Chapter 1 A Dream

It was almost like a dream...

He thought.

But even if it was a dream, He didn't want to wake up.

This was a god's sacrificial ceremony. The vast starlight sprinkled down, and the Yu Ren (Winged People) girls danced, their wings lifting them into the sky. The edges of their pure white wings were stained with the afterglow of the stars, as if celestial bodies were falling into the mortal realm. Ancient songs echoed in His ears, and He quietly watched this scene. Beside Him was a close friend, and around Him were His people, singing and dancing.

The fine wine in His hand seemed to never run out.

Truly wonderful.

The man thought to himself.

He just didn't know why, but from just now, there seemed to be some noisy sounds in his ears. He frowned, but didn't pay it any mind, laughing loudly and toasting with His friend beside Him. Just as He was about to tilt His head back and drink, His vision suddenly blurred, as if something had smashed down.

It seemed to be…

An axe?

It looked a little familiar.

Hmm, it seemed to be Xing Tian’s axe. Looks like Xing Tian threw his axe over.

Just a mere axe…

The man thought absentmindedly. Such a beautiful and soothing atmosphere, laughter and fine wine put Him in a slightly tipsy, hazy state. In His arms was a beautiful maiden, smiling and full of affection, more intoxicating than fine wine. He tilted His head back to drink, wanting to kiss the Yu Ren goddess in His drunken state, then His expression suddenly froze.

Huh?!!

Wait… who?

Xing Tian’s axe?!!

It was as if something shattered in His ears, followed by a special wave of magical power, like a thousand Kui cattle dancing a tap dance with their single foot beside His ears, then raising their voices, loud enough to carry for a thousand miles, shouting in unison in a heaven-shattering roar:

“Zhu Rong!!!”

Wake up, damn it!!!

Zhu Rong, who had been asleep for thousands of years, felt His brain buzz.

The beautiful dream shattered into pieces.

The goddess in His arms disappeared without a trace.

…

Xing Tian’s battle-axe smashed down.

Wei Yuan was surrounded by millennia of unceasing gales, forcibly stabilizing himself so he wouldn't be blown away.

Outside Zhu Rong’s place of sacrifice, there was power that naturally radiated from Him, the power of one of the Four Pillars of Heaven. Wei Yuan himself could not break through such a high-level power, but Xing Tian was different. As the God of War, Xing Tian had no authority, no power.

Only strength.

A body full of muscles, a battle-axe. Old Xing of the Mountains and Seas, specializing in dealing with all kinds of fancy tricks.

With a crisp cracking sound, the outer layer of defense shattered directly.

However, most of the power of Xing Tian's axe was also dispelled.

Zhu Rong suddenly opened His eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

So it was a dream…

He was saying, how could Xing Tian…

Before the thought in His mind could fall, He saw that huge axe smashing down as if it was trying to kill Him.

He didn’t know what the feud was.

Huh??!

Zhu Rong’s expression froze. He raised His hands and crossed them, barely catching this imposing battle-axe. The enormous power overflowed, causing the entire temple to shake, then directly collapse, splitting from the middle. The house was directly torn down. The part of the battle-axe that Zhu Rong’s hands touched emitted bursts of bluish-white smoke, and cold sweat broke out on His forehead.

The Fire God excels at power, and is one of the Four Pillars of Heaven.

However, in close combat, He is not as good as the God of War and the Lord of Soldiers.

Gonggong?

That iron-headed god who directly knocked down the heavenly pillar was simply a rebel among the traditional gods.

He had just woken up and was immediately struck by an axe. No matter what, He instantly woke up. Zhu Rong threw the battle-axe on the ground. He didn’t know what kind of magic He used, but the battle-axe instantly became huge and heavy. Zhu Rong, who had been asleep for too long, slowly sat up. His face was not the beast-faced human body of the Age of Gods, but a normal, heroic man.

His eyes swept across and saw Wei Yuan, whose fingers were covered in blood.

As a god at the level of the Four Pillars, Zhu Rong quickly recognized the true spirit He had once been in contact with.

