NCCnovel Chapter 194 Standing on the fertile soil, may your prosperity last for ten thousand generations!
Chapter 194 Standing on the fertile soil, may your prosperity last for ten thousand generations!
Faced with such an exaggerated display from the underworld, the shaman...
But he showed no fear whatsoever.
Instead, he calmly stepped forward, nodded slightly to the crowd, and bowed gently, saying:
"Human Emperor 'Witch'"
"Greetings to all the venerable Sages of the Earthly Realm, greetings to all the venerable Ancestral Witches."
Apocalypse watched as his clone bowed.
With a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth and a subtle expression, he said:
"Your Majesty, there's no need for such formalities!"
You are the sovereign of humanity, with your heart set on all people, and your virtue extends to all living beings.
Today, the Fengshan ceremony is performed; the true path must be proven!
Upon hearing this, the Witch King bowed again and then became less reserved.
Then he turned around and straightened his clothes again.
Step by step, they ascended the altar.
Every step the shaman took up the stairs felt as heavy as a mountain.
As he stepped onto the stairs under the watchful eyes of the crowd,
Golden humanistic energy began to emerge from his body.
The aura, shaped like a dragon, spiraled and rose.
This scene,
This also caused the powerful figures who were watching from afar to look at the dragon clan with strange expressions.
He thought to himself, "How did these remnants of the dragon race end up mingling with humans?!"
The dragons standing to the side were also completely bewildered.
Completely baffled as to why this human's destiny is exactly the same as his own!
Although he looked imposing and powerful, he sensed the gazes of the powerful figures around him.
I also somewhat regretted having nothing better to do.
Why do you have to join in this fun?!
Isn't it better to diligently reproduce in your own private plot of land?!
Simultaneously,
The primordial energy emanating from the underworld passages surrounding the altar...
It also began to come into contact with and merge with the human spirit and destiny.
When the Witch King stood on the ninth level of the sacrificial altar, at the confluence of the two vortexes...
"boom!"
The entire Buzhou Mountain suddenly trembled!
On the mountaintop platform, primordial energy cascaded down like a waterfall.
The primordial energy of the earth and the earth's veins of Buzhou Mountain swirled and circulated around the altar.
The power of the twelve Ancestral Witches' bloodline also surged forth in unison.
They intertwined in the sky to form a blurry, towering shadow.
It is the phantom of Pangu!
However, this phantom was different from the true form of Pangu that the Ancestral Witches had previously summoned using the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.
There was no special sparkle in his eyes!
With the appearance of this magnificent scene,
Apocalypse deliberately made sure that everyone secretly watching could see it.
It was like flexing their muscles directly to everyone in the prehistoric world!
For a moment, all was silent around Mount Buzhou.
All living beings that we care about,
Whether it is the myriad spirits beneath the mountain or the saints in the void,
They were all rendered speechless by such an exaggerated sight.
this moment,
The group became even more certain of their thoughts:
"This human race has already become one with the witch race!"
There's no escaping it!
At this moment, the Witch King stood before the center of the two vortexes.
He calmly unfolded the scroll in his hand, pondering for a long time.
The "Petition to the Father God and the Earthly Path" was revised several times.
He cleared his throat, and his voice rang out!
The medium for sound propagation is no longer through the air.
Instead, it directly triggered a resonance with the laws of nature, echoing throughout every corner of the primordial world.
It resonated deep within the hearts of every living being:
"Today! I, the first Human Emperor of the Human Race, 'Witch',
Proclaiming this to Father God Pangu, the Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, all the Saints of the Earthly Path, and all the Ghosts and Gods of Reincarnation...
"After the creation of the primordial world, the Father God perished and transformed into all things."
The backbone supporting the sky is called Buzhou.
The essence and blood of the spirit are transformed into magic, inheriting your legacy.
However, the way of Heaven is high and mighty, the way of Earth is silent and still; all things compete and thrive, and the strong prey on the weak.
"Our human race was created by the Holy Father of Heaven, who brought the Holy Mother Nuwa with him, and molded clay."
Born weak and frail, without the sharpness of claws and teeth, or the strength of scales and armor.
However, our people have hands to work, wisdom to create, a language to pass down, and a will to unite!
"Since our birth, our human race has used fire to dispel darkness, plows and hoes to clear wasteland, writing to convey the Way, and medicine to heal the wounded."
Our people do not pray for divine blessings, nor do we rely on divine grace.
We live and thrive only on this fertile land, and we develop only with our own hands.
Only through the inheritance of this wisdom, and only through unity and self-reliance, can we achieve true strength!
"Today, I, the first Human Emperor 'Witch,' lead all the people of the human race to ascend Mount Buzhou."
