glimmer of life on the road."

"Following the sky, following the original heart and the myriad ways of the heavens, seeking a trace of 'possibility' that is pursued throughout life, this 'possibility' is longevity and long-term vision, 'possibility' is to find the true self, and 'possibility' is to discover One's own way, 'possibility' is to establish an immortal path, if 1 people seek it, there will be [-] 'possibilities'."

"When I become a vassal, it is my duty to stabilize the world, and it is my selfish desire to explore the mysteries of the world. In a stable world, not everyone needs to know that I am their lord. Even, I think that if my name is not obvious, they will naturally evolve. , is the best governance.”

"Intentional perfection is not as good as witty imperfection." Of course, the premise is that this world belongs to her, and she has the ability to guide changes before things get out of hand.

"Belief in this kind of thing is icing on the cake, and if there is nothing, let nature take its course." Zhan Changfeng said to them, "I hope you will accompany me on this road, not out of friendship or other reasons, I hope your choice, I am worthy of your 'Tao', and I hope that it will help your 'Tao'."

"If one day, you find that today's choice is not suitable for you, it is wrong, even if you leave, I will not keep it,"

Shuo Prison's eyes were slightly wet, and every time he heard her talk, it was so appropriate and straight to his heart, what else could he ask for, to be guided by her on this long journey is the best choice.

Wu Feiyu was also deeply touched, or rather, her longing for that world, how wonderful it is to seek the Tao freely and be a human being freely.

"Oh, you really are" she sighed quietly, and a choked sob beside her washed away her lingering sound.

Zuo Zhuzhi cried so much that he couldn't help himself, and said to the three people who looked over, "Don't look at me, I don't want to cry either, I just cried."

"I don't know what happened, but I started crying all of a sudden." He raised his head and wanted to force the hot tears back to his eyes, but he couldn't force them back, as if he must shed them all to be happy.

Really for no reason.

The indescribable emotion from nowhere invaded his heart inexplicably, making him so sad that he couldn't extricate himself, but when he repeatedly recalled Zhan Changfeng's words, he saw a glimmer of hope for relief, and the tears could not stop .

He ran wildly for thousands of miles, crying loudly while running, his voice resounding all the way.
Shuo Prison said in surprise and emotion, "I feel ashamed that he has touched the Dao so deeply."

"It seems that he has a lot of experience." Wu Feiyu's expression lost a bit of coolness and added a bit of emotion.

And Zhan Changfeng thought in a jumpy way, it's time to look for a treasure that is similar to the mirror of the previous life, and finally cultivated a god of the spiritual mirror, but when he got the spiritual mirror, the true spirit awakened, it turned out to be a reincarnation of great power, If you want to go back to your sect now, or if you were an evil cultivator in your previous life, then it's no fun.

It would be even worse if someone had awakened the true spirit before Lingjian and joined the day clan with ulterior motives.

Zhan Changfeng subconsciously diverted his thinking, and when he came back to his senses, the time in front of him seemed to have stopped, all the lights and shadows were eclipsed, and the world was gray.

In front of her eyes, there was an old woman with a hunchback and a pole. The old woman was very short, wearing a gray and white cloak, looking up at her.

Those eyes were blind, but Zhan Changfeng seemed to see countless possibilities in them, and felt a little familiar, "You are."

"I am the incarnation of heaven in this world, help me stop him, and I will give you what you want."

The voice fell, and the world came alive again.

Gray and white cloak?

Does God's Will belong to those "low castes"?
Zhan Changfeng's thoughts cleared up, this Fang Tiandao is really going to end the Dharma-ending Era and enter the next era.

But who is that him?

Zhan Changfeng felt a wave of power, looked into the temple, and saw the servant's expression gradually became firm, rushed into the temple, reached into the round cauldron filled with incense candles, stirred a while, and took out a A cloth sac woven with gold thread, raised his head and poured something from the sack into his mouth.

Ah!
He roared and flew into the air, turning into a mighty yellow-armored general, wearing a war robe, with thousands of golden lights agitating thousands of miles, shining divine power, shining on the sky and reflecting the earth.

"Who dares to touch my golden statue!"

The high-caste people were astonished and ecstatic, shouting that the gods had appeared.

The lower castes are at a loss and panic, is it the end after all?
Zhan Changfeng became serious, it was him.

When he appeared at this time, he must fight for the faith. Once she intervenes, she will block the way of others, and the bad guys are Daoji. There is no need for other reasons. The King of Donglin and the Dynasty of Donglin will definitely fight her. The day clan, you will die.

To block or not to block.

(End of this chapter)