“It’s you…”

Wei Yuan cupped his hands in salute and said frankly, “Xuanyuan Hill, Wei Yuan, a member of the Yanhuang lineage of the human race.”

“I had no choice but to use this method to awaken you, God Zhu Rong.”

“Awaken…”

Zhu Rong thought of that long dream and was恍惚 for a moment. His eyes swept over the murals in the temple and saw the army outside, collapsed on the ground because of the collision of the auras of the two gods. After all, He was a god and instantly understood what had happened earlier. There was no rage on His face.

He slowly got up.

Behind Him, the vital energy was vast, transforming into the true form of a god.

Towering into the clouds, riding on two dragons.

Thus, after three breaths, the people of the entire capital prostrated themselves, even the close confidants of the Yu Lord, Gao Yang Jun, were the same. It had taken their lineage more than a thousand years to win over these warriors, but Zhu Rong made them return in just a short moment. Until the end, everyone chanted Zhu Rong’s divine name.

Unlike Shenzhou, the Yu Min Kingdom was originally a country that was born dependent on Zhu Rong.

This was the root of their culture.

In the earliest era, the area recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, most of the Mountain Classic had mountain gods and妖兽 (monster beasts), while there were no gods around the Sea Classic, but rather the various countries. Most of the original ferocious beasts were expelled and suppressed by the Gods of the Four Pillars. The arrangement of the countries in the four directions was around the sea and the Central Plains of Shenzhou, and the core area of the Central Plains was Kunlun.

After that, the Central Earth disappeared, and the Mountains and Seas were split apart.

The world where the overseas countries are now located is composed of the four lands, surrounding the sea and the Kunlun Void.

For the Yu Min Kingdom and other countries, Zhu Rong himself was both a god and a ruler. The later Yu Lord was just the initial Fire God’s sacrifice. Zhu Rong let go and allowed them to guide the people, but He did not expect that He would be designed and almost have His power split while He was sleeping.

Zhu Rong’s appearance broke the constructed lie in an extremely powerful way. Afterwards, He did not deal with the Yu Lord’s affairs. He looked at Wei Yuan and said, “It is a good thing for the Yu Min to have the heart to grow and get rid of gods and become independent, but if they steal my power and become me again, then what is the growth?”

He paused and asked, “Last time, four people came. Now only you are left?”

Wei Yuan replied, “Nü Jiao is still there.”

Meaning that Yu the Great and Qi were no longer there.

Yu the Great.

Zhu Rong subconsciously touched the socket of His left eye and said, “Yu ah, Si Wenming, this name is really wrong, but other than that, the ceremony that time was not bad…”

“Before, during the ceremony, I remember, you also made a piece of pottery.”

Wei Yuan recalled the look Nü Jiao gave him as if he were an idiot, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Um… yes, there was such a thing.”

Zhu Rong sighed, “Seeing you, I realize how time has passed.”

“But the events of the past are as clear as if they were just before a dream.”

No, remove the "as if."

For you, it really was just a big dream.

Wei Yuan was too embarrassed to say that the aura of the surrounding temple was being rebuilt. Others could not approach, and Zhu Rong waved His hand at will. A piece of pottery flew out from the temple and landed beside Wei Yuan and Him. It was in the style of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors era, but beneath the ruggedness, the light and graceful temperament of the Yu Ren was clearly revealed.

The material of the Yu Min Kingdom is different from that of the Tushan Tribe and Xuanyuan Hill.

Therefore, the pottery created in the end also has a different texture.

Wei Yuan’s fingers gently caressed this thing that he had once created.

He felt a trace of familiar aura, and then displayed the supernatural power he had first learned. The past experiences of this object flashed before his eyes—being sacrificed to, being worshipped, and even being treated as a divine artifact of Zhu Rong, receiving honor in one sacrifice after another, staying in the very center position.

And because of the records on it, the Yu Ren dance of the Age of Gods was restored.

Starlight sprinkled down like rain.

The scenes before Wei Yuan's eyes flashed by, as if he had seen thousands of years in an instant.

