Chapter 457: The Creation that All Gods Are Pursuing

Let’s watch the festival together!

In the night, Wan Zhuliu's voice echoed far and wide, and his strong will filled the mountains, making it impossible for anyone to ignore.

"Watch the grand ceremony together?"

The commotion spread in the mountains, and many people were attracted by the Bafang Temple. Only Long Yingchan, Long Xixiang and others frowned, guessing the court's purpose.

"May I ask King Zhenwu, what kind of sacrifice is this?"

There was a sound coming from the mountain. Some people couldn't hold it in anymore, but they also hid in the crowd of shadows and asked:

"Will the court invite me to watch the sacrifice, or will they use us as sacrifices?"

The reputation of Bafang Temple, the source of all dharma, and the mystery of immortality attracted many people present who were interested in it, but they were also quite wary.

If there is no reason for such a good thing as using oneself to save others, who would be willing to share it with others and invite colleagues from all walks of life to watch it?

Li Yuan nodded heartily.

The people in the arena at this moment are all experts in one field, and some of them have been working hard for many years. Even if the big profits are ahead, it is impossible for everyone to get carried away.

Let alone a light word?

There are many people who are excited, but there are even more people who are vigilant.

"The great sacrifice is not a blood sacrifice."

Wan Zhuliu explained lightly, without moving his eyes, he just looked at Long Yingchan and other great masters calmly:

"I know that you all have doubts, but even if the imperial court wants to strangle you, it will defeat them one by one instead of inviting you to gather together in the capital."

He spoke very straightforwardly and did not hide the contradiction between the imperial court and Jianghu, but instead made the onlookers feel a little at ease.

The friction between the imperial court and the various Taoist sects was naturally clear to those present, and if the imperial court really had the power to overthrow the various sects, it would never have happened until now.

Not to mention gathering all the sects in the world to the divine capital.

What does the court want to do?

Li Yuan recalled the information he had heard from many times and thought to himself that he had little understanding of the rituals required for the great sacrifice.

Perhaps, it’s just the grand ceremony that requires people to watch?

Or is it related to someone outside that day?

"Why?"

Long Yingchan raised his head. He didn't care about any of this. What he was worried about was why the imperial court invited people from all over the world to watch the great ceremony.

"Necessary for the big festival."

Wan Zhuliu passed it by in an understatement. He looked around the forest and revealed another secret:

"According to ancient legend, the Bafang Temple contains the method of extending life and the secret of immortality. I can tell you that the rumors are true!"

"Huh? The secret of immortality?"

"Is what King Zhenwu said true?"

"In the Bafang Temple..."

Before Wan Zhuliu finished speaking, there was already quite a stir in the mountains. The young disciples didn't realize what happened, but a group of old guys were quite moved.

Several people came out of the crowd to ask questions.

The secret of immortality...

Li Yuan became more and more shocked and suspicious.

It is unknown whether what Wan Zhuliu said is true or false, but with the endorsement of the best person in the world, the saying that there is a secret to immortality in the Bafang Temple will obviously spread quickly.

This, I really want to invite people to watch the ceremony.

"Your Majesty..."

Many people are asking questions.

Wan Zhuliu did not answer any more, he just glanced at Long Yingchan and other great masters:

"This is what I have said. Whether you believe it or not, you can decide for yourself."

Woo~

As the words echoed, his figure gradually dissipated, and finally only a wisp of sword intent remained, and in a flash, it disappeared into Taoist Tiancan's body again.

The scabby monk was standing by to protect the Dharma, but he just frowned and watched without making any move to stop him, because this wisp of sword intent had never left his body.

"Great Sacrifice to Bafang Temple."

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows and frowned.

He was prepared for what kind of counterattack Wan Zhuliu might have after drawing his sword several times, but directly announcing the grand ceremony and inviting people from all over the world to watch the ceremony was far beyond his expectations.

He was not the only one who was confused. Many elders from state-level sects in the nearby mountains and forests came over one after another, and there was endless discussion in the mountains.

"Watch the festival..."

As soon as Wan Zhuliu left, the little tiger cub had quietly left. On a mountain wall, Qin Shixian asked the old man:

"Do you always think that this matter is true or false?"

The old man was thinking, and he answered casually:

"Those who are not of my race have a heart... well, the temples, temples, and rivers and lakes are never of the same mind. If you have good deeds, how can you share the benefits with others?"

"Could it be that Wan Zhuliu wants to take this opportunity to trap the Five Great Dao Sects?"

Qin Shixian was a little eager to give it a try. If the imperial court really wanted to do this, then she would have to help out, and if Wan Zhuliu didn't say anything, the little emperor would have to be killed anyway.

"..."

The old man was speechless. He pretended not to hear, but looked at Long Yingchan, who was frowning and surrounded by people in the distance:

"It's time to meet this boy."

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Buzz~

In the dark study room, black light surged.

Wan Zhuliu slowly opened his eyes, and the dark room suddenly became bright. In the black light, the incorporeal Ink Dragon was lying on the ground, looking at the dim light blooming above the divine mouth.

In the light and shadow, a towering tree could be seen swaying crazily, and the leaves were blown by the strong wind.

"Your Majesty, why did your Majesty invite those people to watch the ceremony?"

Molong asked respectfully.

"The requirements for the great sacrifice are related to the people outside the sky..."

Wan Zhuliu casually threw the Demon-Conquering Dragon Divine Sword into the crowd of soldiers, stood up, and the surging black light submerged into his body like mist.

"Great Sacrifice to Bafang Temple."

Wan Zhuliu muttered to himself, there seemed to be a ray of silver light shining in his eyes, and a vague voice echoed in his ears:

"The Poison Dragon Academy has been dedicated to the Poison Dragon God for generations. It is one of the five caves in Tianshiyuan. The five veins of the Poison Dragon are gold, green, yellow, red, and white..."

Wan Zhuliu listened quietly.

"The Bafang Temple is a wonder of the universe. When it appeared in Tianshiyuan, it caused the stars to shake, and even gods fell, but there are still countless people pursuing it..."

Silver light flowed from Wan Zhuliu's eyes and turned into a blurry figure in the dark study:

"I am one of them."

Wan Zhuliu narrowed his eyes slightly: "What is the Bafang Temple that all the gods are looking for?"

"Wonderful wonders of the universe."

"What's the use?"

Wan Zhuliu frowned.

"Born in the universe, it contains the original principles of heaven and earth..."

The figure transformed by the silver light is very obscure:

"Perhaps the gods know..."

"God, what realm is this?"

Wan Zhuliu asked.

"God is more than realm."

The figure transformed by the silver light had a low voice that only Wan Zhuliu could hear:

"You will know later."
To be continued...