Chapter 122 The Featherfolk's Conspiracy

　　The damage to the mountain god's divinity that Wei Yuan had previously guided Xing Tian to inflict was gradually recovering.

　　He used his fingers like a sword to cut open all the chains on the priests' hands.

　　"I'll go out and take a look. You guys watch for an opportunity."

　　"If there's a chance, take it and leave."

　　Then he pushed open the door and went out. The guards outside hadn't even reacted when they saw a blur before their eyes and were struck heavily on the neck, all of them collapsing unconscious. Wei Yuan found his weapon in the guardhouse ahead. The Iron Eagle Sword was impossible for ordinary people to use, and with the addition of Emperor Shi's Tai'a sword sheath, these Yu Clan people couldn't draw the sword at all.

　　When Wei Yuan walked in, the leader was trying to draw the sword.

　　"What kind of sword is this? Its edge is so sharp, yet it can't be drawn?"

　　"I'll draw, draw, draw…"

　　He muttered through gritted teeth.

　　"Draw, draw…"

　　Suddenly, a voice came from behind:

　　"Alright, good boy."

　　"Huh?!"

　　The Heavenly Feather Guard's squad leader was shocked and turned his head abruptly, seeing the man he had just locked up behind him. Before he could speak, he was struck heavily in the abdomen, as if his internal organs were about to be overturned and smashed. His vision went black, and he fell heavily to the ground. Wei Yuan smoothly took the sword and joked.

　　"...This can be considered an assassin master, right?"

　　Wei Yuan carried the sword on his back, pushed open the window, and looked at the current Yumin Country. Five thousand years ago, when he and King Yu came here, the Yumin Country was simpler than it is now, but even after such a long time, the overall structure of the city didn't seem to have changed much.

　　Zhurong resides in the south.

　　The place to worship Him is located in the southernmost part of the entire Yumin Country's capital.

　　Zhurong in the south, with a beast body and human face, riding two dragons.

　　Rushou in the west, with a snake on his left ear, riding two dragons.

　　Jumang in the east, with a bird body and human face, riding two dragons.

　　Yuqiang in the north, with a human face and bird body, wearing two blue snakes as earrings and stepping on two blue snakes.

　　These are the four directional deities of the divine era, and also the true pillars of the four extremes of the sky.

　　The Yu Clan people worship Zhurong, and the god Zhurong is in charge of the flames. As Emperor Zhuanxu's subject, he was granted the area of the Overseas Southern Classic and was in charge of the country of hundreds of birds. When they came here back then, Wei Yuan had personally seen the sight of hundreds of birds singing together, and the Yu Clan girls spreading their feather garments under the moonlight and dancing beneath the stars.

　　It was truly wonderful.

　　A hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

　　The Yu Clan indeed produces beauties.

　　Nüjiao invited him to watch, but Nüjiao wasn't there.

　　He saw Nüjiao's purpose.

　　So he was deeply moved.

　　So he left a piece of pottery here, with the sacrificial dance of the Yu Clan girls on it.

　　Of course, he was quite satisfied with that work.

　　"You didn't come to give me inspiration, did you, Nüjiao?"

　　Yuan thanked her with emotion: "You're actually a pretty good person."

　　And because the hospitality here was very good.

　　King Yu was also deeply moved.

　　So he borrowed the road halfway and had a fight with Zhurong.

　　In the end, Zhurong's eyes were black and he refused to see guests, and King Yu was almost roasted to medium-well.

　　In ancient times, the simplest and most direct way to subdue a local leader was with a pair of fists. Zhurong didn't refuse King Yu's invitation to spar, but He never expected that King Yu would be more difficult to deal with than He had anticipated, especially after fighting with Xing Tian. The Yeying Sword became even more overbearing.

　　King Yu was the absolute protagonist of that era.

　　What couldn't kill him could only make him stronger, and then he would turn around and kill it.

　　In short, in the end, King Yu was very satisfied, and Yuan was very satisfied.

　　Nüjiao was very dissatisfied.

　　As for Qi…

　　Having learned from his past experience in the Daughters' Kingdom, he ran away before being tied up.

　　Seeing some familiar roads in front of him, memories of the past naturally came to mind. Wei Yuan quickly moved forward with his sword on his back. He didn't know before, but it seemed that Feng Siyu, as a priestess of the Yu Clan, would be found by special means. Now Wei Yuan had washed away the Qi from his body and cut off the possibility of being found again.

　　The sky was gradually approaching dusk.

　　Wei Yuan rushed to Zhurong's sacrificial place in one breath, a building made purely of stone. Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and sensed the aura inside.

　　It was Zhurong.

　　……………………

　　But Zhurong's current situation was not good.

　　Wei Yuan couldn't enter it through the wall, but he could feel a sense of rejection with a little force. The divine charm was hidden in his pupils, and he used his divine power to vaguely see the murals in the palace. These murals were on the outermost layer, and it was easy to see Zhurong's legends.