Finally, he saw the sacrifice where this pottery was created. At that time, although he himself was blamed by Nü Jiao, he was still dragged away to participate in the grand ceremony of the kingdom under the command of the Southern Fire God, Zhu Rong. The Yu Min Kingdom, the Zhou Rao Kingdom, the San Miao Kingdom, the Guan Xiong Kingdom, all the people of the lands recorded in the Southern Overseas Classic came to participate.

They wore masks decorated with flames on their faces, singing and dancing, meaning that regardless of their own race, today they were all subjects of the Fire God Zhu Rong, able to have fun with other races. Yuan and Nü Jiao also wore masks, but Nü Jiao was worried about Yu and went back early, finally telling him before leaving that he could wander around at will.

But remember not to provoke those other races.

But don’t be afraid if you get into trouble, go back and find them.

As for that pottery, it was just casually placed on a stall for display.

The Zhu Rong Grand Sacrifice was quite lively, and all kinds of goods from various countries were available. Even the goods of the Tushan Clan were seen. Finally, Yuan saw a feather decoration with a very Yu Min custom, bent down and looked at it with interest, and behind him, a woman with a noble temperament walked by, leading a little girl who was also wearing a mask.

Yuan subconsciously raised his head, and in the middle, a merchant from the San Miao Kingdom carrying goods walked by, shouting loudly.

He turned his head to look at the stall owner of the Yu Min Kingdom.

"How many stone coins is this feather decoration? Ten Xuanyuan Hill stone coins, is that okay?"

The young craftsman from the Tushan Tribe was rummaging through the materials and asked with great interest:

"The patterns of the feathers can be used on pottery as decoration."

Behind him, the little girl in the triple white dress retracted her gaze, stretched out her finger and touched the pottery, her voice soft and quiet.

"Can I exchange this pottery for jade?"

"The patterns are very beautiful."

"This is not okay…" The girl who was entrusted to look after the pottery said regretfully:

"This was made by a guest from the Central Plains, and the priest has decided to keep it."

"Are you kidding me." The stall owner selling feathers shook his head repeatedly: "These are the most beautiful feathers of the goshawk, how can you buy them with so few stone coins, even the stone coins from Xuanyuan Hill are not enough, you have to add some more."

The woman beside the little girl gently bent down and said, "If you want it, little sister, you can choose some others, there are many other jade and pottery here." The Yu Min girl also apologetically recommended some other jade, but the masked little girl never liked them, and finally shook her head and said:

"Then never mind, Sister Xuan Nu, let's go."

Xuan Nu said helplessly, "Alright."

"What else do you like, take a look."

"Okay."

Xuan Nu led this last, and still unnamed, Heavenly Maiden of Kunlun Mountain into the brightly lit crowd, and behind them, the young man who finally got the異獸 (strange beast) feathers to his satisfaction stood up and patted the dust off his clothes.

In the world of Mountains and Seas, all kinds are the same, and people and gods brush past each other, without realizing it, and blend into the crowd.

This was just an unremarkable day in the past memories.

But it was also imprinted by the pottery.

The connection between you and me had already begun in the past.

The scenes before Wei Yuan’s eyes disappeared. God Zhu Rong looked at him, “You seem to have seen something?”

Wei Yuan nodded, feeling a sudden urge to return to the mortal world immediately. He looked at Zhu Rong and said:

“God Zhu Rong, can I have this pottery?”

“I can make you a new one.”

…

At this time.

God Xing Tian discovered that his axe had been detained.

It couldn’t fly back at all.

Xing Tian fell silent, and the logic of his brain, which had lost its head, began to operate—

You challenge me.

And then you conveniently take my axe?!!

Even Xuanyuan wasn’t this crazy!

If I don’t give you a taste today, you won’t know where the title of God of War comes from!

After a moment of silence, Xing Tian picked up his shield and ran dozens of miles in one breath, but then felt that something was missing in his right hand.

Xing Tian pondered.

He turned and ran back to Changyang Mountain.

He conveniently picked up a huge pottery vat next to him that was half-filled with salt.

He pinched it.

He strode out of Changyang Mountain.

ps: Today’s first chapter…