I've been asked what people are. Sorcerers are also human beings, but why can they approach God?

Why, the deeds done by the ancestors can benefit the children and grandchildren, cultivate the magic, and soar to become immortals. No matter how hard you try, you can only be a human being, struggling at the bottom.

I don't know, and I can't even figure it out, because I was born with a great sacrifice wine, and I was born with a power that others don't have. The knowledge, ability, and magic of the Great Sacrificial Wine of the past dynasties will be passed on to me when I was seven years old, and the resources that will never be scarce plus the knowledge accumulated over countless years will be like this, and everything should be like this when I ascend to the Heavenly Realm at the age of twenty.

It seems that I never thought about why I could become an immortal, but others couldn't.

Why can I have power that others don't?

In the center of this Great Zhou, it was once the national capital. I can transcend time, I can turn things around, bring the dead back to life, revive plants and trees, it seems that really, I can be called a god.

Only in the Prison Immortal Prison, a place that suppresses all the power that I should not have, can I find the real me, and understand why that person and a sword came from Western Qin to this pickaxe capital.

It's unwillingness, it's anger, and it's despair.

It was filled with the anger in the prison prison, as if I had experienced it decades ago.

That year, it seemed to be six years old.

, who has not yet changed his name to Shaodian, accompanied the previous Shaodian to ride in an ordinary carriage and travel around countries.

I have seen the snow of Yan and the flowers of Chu, and heard the vastness of Qi and the sadness of Qin.

After inspecting the country one by one, the face of the old sacrificial wine became more and more ugly.

A few times, when he looked back, his eyes were so unfamiliar.

It contains anger, despair, sadness, and reluctance.

Sometimes, the old sacrificial wine sleeping in the carriage will shed tears in his dreams.

I wiped the corners of the cloth on my body little by little. Then, the old sacrificial wine hugged him and put him in his warm arms and fell asleep.

The two of them and a carriage traveled throughout Kyushu in a year.

Even the four barbarians in the south, east, and west did not miss it.

I still remember that when I left Dongyi, the old sacrificial wine seemed to be relieved, and said to himself with a smile.

In a few months, you will be a young man, don't forget what you saw and heard along the way. Protect the Terrans, even if they are barbarians in the eyes of the world, as long as he is a Terran, you will protect them with your heart. The people in this world depend on your efforts.

At that time, I didn't understand at all what it meant to be a living in the world, and what was the meaning of protecting the human race. It's just that he didn't dare to disobey the words of the old sacrificial wine, so he nodded vigorously and signaled that he had written it down.

When approaching Hojing, the old sacrificial wine stuffed himself with a small piece of dead wood, so that he should not tell anyone.

When he got home, he tied the little piece of dead wood with a rope and hung it around his neck. It hasn't been taken off for decades.

On the third day of my return, I turned seven years old.

Hostas, jade pendants, jade bracelets, jade rings, jade knives, jade mirrors and other jade items are hung in pieces.

The nurse and aunt were in tears and touched their faces over and over again.

Then I put on my own costume and accompanied myself to the mountains outside of Hokyo, which I hadn't been in since I was born.

Men dressed in animal skins and holding wooden staff stood on both sides of the mountain road, leading to the secret hall at the top of the mountain.

Countless stone carvings and statues of various colors tell the scenes from Pangu opening the sky to King Yu's control of water.

In the highest secret hall, a large stone platform is placed in the center, and the other smaller stone platforms are placed in turn, posing similar to the Big Dipper in the sky.

The heads of the major families in Hojing, the high-ranking officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the various clans of the Ji family. According to the seniority and status, they are listed in all directions of the main hall from near to far.

The old priest smiled and said a bunch of things that he couldn't understand at the time. Holding himself in both hands, his rough palms did not have the appearance of a high sacrifice wine.

The old sacrificial wine rubbed his face against his face, and pressed his forehead against his forehead. Then he smiled and placed himself on the largest stone platform in the middle.

The most intimate women of the house, such as aunts and nurses, as well as the old priests, were undressed and naked, and lay down on the smaller stone beds.

No one laughed, no one looked at them strangely, and everyone's faces were as serious as stone sculptures. Only a few people have a sadness in their eyes that others don't have.

With an order, three thousand white horses outside the hall were beheaded at the same time, and the Big Dipper in the sky emitted a rich purple light.

An hour has passed.

Everything is silent.

There are no aunts, nurses, or old sacrificial wines in the world. Only the seven-year-old boy who suddenly understood a lot of depth.

Who can you accuse of that anger?