National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"The power of faith from the first to third heavens is flowing back." Yu Wenjin's fingertips traced the candle dragon sword pattern on the jade slip. "The immortal energy of Kunlun Mountain has revived, reminding those deceived people of the true appearance of the gods."

You Fuyao suddenly looked up, gazing at the Kunlun Ruins looming in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. "Do you feel like the Nine Heavens have undergone a complete transformation recently? Even the Light Cult Master's teleportation array has begun to shift..."

Before he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly appeared at the banquet.

When the ancient warrior's gaze swept over Yu Wenjin, the Kunlun mirror on the latter's waist suddenly emitted a clear sound: "Qi Mo has reached the destined space. Zhulong, pass me your star map. I need you to see how many chess pieces were buried in the 'fall' ten thousand years ago."

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At the southernmost part of the Ninth Heaven, deep in the Wutong forest, the vermilion palace walls glowed blood-red in the twilight.

Qi Ling walked forward, treading on the falling, golden-scaled leaves, keenly sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy around her. Qilin followed closely behind, its auspicious aura lingering around it at odds with the auspicious atmosphere, yet somehow blending in with it.

After turning around the nine-bend corridor, a huge statue of Vermilion Bird stands before you, its red feathers lifelike. Where the tail feathers hang down, a figure is sitting cross-legged on the head of the Vermilion Bird, surrounded by the unique red halo of the Southern Ming Lihuo.

The moment he sensed his colleague's breath, Qi Ling regained the unique characteristics of the White Tiger. A pair of tiger ears suddenly appeared, his long brown ink-black hair moved without wind, and uncarved jade swayed gently in his hair.

His pupils shrank slightly, and the power of Tai Chi Star Tail in his body began to operate instinctively, causing slight tremors in the air.

"White Tiger, the aura of Star Tail on you is ten times stronger than it was three hundred years ago." Qilin's voice was like the morning bell and evening drum, startling the spiritual birds living in the forest.

As he spoke, the sycamore leaves on the ground seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, automatically gathering into the Bagua diagram, the veins of each leaf perfectly aligning with the pattern. "The Vermillion Bird's Nirvana Fire has ignited in the Southern Ming Lihuo Realm, and the Candle Dragon's Time-Reversing Scales have begun to peel off—the time for the Four Symbols to return to their positions has arrived."

Qi Ling stepped forward slowly, his fingertips brushing against the raised runes on the walls of Suzaku Palace. The ancient characters glowed faintly the moment he touched them, as if responding to the divine beast blood within him.

He looked at Suzaku, who was still breaking through, with a deep gaze. "Not long ago, I saw during the thunder tribulation that the immortal energy of Kunlun Mountain was reversing. Those ancient gods who were predicted to have fallen, their fragments of godhood..."

"They are all sealed in the Abyss of No Return in the Gray Realm." Qilin raised his hand suddenly, and a golden light cut through the twilight, outlining the outline of the Gray Realm in the void, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The Lord of Light tried to replace the orthodoxy with a puppet god, but the veins of the Ninth Heaven still remember the real god. Look--" He pointed to the sky, and the Tai Chi Star, which was originally covered by dark clouds, suddenly burst into dazzling light. Thirteen star rays pierced through the clouds, like the sword of judgment of God.

Qi Ling leaped onto the White Tiger's head, feeling the power of national destiny surging through Qilin's body. The two powerful forces collided in the air, stirring up ripples of spiritual energy. "So, Qi Mo went to the Gray Realm because of this, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at the stars in the sky, and his tiger tail swayed unconsciously.

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At the same time, deep in the gray world, the gray fog in the destined space surged like a living thing.

Qi Mo stared at the unfinished chess game of 713 suspended in the air. The chess pieces on the board emitted a faint glow, as if telling secrets buried by time.

When Xuanyuan Shaoze raised his hand, the Kunlun Mirror burst out with brilliant light.