　　Including his experience as Zhuanxu's general and subordinate.

　　Including helping Nuwa refine the five-colored stones to mend the sky.

　　And after the split of the *Shan Hai Jing*, away from the Western Mountain Realm with many mountain gods and fierce beasts, he regulated the order of the entire world as the executor.

　　But Wei Yuan saw that the earliest Zhurong had a clear face, not the divine state of a beast body and human face, but the appearance of a human. But the more he went backward, the more the Zhurong on the murals became a blank face, and in the newest murals, Zhurong's face was changing towards a man with slightly raised eyes and thick, knife-like eyebrows, and it was becoming clearer and clearer.

　　"…Turning falsehood into reality, a substitute?"

　　Wei Yuan, who understood the true inheritance of the Daoist sect, quickly saw through this method, which was extremely similar to some of the left-hand methods of the Daoist sect.

　　Then he deduced his real purpose.

　　"The lord of the Yumin Country, wants to replace part of Zhurong's divinity?"

　　"This can't be something that can be done in one or two generations. It started a thousand years ago, or six hundred years ago. What happened in the human world at that time? It reverse-interfered with the *Shan Hai Jing*, causing Zhurong to fall asleep. As a result, the Yumin Country has produced several top-quality traitors in a row."

　　"How unlucky, I don't know who tricked you."

　　Wei Yuan's expression was strange.

　　He hesitated for a moment, then tapped the void with his fingers.

　　The seventy-two supernatural powers of Disha—

　　Driving gods.

　　………………

　　In the high place of the Yumin Country's palace, there was a building that seemed to lead to the sky, overlooking the entire capital of the Yumin Country. The lord of the Yumin Country, Gao Yangjun, stood at the highest point, overlooking the entire capital, his eyes domineering and calm. His lineage had already been moved by the fact that the god Zhurong had begun to fall asleep a thousand years ago.

　　However, it was the events of six hundred years ago that made his grandfather make up his mind.

　　To get rid of the influence of the gods and completely override the gods with kingship.

　　And when it came to his generation, having personally witnessed the power of the gods, his ambition grew day by day. How could it be enough to just get rid of the influence of the gods?

　　He wanted to completely replace the Zhurong clan!

　　No one could do it in the past, who says it can't be done now?

　　No… this is no longer something that no one has done in the past.

　　The *Shan Hai Jing* is returning, and even the mountain gods and water gods who are rarely seen in the overseas countries are gradually returning to the human world.

　　By chance, the clansmen of thousands of human worlds brought back ancient books.

　　He once spent a month reading the ancient history of Shenzhou, and then lost his mind for a long time.

　　Finally, he sighed to the close ministers around him:

　　"Ying Zheng can do it, why can't I do it?!"

　　"He is just a mere mortal leader, I must do something that far exceeds Ying Zheng's achievements."

　　The king who once suppressed Shenzhou ignited the ambition of the people in this distant country.

　　To overturn the gods who had sheltered the clan and the country for thousands of years and take them for himself.

　　But at this moment, he noticed an anomaly in Zhurong's shrine. Lord Yu, Gao Yangjun, narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the changes there, smiled faintly, and said, "It seems that removing the guards there has finally caught the fish. They really have enough patience to take the bait after so long."

　　There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

　　The most dangerous ones were not the older high priests, but the youngest priest, Feng Siyu.

　　The phoenix is Shao Hao's totem.

　　The Yu Clan people who can be named Feng are equivalent to the Ji clan people of Xuanyuan Hill.

　　That is the royal family, and they once communicated with the fire god Zhurong.

　　Originally, he planned to take that little guy, who was two hundred years younger than him, into the palace, give her a title, and let her be a quiet and virtuous concubine. He had seen that priestess before, and she was indeed a first-class beauty, dignified and quiet. As she grew older, her appearance gradually unfolded, and she should have entered the palace. Now, he was just going with the flow and tying this talented priestess to the same boat.

　　Who knew that they didn't know what was good for them and actually escaped on their wedding night, which humiliated his face.

　　Today, a young man related to her aura came to the city gate and planned to enter the city. He must want to contact those priests who rebelled against the royal order. But after all, this young man has touched the quasi-lord's concubine, and the lord does not intend to give him any good end. Even beheading him is too merciful.

　　He heard the clansmen who entered the human world say that there was a torture called Ling Chi (death by a thousand cuts) in the human world.

　　It seems more suitable for this kind of person.

　　"Start taking action."

　　The general beside him obeyed the order, and then someone vigorously raised the battle flag.

　　The people of the Yumin Country, and the priests who had just escaped from prison, saw large swathes of flags unfolding around the shrine as the center, as if the clouds in the sky had fallen into the human world. Then they heard extremely sharp howls, and flocks of strange birds gathered under the battle flag.

　　The Heavenly Feather Guards were the honor guards and city guards.

