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

Within the boundless void rift, Jieyin remained "extremely patient" in guarding this place.

He could see everything that happened in Chaoge City clearly.

From Gu Changqing stepping into the Wan Niang Palace, to Emperor Xin getting completely drunk, and then to the Drunken Sword Immortal staggering away.

No detail escaped his discerning eye.

a long time.

A barely perceptible sneer slowly appeared on the face of the guide, a face that was always etched with suffering.

really.

Just as he expected.

Gu Changqing, that drunkard, only happened to descend upon the human race.

His purpose was simply to get a drink.

As for getting the emperor drunk and then leaving, it was nothing more than his drunken madness and impulsive actions.

No one was aware of his existence, or rather, his plans.

What happened before will not hinder my plans in any way.

"Ha ha……"

A soft laugh echoed in the silent void, carrying a hint of disdain and a touch of relief.

"Just a drunkard; I was overthinking it before."

He had been genuinely worried that Gu Changqing had discovered something, which was why he had come all this way.

Now it seems that I was worrying too much.

Now that the biggest variable has been eliminated, then...

The guiding gaze pierced through layers of space and once again landed on the still brightly lit imperial city.

Humanity's destiny...

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods...

it's time.

The time is ripe.

According to the human calendar, March 15th.

It is the birthday of Nuwa, the Holy Mother of the Human Race.

According to custom, earthly emperors must personally visit the Nuwa Palace to offer incense, in order to express their reverence and worship for the Holy Mother of Humanity.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

The withered fingers gently moved, deducing the secrets of heaven.

The secrets of heaven are in complete chaos, clearly obscured by the great power of the sage.

And the one who deceived the heavens was himself.

"Emperor Xin..."

"So what if he's the Emperor?"

"In the face of a sage, one is ultimately nothing more than a pawn."

He muttered to himself, his words filled with absolute confidence and a sense of control.

What he needs to do is very simple.

It was during the time when Emperor Xin offered incense that the power of the sage was used to secretly bewitch his mind.

Let this high and mighty emperor of the mortal world write blasphemous verses on the walls of Nuwa Palace!

What was the identity of the goddess Nuwa?

An ancient demon emperor, now a Primordial Saint, and the creator of the human race, bearing the title of Holy Mother of the Human Race.

Di Xin's actions were tantamount to publicly slapping Nuwa in the face.

With Nuwa's proud nature, how could she tolerate it?

At that time, Nuwa will surely be furious and punish Di Xin, or rather, punish the Shang Dynasty.

In this way, the fortunes of the Shang Dynasty will inevitably be damaged, creating a perfect opening for his scheme.

Even better.

Grand Tutor Wen Zhong of the imperial court was a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect and had an inextricable karmic connection with the sect.

Wen Zhong was wholeheartedly dedicated to assisting the Shang Dynasty. If Emperor Xin were to do something so disrespectful to the sage, Wen Zhong would also be guilty of failing to provide adequate assistance.

In her fury, Nuwa might also take her anger out on the Jie Sect.

one stone two bird!

Not only did they scheme to control the fate of the human race, but they also took the opportunity to sow discord between Nuwa and the Jie Sect.

It was a flawless plan!

Thinking of his triumph, the bitterness on Jieyin's face faded somewhat, replaced by a calm and confident demeanor.

With one step, his figure vanished into the void rift, hidden beneath the heavens, quietly awaiting the arrival of that day.

……

Time flew by, and soon it was March 15th.

On this day, the entire city of Chaoge was immersed in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Before dawn, civil and military officials had already gathered outside the palace gates, awaiting the emperor's procession.

Chenshi.

The palace door is wide open.

Emperor Xin, dressed in a solemn imperial robe, slowly walked out, surrounded by eunuchs.

His face was solemn, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The incident of being forced to drink alcohol by Gu Changqing that day seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

But the officials could sense that the current emperor possessed a profound and oppressive aura that made them afraid to look him in the eye.

"Get started!"

With a loud, clear announcement from the eunuch.

The massive ceremonial procession sailed out of the imperial city and headed towards the Nuwa Palace outside the city.

Along the way, the people bowed their heads, burned incense, and knelt in worship.

When the emperor goes on tour, all evil spirits are warded off.

secretly.

The guiding sage, hidden above the clouds, took in all of this.

A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Everything was proceeding exactly as he had written, down to the last detail.

Soon, the ceremonial procession arrived at Nuwa Palace.

Accompanied by a group of ministers, Di Xin entered the palace and respectfully offered three sticks of incense before the statue of Nuwa.

The entire process was solemn and respectful, without any abnormalities.

Upon seeing this, all the ministers of the Shang Dynasty secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, what they failed to notice was...

Just as Di Xin was offering incense, a barely perceptible wisp of gray air quietly descended from the void, silently merging into the rising smoke, and then being inhaled by Di Xin.

The power of a sage is formless and intangible, making it impossible to defend against!

After doing all this, the guide's smile deepened.

The fish has taken the bait.

really.

After the worship ceremony, Di Xin did not leave immediately.

He raised his head, looked at the lifelike statue of Nuwa and the blank wall next to it, and suddenly spoke.

"Bring me pen and ink!"

Upon hearing this, all the ministers behind him were taken aback.

Bi Gan stepped forward and asked cautiously:

"Your Majesty, what's wrong...?"

Di Xin waved his hand, his face showing a strange excitement.

"Upon seeing the magnificent palace of the Holy Mother, I was suddenly moved and wished to compose a poem to praise the Holy Mother's virtues!"

Praise the Virgin Mary's virtues?

Upon hearing this, the ministers were immediately relieved.

This is a good thing!

The emperor himself wrote a poem praising the Holy Mother, which became a beautiful story when it was told.

Soon, a palace attendant brought over the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone that had been prepared beforehand.

Di Xin strode up to the wall and picked up the large wolf-hair brush.

Above the clouds, Jieyin witnessed this scene, and the smile on his lips could no longer be contained.

coming!

He could almost foresee what would happen next.

Di Xin would write that infamous lewd poem.

Nuwa will unleash her thunderous wrath.

The fate of the Shang Dynasty will decline under his stroke!

"Heh, humans..."

"In the end, they couldn't escape being schemed against."

Jieyin stroked his non-existent beard with a smug grin, his gaze fixed intently on the ground below.

Di Xin dipped his brush in thick ink, and with a flourish of his arm, his brush moved like dragons and snakes.

Before long, powerful human characters were written, forming a complete poem.

The sneer on the guide's face intensified.

Wonderful!

That's great!

Next, all we need to do is wait for Nuwa to take notice and punish the human race.

He looked intently at the guide.

However, just as he saw the poem written by Di Xin.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Bastard!"