Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

In the Eastern Continent, Wang Hun and the Hades General Death Eyes are preparing to fight against the Western Gods. Wang Hun's goal is to go straight to the ancient god Xingtian from 100,000 years ago. A few years ago, he found the fragments of the God of War's Blade and rescued the suffering Xingtian clan. He found the head of Xingtian clan that had been lost for 90,000 years from the forbidden land of Xingtian clan, dispelled the power of nothingness in it, helped Xingtian regain his life, and also let Xingtian clan get rid of the slavery of shadow and regain freedom.

When Wang Hun arrived at the Xingtian tribe, it was the time of the tribe's bonfire night festival. The Xingtian tribe members, all red in color, sat around the burning giant tree, waving iron knives and animal bones, singing and dancing, and the animal meat on the grill sizzled with oil. The tribe leader saw Wang Hun from afar, and immediately pushed through the crowd to greet him, kneeling on one knee and clasping his fists, saying: "My benefactor, please take a seat!"

Wang Hun smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be polite."

He sat down on a stone bench next to the campfire, and the tribe leader personally cut a large piece of barbecue and put it on a stone plate and handed it to him. The Xingtian tribe members who were singing and dancing around saw the benefactor coming, and they all bowed in silence and sat around the campfire.

"I wonder why you've come here this time, benefactor?" The clan leader squatted down and poked the charcoal fire with a bone knife. The sparks made the soul fire in his eyes flicker.

Wang Hun took the barbecue and said bluntly: "I would like to ask Senior Xing Tian to come out and discuss. We have a new enemy."

The clan leader was shocked when he heard this: "The ancestor just fell into a deep sleep recently, but he will wake up in three days. If you trust me, you can explain the reason to me first, and I will pass it on to him as soon as he wakes up."

Wang Hun hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

He told everyone about the invasion of the Western gods, the ambitions of Odin and Zeus, and their attempts to conquer the human race, the gods, the underworld, and even the Xingtian tribe. The firelight made his face solemn, and the Xingtian tribe members were stunned and their knuckles cracked.

"How could there be such a lunatic!" The clan leader slammed the stone table hard, causing the grease on the barbecue grill to splash. "After being massacred by Black Dragon Sky, my Xingtian clan has been in seclusion for ten thousand years. Now, someone wants to step on our heads to establish his authority?"

Wang Hun nodded: "Their target is the entire Eastern world. No matter how strong or weak the tribe is, they will all be enslaved."

The chieftain stood up, the iron axe on his waist gleaming coldly in the firelight: "Don't worry, benefactor! If you hadn't found our ancestor's head, our tribe would still be trapped in the shadows of darkness. The Xingtian tribe will remember this favor! When our ancestor wakes up, I will report it truthfully. If he is willing to help, we will have a better chance of winning this battle. Even if he needs to stay in the tribe, we are willing to lead all the warriors of the tribe to follow you, benefactor, and never be slaves to be slaughtered again!"

"We will never be slaves again!" The Xingtian people raised their arms and shouted, hitting the bronze shields made of animal bones with iron axes, making a thunderous roar, "Let the oppressors pay the price!"

Wang Hun stood up and clasped his fists to thank everyone, then swallowed the barbecue in his hand and said, "Thank you, clan leader and brothers. Without further ado, I will take my leave and wait for Senior Xing Tian's reply."

The clan leader led the entire clan to send him off with great ceremony: "Farewell, benefactor! We have fulfilled our mission!"

The firelight stretched Wang Hun's figure very long. When he turned around, he heard the low war song of the Xingtian people coming from behind him. Every note was like a sharp arrow chiseling into the rock, revealing the unyielding bloodiness of thousands of years.

On the other side, the eyes of death walked on the moon and flew towards the Guanghan Palace that was suspended in the clouds. In the past, the ancient gods imprisoned Dayi's wife Chang'e here to threaten Dayi, and this palace became a cold symbol of the gods' power.

Now that the gods have been defeated, the seal of the ends of the earth has long been shattered. Dayi has gone through fierce battles in the Guixu world, beheaded Feng Xi, killed Zao Chi, pretended to deal with Divine Eye but secretly helped Wang Hun to refine Xuan He. After Wang Hun defeated the rebellion of Divine Eye, he finally retired here with Chang'e, turning this forbidden land that was once stained with blood and tears into a paradise on earth.

When Guanghan Palace came into view, Death Eyes couldn't help but hold his breath. The entire palace was made of moon-white glazed tiles and white marble. It was dozens of feet high, with ten layers of flying eaves. It glowed with a warm luster under the moonlight, as if it was carved from solidified moonlight.

Outside the palace walls, there were exotic flowers and plants brought back from Guixu: there was the Noctilucent Ganoderma with a stem like coral, each petal of which was glowing with stars; there was also the Forget-Me-Not orchid with leaves shaped like butterfly wings, which swayed gently and emitted a lavender mist with a clear fragrance like the moon tide. On the stone steps in front of the palace gate, there were a few petals of white flowers that came from nowhere, making the place even more quiet as if it were ancient times.

He climbed the stairs with a deadly look in his eyes, his boot soles touching the jade, making a clear sound. He stood in front of the red lacquer palace gate, looking at the gilded Vermilion Bird holding a ring on the door, took a deep breath and said loudly, "Is anyone there?" The only response to him was the night wind passing through the corridor, which tore his voice into tiny echoes, which swayed a few times in the empty courtyard and then dissipated between the glazed tiles.

He took a half step forward and was about to speak again when he saw a golden light breaking through the air! The feathered arrow brushed against the tip of his hair and pierced into the ground, its tail feathers still trembling, making a slight buzzing sound.

He instinctively leaned forward to avoid the death gaze, and looked up with his heart pounding, only to see a red-haired man standing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. The moonlight plated his handsome features with cold gold, and the bronze quiver behind his back glowed with an ancient glow - it was Dayi, who once shocked the world with his reputation as a sharpshooter.

“Senior Dayi!” With a deadly look in his eyes, he clasped his fists, his fingertips still trembling slightly from the thrilling experience just now. “I am here on the orders of the King Soul, and I have absolutely no ill intentions!”

Dayi raised his eyebrows and smiled. He plucked the bowstring lightly with his fingertips. The arrow rose slowly from the ground with a buzzing sound and flew back to the quiver. "If you really had bad intentions, you would have been nailed to the steps by now." His tone was open and clear, but also contained a bit of loneliness from not being on the battlefield for a long time. "It's just a joke. Don't be nervous. Tell me, why did Wang Hun ask you to make this trip?"

Death Eyes let out a long sigh and looked at the vaguely visible gauze curtain in the hall - that should be Chang'e's residence. At this moment, soft candlelight was shining through, casting swaying shadows of flowers in the corridor.

He calmed down and told the story of the battle in the God Realm and the threat from the Western Gods. His eyes occasionally swept across the eaves and brackets of Guanghan Palace. He felt that although this place was beautiful, it was ultimately a bit lonely and far away from the world. Perhaps for Dayi and Chang'e, who had experienced life and death, such tranquility was the most precious destination.

After listening to this, Dayi stroked the mottled lines on the quiver with his fingertips. After a moment of silence, he looked up at the sky: "Western pantheon..." He turned and pushed open the palace door. The sound of the gilded door knocker startled the birds sleeping under the eaves. "Come in. The osmanthus wine brewed by Chang'e is still warm."

The deadly eyes followed him into the hall, and he saw that all four walls were inlaid with night pearls, and the soft light made him feel as if he was in the starry sky. On the jade table in the center, there was a half-rolled ancient silk book, the handwriting had been blurred by the years, but the two words "shooting the sun" could still be discerned.