"Shh......h Luckily, people don't believe in anything that's too weird, otherwise I'd be dead if Houtu came to me......"

Styx caught the little monster and breathed a sigh of relief:

Thanks to humanity, this little thing can only be concreted, and if you really want to have some powerful concreteness, Teacher Yang Mei, who has been seriously restricting humanity, has to tear himself alive......

"Babble! Babble! ……”

The little monster fluttered in the hands of the River Styx, its wriggling tentacles were truly terrifying, and it was surrounded by an insanely unknown mysterious power.

It's exactly like some kind of little monster in the Styx books!

The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and he found a rope to tie it up, and the big mosquito that had been lying on his shoulders left and right.

"Well, you'll be my new pet."

The River Styx, who got his wish, happily led the two little pets back to Yujing Mountain.

He couldn't wait to show the little monster to Senior Brother Bai Ze and Teacher Yang Mei, and open everyone's eyes......

The River Styx went crisply, but the Terrans left behind their own legends.

A large number of storytellers who were squeezed out of his living space were finally relieved:

The great god is gone, it's time for us to appear!

But they soon found that their stories were still so mediocre that they could not arouse everyone's interest at all, and people's spiritual needs had been reduced by the Styx, which was no longer something that ordinary stories could satisfy.

No way!

Storytellers gritted their teeth and collected stories that Styx had told, then carefully tipped through them, studied them, and finally created new fictional stories.

It was from this day that the boring reality story gradually changed to a fantasy fictional story, and the Terran storytellers were forced to learn the River Styx and engage in fantasy creation.

This is an epoch-making stroke!

No matter how angry the peers are, they have to admit that this mysterious storyteller in red has opened a new door for everyone.

As a result, he was gradually regarded as an ancestor by storytellers, and his dress became a symbol of the storytelling industry:

Red clothes, dust.

A storyteller who doesn't have these two props can't eat anywhere he goes......

Inadvertently, Styx accomplished the feat of founding a sect!

……

"What a mess!"

Heavenly Emperor Zhu Rong listened to the reports of the Heavenly Officials on the recent situation of the Terrans, especially the "Strange Flow" storytelling trend that prevailed among the Terrans, and was speechless for a while......

"Dare to slander the Heavenly Emperor's clan like this, these storytellers are really bold!"

Heavenly Master Kunpeng is righteous and stern:

"The minister asks the Emperor of Heaven to issue an edict to arrest the storytellers of the human race, and then order the hope to confiscate such books that are detrimental to the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven and destroy them uniformly......"

Good fellow, [Calligraphy] huh?

Li Si and Qin Shi Huang call the insiders!

"Not really."

Zhu Rong shook his head, although he also felt that these stories were too ridiculous, but because of the absurdity, any creature who had learned the knowledge of the Immortal Dao would only laugh when he heard it, and at most he praised the author's good imagination.

As for damaging the image or something, Zhu Rong didn't care so much......

Well?

"Image-damaging?"

Zhu Rong sighed lightly, not knowing what he thought, so he smiled instead:

"Heavenly Master, pass on my order, this wind can be appropriately promoted, after all, it is the embodiment of the vitality of folk civilization, how can it be prohibited?"

Yes?

Kunpeng was stunned, he really couldn't understand this brain's circuit, this kind of folk criticism not only did not prohibit it, but encouraged it......

There's a hole in your brain, right?

Although Kunpeng was slandered, he still dutifully responded to it, and was ready to go through several decrees, publicize the innovative spirit of the Terran storytellers, and hold several literary competitions in the name of Heavenly Court......

Of course, this is just a small episode.

As for what dreams Zhu Rong secretly gave to the Fire God believers for this matter, it is not enough for outsiders.

Anyway, since then, the human race has begun wanton literary distortions of other ancestors except for the Heavenly Emperor Zhurong.

It's nothing for one or two authors to do this, but when this becomes a trend, it really affects the people's first impression of other ancestors......

……

When there is intrigue within the Wu clan, the demon clan seems to be very harmonious......

With Dijun's trip to the Sun Star, his relationship with Xihe finally ushered in a relaxation.

Although Xihe still refused to return to Heaven, when he occasionally went out to play in the wilderness, he would also call the idle Emperor Jun to accompany Taiyi.

Sister Xihe, second brother Dijun, and third brother Taiyi, took two little yellow chickens to swim in the East China Sea together.

Under the harmonious atmosphere, Xihe really lived the comfortable life he fantasized about back then:

Di Jun and Taiyi's two younger brothers caught seafood and cooked it on the beach, and when it was cooked, it was served, while Xihe just ate it and finished it.

Ji!

The two little yellow chickens glared at each other defiantly, and then stood on the huge clam shell that Xi He had just finished eating.

You come to me with a paw and peck me, and you have a lot of fun......

"This is the life of my dreams!"

Xihe stepped barefoot on the soft sea sand, blowing in the slight sea breeze, while holding a large conch to suck the soup, refreshing, red clothes fluttering, like a floating red cloud.

(Red Cloud: Don't cue)

She glanced at the two little yellow chickens fighting martial arts, and sighed to Di Jun:

"Ah Jun, your cultivation has become more and more profound, and even Da Luo Jin Immortal can be blinded by his mind, which is free from disputes."

Two little yellow chickens, one was brought back by Xihe from the Earth Immortal Realm, and the other was Yao Ji who was "socially dead".

Although Yao Ji was created by humanity, the origin is indeed the Golden Crow, and according to the original setting, her cultivation should be a quasi-saint of the second corpse.

But after all, the humanitarian strength is insufficient, and she can't pinch the quasi-saint for the time being, so Yao Ji's cultivation is only at the Daluo level.

It took Di Jun a little bit of effort to stop her spiritual intelligence, and her cultivation was also sealed, turning into a stupid little golden crow......

Although the "society died", he survived, which is the greatest mercy of Emperor Jun!

"It's nothing."

Di Jun smiled casually, picked up a little yellow chicken in one hand, and played with the two little golden crows left and right for a long time, feeling that the feeling of this "Panjin Crow" was quite wonderful......

"Taiyi, what are you muttering?"

Di Jun played with the two little golden crows, and suddenly turned his head to look at Taiyi.

"Brother, do you think Candle Jiuyin is weird lately?"

Taiyi, who was cooking seafood, muttered.

"What's weird?"

Dijun was puzzled.

Taiyi:

"As an ancestral witch, he was supposed to benefit the witch clan, but now he is promoting large-scale intermarriage between the human race and the lich in the court......"

As soon as he heard the two younger brothers mention the government, Xihe spontaneously took the two little yellow chickens away and tasted seafood quietly on the side, unwilling to listen to political affairs......

"That's a bit of a thing."

Di Jun pondered for a moment and nodded:

"Candle Nine Yin is really weird...... It feels like I've been a lot dull lately, and it's not like him. ”

The Mysterious Secret Path of the One God:

"Brother, you say...... Candle Jiuyin is so abnormal, is it because he really saw [time]......"

Di Jun's pupils shrank.

……