Hiding a hundred miles away.
Lin Zhan and the young Taoist Zhang Haoming, protected by a group of powerful elders, watched the lightning-shrouded military base with heartache.
"Brother-in-law, how much money would it cost to build such a well-equipped military base? If these old guys ruin it all, can this place still be inhabited?"
The young Taoist calculated earnestly and said:
"Big brother, such a large military base, and a training ground, cultivation rooms, dormitories, with three layers of defense inside and out, plus various arrow towers and watchtowers, that would cost a fortune. Let's just say, building such a military base would mean my brother and I have worked for two months for free."
"Alas, making money is too slow. It takes two months to earn enough to build a military base. We still need to work harder."
Lin Zhan sighed, saying regretfully.
The young Taoist nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, we still need to work harder."
The people around, suppressing their anger, looked at these two shameless fellows, wishing they could dig them up and bury them.
Lin Shan clenched his fists and said, "Second Uncle, why do I want to punch these two little bastards to death?"
Lin Wufa glared at Lin Zhan, then turned to Lin Shan and said:
"Are you a tiger? These two are our family's cubs. No matter how much they earn, it's still ours, isn't it?"
Hearing Lin Wufa's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but think.
That's right, we all work for Boss Lin, and with a boss who can make money, our welfare and benefits will naturally be higher. What's there to be unhappy about?
As they thought about it, they felt much better.
Just as everyone started to smile, a thunderous roar came from the military base.
"Rumble, rumble."
Countless bolts of lightning struck the military base.
"Great Fireball."
With two angry roars, two more giant fireballs plummeted down from the sky, embedding deeply into the ground.
Following this were nine giant bronze cauldrons, manipulated by Da Yu, forming a mysterious formation in mid-air.
Phantoms of the Nine Provinces of Huaxia emerged from the nine cauldrons, with countless common people led by ancestors wearing imperial crowns.
They fought against all races, hunted in the great wilderness, conquered the heavens, farmed and fished, and nurtured their homeland.
"In the vast wilderness, there is the Huaxia tribe.
Heaven and Earth do not perish, heritage does not extinguish.
Long river, majestic Huaxia.
Battles in the heavens, vicissitudes of all races."
The great figures watching the phantom evolved by the nine cauldrons were instantly filled with passion.
Chang Ruo, a thousand meters tall, looked at the image evolved by the nine cauldrons and exchanged glances with his son.
Instantly, they unleashed their full strength without reservation.
Layers of space began to shatter, and the tribulation lightning of destiny that had been silently gathering in the sky finally descended.
Above Chang Ruo and Cao Yu, an imperial seal formed by the power of destiny appeared, blocking all the tribulation lightning.
In the Xuanbird Mountain of the Great Shang Ancestral Court, Zi Qi opened his eyes again.
He shouted into the void, "I, Zi Qi of the Great Shang, have a son. Today, he ascends to the imperial throne. Zi Tang, when will you ascend if not now?"
The voice of Zi Qi, the founder of Great Shang, transcended the void and resounded through all races.
Shang Tang heard the voice of his ancestor, broke through the void, and appeared in Lin Zhan's base with Shang Jiawei and Zhu Gui.
Shang Jiawei, seeing the state of his two ancestors, also unleashed his full strength, his imperial peak majesty shaking the heavens.
Shang Tang walked step by step into the phantom of the nine cauldrons.
With each step, he transformed. By the time Shang Tang entered the formation of the nine cauldrons, he had become a thousand-meter-tall giant, naked from the waist up, wearing animal skins.
Shang Tang endured the baptism of the tribulation lightning and began to chant.
"Heaven's decree, the black bird descended and gave birth to Shang.
Dwelling in Yin's vast land, the ancient emperor commanded King Tang, and established order in the four directions."
A token flew from Zi Qi's hand, crossed the void, and landed above Shang Tang's head.
"I, in the name of the Human Race's Ancient Emperor, Fire Master, bestow upon Prince Tang of Shang the position of Human Race Emperor."
"With destiny as witness, Shang Tang ascends to the imperial throne."
Zi Qi's voice echoed through the heavens.
The power of destiny of the human race condensed another imperial crown and placed it on Shang Tang's head.
The fluctuations of Shang Tang's advancement to the imperial throne also awakened countless old monsters who were in slumber.
In the depths of the void, a pair of eyes, a thousand meters long, opened again:
"It's that little fellow Zi Qi. It seems the human race has the upper hand in this war of all races."
"Haha, it's a good thing I had foresight and had a descendant sign a contract with the Great Shang Emperor's son. This time, our Mingya tribe can safely pass through the war of all races."
Shang Tang finally successfully ascended to the imperial throne, becoming the fourth existing emperor of the human race.
Zi Qi's token appeared above the grand tomb in the base. With a flash of light, the entire tomb was absorbed into the token's space.
"Now, the Dead Spirit race colludes with extraterrestrial evil spirits, disrupting the destiny of our heavens. For this crime, their entire race shall be punished."
"Issue my imperial decree..."
Zi Qi's voice resounded through the heavens again.
"Fire Master, wait! Imperial decrees cannot be issued lightly. Listen to us first."
Two voices, equally resounding through the heavens, interrupted Zi Qi's words.
Zi Qi's soul projection walked out of the Great Shang Ancestral Court and entered the void.
Simultaneously, projections from the God Race and the Demon Race also emerged, forming a triangle with Zi Qi.
"Fire Master, this matter was committed by the necromancers within the Dead Spirit race. The entire race should not be implicated."
The words of the Great Emperor of the God Race were not only addressed to Zi Qi but also served as an explanation to all the heavens and races.
Afterward, the voices of the three were shielded, and their conversation was not heard by the heavens.
Lin Zhan, with a shocked expression, tugged at Zhu Gui beside him and said:
"Ancestor, who are these two? And wasn't our ancestor lying in a coffin? How did he get out early?"
Zhu Gui casually slapped Lin Zhan on the head and said:
"How can you speak like that? He is our direct ancestor. Besides, our ancestor is not released early; this is just a trace of his soul projection, with no combat power, just putting on an act."
"As for those two, they are peak Great Emperors from the God Race and the Demon Race, ancient figures from the same era as our ancestor. When these three big shots have a meeting, they can't just shout from inside a coffin, right? Having three soul projections makes it look more imposing."
Lin Zhan nodded blankly and said, "So, all these ancestors like to put on airs too."
Zhu Gui rolled his eyes at Lin Zhan and said:
"How long have you been out in society? Let me tell you, the older the generation, the more they like to put on airs and save face. These old geezers are very cunning. Just watch, the Undead race will definitely push out the Necromancer race as cannon fodder. Our ancestor is now negotiating with them on how to maximize profits."