The night is over

On the horizon, the last of the night faded into the sky, and wisps of morning light pierced through the sea of clouds from the vermilion fireball in the distance and fell on the earth.

On this day, Xiao Shu was solemn, the autumn was crisp, the sky was not yet bright, and soldiers stood at the entrances of important streets, checking the occasional passers-by. At the gate of every house, there are incense tables at this time, and under the dim light, you can see the people inside, excited and uneasy.

The national teacher is finally in place, and he is about to open the altar and pray for rain in the sky.

Taixuan has been in drought for too long, even if he is on the bank of a big river, the country is a little unbearable. It is said that in the land of the four realms, there have been several cities that have rebelled, and there are even rebels mixed with thieves wandering around the country, swords and soldiers are everywhere, and the people are not happy. They prayed desperately for a heavy rain to relieve the drought that had been going on for years.

In the palace, the army was dressed in iron armor and brocade clothes, and stood solemnly with swords. The emperor sat in the middle of the imperial court, without saying a word, with twelve crowns, ribbons tied with chins, and his ears drooped, wearing a crown robe, a black shirt, a vermilion bottom, and twelve chapter patterns.

Huagai movement, countless feather forest troops gathered around the imperial opinion.

Taiyuan Daoist is still wearing a silver robe, a hairpin bundle, following behind the emperor's imperial opinion, behind him are the Black Water Boy and Longshan. As early as a few days ago, he had been officially crowned as a national teacher, and this time it was nine days later. It is also the request of Taiyuan Dao people, and after nine days, sacrifice to the sky and ask for rain.

Farther away from the major buildings in the surrounding Yujing City, there are countless desperate people who pay their respects from the outside.

Divine majesty

"Boom" broke through the earth like a cannon nine sounds, and suddenly the drum music was loud, the bell rang in unison, and some people shouted: "Get up"

"Hooray"

The civil and military officials shouted for a while, and at this time, when the dragons, the four gods, the four desecrations, the five mountains, and the twenty-eight suqi marched forward in the music, they stepped out of the palace, and this condensed majesty permeated out.

A huge wave of sound rushed into the sky, drinking through the sky. To the surprise of the Taiyuan Daoists, with the shouts of these civil and military officials, a milky white power of faith that ordinary people could not see rushed out from above their heads and blessed the emperor.

There are pure white, even more white and yellow, and a hint of bright yellow, and even the Taiyuan Daoist saw a wisp of pale black power falling above the emperor with the power of many beliefs from a Wenchen who bowed his head and bowed.

At this moment, the emperor in a dragon robe seemed to emerge out of thin air with an invisible momentum, incomparably majestic and sacred. It's hard to look at it directly.

"The god of the sheji?"

A silver-white light flashed in the eyes of the Taiyuan Dao people. As the world says, the people of a city can be crowned a god, the people of a place can cast a city god, and the land of a country can cast a community. The god of Sheji, the god of the founding of the country, the right Sheji, the left temple, the ruler of all beings.

"It's just a mortal son of heaven, and he can't be the god of society"

After a moment, Taiyuan Daoren shook his head in his heart.

In his gaze, a trace of milky white faith power invisible to ordinary people came from all directions like a sea, surrounding the void around the emperor, but the emperor's body was like an arc-shaped invisible funnel, allowing this surging power of faith like a long river to pour, but it could not be condensed into a force

The milky power vibrated invisibly above the sky, surrounding the emperor. Like rootless water, the power of faith comes quickly, but it is lost faster.

With the condensation of Taiyuan Daoren's eyesight, faintly, he saw in the depths of an invisible dark void that the power of faith on the earth like a long river rushed into the underworld void, revolving around the emperor's life star, a light purple star, but this light purple star could not condense the gathered power of faith into dragon qi at all, and could only passively accept the baptism of the power of faith in this Dao. Most of them dissipated into the dark void

The will of the people is faith, so it is

After observing for a long time, gradually, Taiyuan Dao people also saw some doorways. The people's heart is faith, and the power of faith is, in the final analysis, just a trace of sustenance and manifestation in the hearts of all the people. Only the extremely powerful beings of the divine soul can see, utilize, collect, and even absorb

After a moment, Taiyuan Daoren withdrew his gaze.

After all, it is a mortal country, without a dragon vein, it cannot become a climate. It is simply impossible to refine the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven like the Qi Luck Dynasty, dominate the hearts of the people with the dragon qi golden seal, and turn the Yun Dynasty into a lucky dynasty.

The group walked out of the palace and walked into the periphery of the imperial city.

At this moment, all the people who had been prepared for a long time unanimously shouted, after the incense case, the mountains shouted and the tsunami shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

The overwhelming sound of "long live", with a rolling torrent, concentrated on the emperor. Haoran's power is like a raging wave, wave after wave. The majestic Cheng dù made the Taiyuan Taoist people change color. A hint of shock flashed in his indifferent eyes.

"What a force this is, almost as close to the true God"

The silver light in his eyes sparkled, looking at the black crowd on both sides, among the people who worshipped one by one, a wisp of faith power flew into the sky, turning into a wave of Peng Bai above the Yujing City.

The Son of Heaven inspected, punished the evil and retreated

At this moment, countless powerhouses who were probing this side were rushed by this force, and their blood and qi suddenly gushed out. The light ones have disordered breath, and the heavy ones are severely damaged by the power of the people

"This is the realm of the true God, the power of faith"

In the Xuan Realm, next to the Divine Spring, a huge water mirror stands, through the eyes of Taiyuan Dao people, the things outside, Jun Nameless Cave is like watching the fire. At this point, he finally understood some of those faith cultivators.

The Word of Faith. This is an extremely fast way of cultivation, the people of a city can be crowned gods, and the people of the whole country can be kings. It's really not an empty phrase. Although belief in God is the weakest of the gods, it is almost the same as faith, and faith is born, and God is born. When faith is extinguished, God sleeps.

But for those cultivators whose path has come to an end, it is not a ray of life.

Immortality is the pursuit of all cultivators

But it's a pity that in the land of the Northern Regions, the major dynasties have all the strength behind them. It's not something that ordinary cultivators can reach. Once a god of faith is born, it is not a surrender, only the major forces in the fallen northern region will not allow the birth of a god of faith who is not in control.

The Temple of Heaven is near, and the sound of bells and drums is clearer, and the civil and military officials who greet them are arranged on both sides of the high Temple of Heaven according to their official positions and titles, bowing down to greet them.

Taking advantage of the public opinion to land, the emperor came out with his hands, and at this moment the music rang to the sky, and the ceremonial official shouted: "Your Majesty xià ascends the altar to worship the sky"

The Temple of Heaven is built in such a grand way that it seems to stand above the white clouds. The clouds are shrouded. Nine hundred and ninety-nine white stone steps are derived from below, and the steps are covered with ancient patterns.

The emperor froze down, looked up at the sky, stepped forward, and led the civil and military officials step by step from the white stone steps,

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