　　These sharp soldiers in front of them were the real elites. They were the strongest spears that had fought in all directions for the Yumin Country in the era of ignorance. At this moment, they gathered, which was even more shocking than the previously overwhelming flags. The faces of those priests who had finally escaped changed drastically.

　　The leading elder's face changed greatly: "Not good!"

　　Lord Yu, Gao Yangjun, said calmly: "Completely shatter the nostalgia for the gods in front of everyone."

　　"This has been a thousand years of preparation. After today, I will be the only god in the Yumin Country."

　　In addition to the elite in the sky, the Heavenly Feather Guards on the ground rode fierce beasts, wearing light armor, and charged towards Wei Yuan like a flood. Before they even got close, there was a dense volley of arrows, the sound was sharp. Wei Yuan did not expect that he had just seen the power of the Qin army formation not long ago, and today it would be his turn to taste the military formation of another country.

　　He opened his five fingers and clenched them suddenly.

　　The wind flowed, blocking the arrows for a moment.

　　Then the arrows pierced through the wind. The runes of the divine era had the effect of fixing the wind. Wei Yuan held the sword and used his swordsmanship to guide and sweep away all the arrows and crossbow bolts. Thousands of arrows were fired in unison, but they were all swept away, and not a single arrow fell on him.

　　Gao Yangjun was a little surprised.

　　Then he ordered lightly: "Send the Iron Eagle Guards too."

　　The Iron Eagle Guards were born because of the Iron Eagle Sharp Soldiers under Ying Zheng.

　　Lord Yu was ambitious and had the will to replace the position of God and pacify the world.

　　Wei Yuan raised his hand and tapped the void again. The Disha seventy-two methods of driving gods had been used a full eighteen times, but the sleeping Zhurong was sleeping soundly. Even though He Himself was encountering some kind of crisis of being separated from his divinity, even though His priests were in mortal danger, this god did not have the slightest reaction.

　　Moreover, even the outside of the shrine was sealed by some kind of aura naturally emitted by Zhurong. Wei Yuan judged that he needed some kind of token to enter.

　　Maybe Feng Siyu was qualified, but he had no way to enter the interior.

　　With his last finger tapping to summon the god, his fingers were bleeding.

　　Zhurong remained asleep.

　　And in front of him, there were already nearly ten thousand soldiers and horses, all of whom were trained in the methods of the divine era, and were already a hundred paces away.

　　The Zhurong priests were desperate.

　　But Lord Yu was extremely calm. Even if he was a cultivator, who could compare to the power of a king? Under the king, there were thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops. Even if this person's swordsmanship was superb and his spells and supernatural powers were strong, he could be killed by piling up lives. And for him, a thousand people, or even ten thousand people, were nothing.

　　Wei Yuan exhaled.

　　He plunged his sword into the ground and took out a jade book.

　　This was a contract, one copy for each party. He crushed it suddenly, and another aura rose, which Wei Yuan grabbed.

　　He exhaled and shouted: "Xing Tian!!!"

　　"Come, today I will face your final battle, I will take one of your moves!!"

　　"If you have the guts, chop down with an axe now!"

　　……………………

　　Changyang Mountain—

　　Xing Tian heard a familiar voice coming from the jade book.

　　He was stunned for a moment, then looked to the side and hesitated.

　　The huge pottery jar next to him was not yet finished, and he didn't intend to pay attention to it. But the other party was so arrogant that he actually said the words "if you have the guts". His temperament had always been the fiercest, otherwise he wouldn't have picked up his weapon and rebelled. Hearing this, he was furious, raised his hand, and the huge battle axe in his hand suddenly slashed and flew out of his hand.

　　The battle axe traversed the heavens and the earth directly at a terrifying speed.

　　This is the ancient mythology of Shenzhou, the only two war gods.

　　Lord Yu was still calmly watching the weak mortal die, with an aloofness and contempt like a god.

　　Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

　　It seemed as if a high-pitched cry came from above the nine heavens.

　　An indescribable terrifying pressure rose sharply in his heart. In an instant, everyone heard a huge cry and roar in their ears, as if the most ancient battlefield appeared before their eyes. Their faces turned pale in an instant. Even the army trained by the methods of the divine era actually stagnated at this moment, their hearts filled with an unspeakable panic.

　　Wei Yuan saw a battle axe smashing down directly from the sky.

　　His face remained unchanged.

　　He took out the jade book from his arms and threw it lightly onto Zhurong's shrine.

　　The battle axe smashed down with anger.

　　Wei Yuan exhaled and spoke loudly, twisting his body, gathering the strength of his whole body, and pointing heavily—

　　The seventy-two methods of Disha.

　　Summoning Gods!

　　In the midst of the violent and unparalleled roar, the entire capital of the Yumin Country was shaking. The formation rose and then shattered, but the wonderful thing was that it did not affect ordinary people. All the power was absorbed by the shrine, and then, everyone heard a vast whisper in their ears:

　　"Zhurong…"

　　"If you don't wake up now, when will you wake up?"

　　ps: Second update today…………