Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Just as the Sage was being guided to the heavens, brewing a wicked plot to overthrow humanity.

the other side.

The Intercepting Sect, Jin'ao Island, Biyou Palace.

Enveloped in ethereal mist, imbued with the essence of Taoism.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, Nuwa, Houtu, and Gu Changqing were sitting around a white jade table, enjoying tea and discussing the Dao.

The atmosphere was peaceful and tranquil.

With the arrival of ten thousand immortals from the Jie Sect, the sect was at its peak, and with the unfathomable Gu Changqing overseeing things, everything was thriving.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's hearty laughter rang out from time to time, while Houtu remained calm and composed. When she spoke, her words were always profound and contained the ultimate truth.

Only Gu Changqing remained as lazy as ever.

He leaned against the cloud bed, holding a purple-gold gourd in his hand, sipping the immortal wine intermittently.

His eyes were glazed over, and he seemed somewhat drunk, as if he had no interest in the three sages' discourse.

Tongtian and the others were already used to his behavior and were not surprised by it.

However, at some point.

"Ok?"

Nuwa's hand, holding the jade cup, paused slightly in mid-air.

The peaceful aura surrounding her, which was in harmony with all things in heaven and earth, showed a slight, almost imperceptible disturbance.

Although it was only for a moment, how could it be hidden from Tongtian and Houtu who were present?

"Junior Sister Nuwa, what is it?"

The Master of the Heavenly Sect stopped talking and looked over with concern.

Houtu also cast an inquiring glance.

At their level, every action, every thought, and every life is in harmony with the Way of Heaven, and they would never experience unrest for no reason.

If this happens, something big is bound to happen!

Nuwa slowly put down the jade cup, and a rare solemnity appeared on her dignified and noble face.

"Do not know why."

"Just now, I suddenly felt a tremor in my heart, an extremely ominous premonition."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet it carried a hint of confusion that she herself couldn't quite grasp.

"This premonition seems to be... related to the human race."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian and Houtu's expressions instantly darkened.

Human race!

Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, and her destiny is connected to that of the human race. Her premonitions are absolutely correct!

"Human race?"

Tongtian frowned, and his amiable aura vanished, replaced by a sharp and ruthless edge.

"Now that the Shang Dynasty is the most powerful and prosperous nation in humankind, with the Xuan Bird totem and the dragon energy of humanity suppressing it, what great calamity could there be?"

Houtu also pondered and said:

"Since the great calamity of the Lich King, the primordial world has been shattered. The rise of the human race is the inevitable trend of Heaven. Who would dare to defy the world and scheme against the human race at this critical juncture?"

Despite this, several figures simultaneously surfaced in the minds of the three sages.

Xuanmen!

The Primordial Beginning! Lao Tzu!

And those two unconventional guys from the West!

"Humph!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader snorted coldly, and the temperature inside Biyou Palace seemed to drop several degrees.

"Who else could it be besides them?"

"Our Jie Sect is thriving, and Fellow Daoist Changqing is standing with us. They dare not make a move directly, so they want to start with the human race?"

Tongtian's analysis is not without merit.

The human race is the foundation of Nuwa, and Wen Zhong, the Grand Tutor of the Shang Dynasty, is her disciple. The Jie Sect and the Shang Dynasty have long been deeply intertwined.

The "Dongren Clan" is none other than "Dongnuwa"!

To provoke the Great Merchant is to provoke the Jie Sect!

If this arrow were fired, it would be aimed at their entire alliance!

"What do they want to do?"

Nuwa's brows were shrouded in an unyielding worry.

"The Human Emperor is protected by the fortune of humanity and is immune to all laws. Even if they are saints, they dare not directly attack the Human Emperor, otherwise they will suffer a backlash from humanity and their sainthood may be unstable."

"But if the Emperor is not touched, and the fortune of the Great Shang Dynasty remains stable, what kind of storm can be stirred up?"

That's exactly what they can't understand.

It's like facing a solid fortress, knowing the enemy is lurking in the shadows, but unable to find their point of attack.

This feeling is the most suffocating.

"Could it be... that they want to instigate another change of emperor?"

Houtu proposed a possibility.

Tongtian immediately retorted:

"Impossible! Emperor Xin is in his prime, a man of great talent and ambition. He has governed the Shang Dynasty with great efficiency and has made immeasurable contributions. Humanity's fortune is at its peak. Who can shake his position?"

“Forcibly replacing him is no different from directly killing the Emperor. It will also bring about a backlash against humanity.”

The three sages took turns discussing and deducing various possibilities.

But every deduction seems to have led to a dead end.

The sages' plans are intricately linked, and before they are fully realized, the secrets of heaven are shrouded in mystery, making it difficult even for them to grasp the whole picture.

For a moment, the entire Biyou Palace fell into a solemn silence.

Only the "glug...glug..." swallowing sound seemed particularly abrupt.

The three of them looked toward the source of the sound without prior arrangement.

Gu Changqing was still leaning there, half-drunk and half-awake, taking another big gulp of wine, his face flushed with satisfaction.

It was as if all the disturbances in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Tongtian's lips twitched slightly as he watched.

What time is it? This guy still has the mind to drink?

That's incredibly carefree!

He was just about to say something.

But then Gu Changqing let out a long hiccup, his eyes blurry with drunkenness as he glanced vaguely in the direction of the human race.

Then, as if talking in his sleep, he mumbled incoherently in a voice only he could hear.

"Uh……"

"Could it be..."

The sound was so faint that it almost disappeared in the wind.

But who were the people present?

Reaching the heavens!

Nuwa!

Houtu!

Three sages!

This dreamlike whisper entered their ears word for word, no less powerful than a bolt of chaotic divine thunder that exploded deep within their primordial spirits!

hum!

At that moment, the three sages experienced a brief blank in their minds.

All the deductions, all the speculations, all the solemnity, were shattered in that instant by this lighthearted remark!

They turned their heads sharply, and three pairs of eyes, filled with the profound truths of the universe, stared intently at Gu Changqing, who was still shaking the wine gourd.

Could it be...

Gu Changqing's words undoubtedly meant that he had already made some guesses.

For a moment, all three saints stared intently at the heavily intoxicated Gu Changqing.

Countless facts have already proven that this guy really does possess the ability to predict the future.

His countless predictions, no matter how outrageous, have all come true in the end.

What secrets of heaven has he uncovered this time?!

The three saints remained silent, waiting for Gu Changqing to speak.

To everyone's surprise, Gu Changqing seemed to have no intention of saying or explaining anything to the three saints who looked puzzled and curious.

He simply tilted his head back and gulped down several more mouthfuls of wine.

He then completely ignored the three saints and shakily got up.

"Hehe, I wonder... uh... do humans have any fine wine?!"