As light was injected into the chessboard, the originally still chess pieces turned into thousands of light spots, moving rapidly in the void, and finally piecing together a map of the earth veins of the Nine Heavens.

At the same time, the star map that Zhulong passed to Zhuanxu flickered. Every spiritual vein node corresponded to the divine coordinates of a missing ancient god. In the subtle details, it formed a huge seal map.

"The Lord of Light used the 'false god' to cover up the truth, but he didn't expect that the immortal energy of Kunlun Mountain was actually transformed from the bones of the ancient gods." The shadow of Emperor Zhuanxu emerged, and his fingertips passed over the Lihuo position representing the Vermillion Bird, where a faint red light was dancing.

"Qi Mo, your godhood is stable because Suzaku's Nirvana Fire is burning away the erosion of false gods for you."

As soon as he said this, Qi Mo suddenly remembered the flickering light cocoons he had seen on the Starfire Platform. Those souls that had passed away in the cycle of reincarnation seemed to be mysteriously resonating with Kunlun Mountain through the sparks on his sword tassel.

At this moment, the gray fog suddenly surged violently.

A shadow slowly condensed behind Xuanyuan Shaoze - that was... a trace of residual image of Emperor Xuanyuan's consciousness that he left with Emperor Zhuanxu before his reincarnation!

At this moment, the shadows of the two emperors stood facing each other across the sea of ​​clouds and mist, and the star maps flowing on their robes enveloped Qi Mo and Xuanyuan Shaoze.

"Shao Ze, the Xuanyuan bloodline in your body resonates with the mark I left when I sealed the Vermillion Bird." Emperor Xuanyuan's gaze fell on Xuanyuan Shaoze, then turned to Qi Mo.

"And you, carrying the Dao of the Universe from the First Generation of Heavenly Dao, unexpectedly merged with the godhead of the Nameless God..."

Before he finished speaking, the star map space where Qi Mo and Xuanyuan Shaoze were located began to collapse violently and turned into chaos.

Countless fragments of images flashed before Qi Mo and Xuanyuan Shaoze's eyes: Shen Jia'an was fighting against the nightmare thunder in the thunderstorm, and the chain-like lightning wrapped around his ankles; Su Mohui lit a fire in the Sui Ming Kingdom, and the star map of the nine heavens was reflected in the fire.

"They are paving the way for you in different time and space." Emperor Xuanyuan raised his hand, and the Fuxi Qin floated in the air, and the strings automatically played an ancient melody. "Shen Jiaan's nightmare is the key to breaking the 'false god's mark' of the Church of Light; Su Mohui's fire can ignite the fire of nirvana of Suzaku. And you..."

When Emperor Xuanyuan channeled the power of the Donghuang Bell and the Fuxi Qin into the chessboard, the Tai Chi diagram at its center abruptly split into Yin and Yang. The vague outline of a nameless god slowly emerged from the Yin side. Just as everyone held their breath, the star map suddenly and violently shook once again.

The shadow of the Nameless God emerged from the chaos, holding a half-piece of jade engraved with incantations in his hand. "Saving the world and sacrificing the samsara is never a single person's responsibility. The rift in the Gray Realm is a backdoor left by the First Heavenly Dao. Take these artifacts and meet the true 'Nameless'."

"Go back to where you came from!" But before the nameless god could finish his words, Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Zhuanxu spoke out at the same time to drive him away, with a tone of disdain between old friends.

Then, the shadowy figure of Emperor Zhuanxu waved his sleeves lightly, and the familiar chessboard and low table reappeared. "What we two old fellows can do is to help you integrate the power of national destiny into your godhood."

This time, the players on the chessboard changed quietly—

Emperor Zhuanxu and Emperor Xuanyuan held hands facing each other, while Qi Mo and Xuanyuan Shaoze watched the situation intently.

Emperor Xuanyuan's voice suddenly became low and solemn: "Back then, we jointly set up a plan, and we need someone to remove the last seal. And you..."