Standing atop the spine of the Father God, not to plead with Heaven, nor to seek immortality...
At this point in the recitation, the shaman's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
Every word resounded like thunder in everyone's minds:
"Our human race is here today to pay tribute to our Father God for his work in creating the heavens!"
This is to offer sacrifices to the virtues of the earth's channels!
This is to inform the public about the order of reincarnation!
He paused slightly, but his words silenced the world.
All the creatures that heard about these rituals,
My heart felt like it was being clenched, eagerly awaiting what they would say next!
Then, amidst everyone's anticipation,
The Witch King's next words were delivered with a groundbreaking, earth-shattering force.
A thunderous roar resounded throughout the primordial era:
"From this day forward, the Emperor of Humanity—"
"Do not rely on the sunlight, but nourish yourself with deep roots!"
May they stand firmly on this fertile land, and prosper for eternity!
"Born on this fertile land...May it prosper forever... forever!!"
The shaman's voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
It resonates deep within the soul of every living being!
"Not looking up to the sky?! Standing on the thick earth?!"
At the foot of the mountain, Guang Chengzi, who had been preaching among humans for so long without much success, screamed in despair.
My Dao heart is almost shattered!
He now finally understands why preaching is so difficult!
This human emperor had absolutely no intention of allowing the human race to inherit the Xuanmen Daotong!
In the void, the Primordial Celestial Venerable suddenly rose to his feet.
The body's pure energy is in chaos:
"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"
Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes widened in surprise.
After a long pause, he finally blurted out:
"Damn it...he really dares to say that! What a jerk!"
Lao Tzu closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. After a long while, he sighed and said:
"The Way of Heaven... has been completely disregarded. The teacher must be worried!"
And in the very instant that the shaman uttered those last two sentences:
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The entire Buzhou Mountain burst forth with an unprecedented radiance!
That was no longer the color of black and yellow.
Rather, it was the primordial light of the beginning of creation, when chaos was first divided!
The original source of the earth merged completely with the earth veins of Buzhou Mountain, transforming into a colossal dragon of black and yellow that soared into the sky!
The phantom of Pangu formed from the bloodline power of the twelve Ancestral Witches.
When I opened my eyes for the first time, a glimmer of light seemed to appear in them!
The Wheel of Reincarnation behind Pingxin, who was in the Netherworld, began to spin wildly.
The six passages opened simultaneously, and countless golden rays of merit rained down upon them.
To merge into that colossal, dark yellow dragon.
The dragon roared to the sky, and in the sound of its roar...
There was even a sound of chaos tearing apart, like Pangu creating the world!
As the dragon fully took shape, it seemed to possess a consciousness as it spiraled downwards.
The witch was completely shrouded in mystery.
The "Petition to the Father God and the Earthly Path" in the shaman's hand flew up automatically and burned in the light.
Each word transformed into golden runes, not merging with the Heavenly Dao.
Instead, it is imprinted on the body of Buzhou Mountain.
Imprinted deep within the authentic origin!
at the same time,
The Netherworld, the Temple of Peace.
The Book of Life and Death automatically flipped open, revealing itself at the very top of the page for the human race.
Eight large characters exuding the dual pressure of the earth and Pangu.
It slowly emerges, yet it cannot be erased:
"May you live on this fertile land, and prosper for eternity!"
Then an even more shocking scene unfolded.
The phantom of Pangu, formed from the bloodlines of the twelve Ancestral Witches, slowly raised its hand.
With a gentle tap, he reached out to the Witch Emperor, who was shrouded in the colossal Xuanhuang dragon.
This is like the axe light that swept across time and space, creating the world.
A clear mark appeared between the shaman's eyebrows.
A simple axe mark, yet imbued with supreme majesty!
Pangu approves!
The Father God's legacy has officially acknowledged this human emperor who "was born on the fertile earth"!
Of course, this recognition was inscribed on the title of Human Emperor of the Human Race.
Rather than on Apocalypse's clone,
This mark will be passed down through generations as the emperor changes!
Then, the colossal black and yellow dragon roared nine times before merging into the witch's body.
When the shaman reappeared, the aura surrounding him was no longer simply one of human destiny.
Instead, it is a fusion of the earth's original essence, the legacy of Pangu, and the will of humanity:
"The aura of Heaven, Earth, and Man, the Emperor!"
The aura was as heavy as Mount Buzhou and as long and deep as the earth's veins.
Ancient as the creation of the world, yet vibrant as human civilization!
The axe mark on his forehead glowed faintly, resonating with the shape of Mount Buzhou.
At this moment, the entire primordial world understood:
From this day forward, the emperor of the human race will not be chosen by heaven or bestowed by the gods.
It is supported by the thick earth, and it is an existence recognized by Pangu!