There are a total of 360 steps from the Hanging Sun Gate of the palace to the Immortal Platform.
"The wish of a prosperous life, the emperor invites immortals——"
As Wen Yongxing's old and powerful voice shouted, under the attention of all the people, amidst the thundering war drums, the absolute protagonist of the picture finally appeared.
It was a solemn and luxurious ceremonial robe, embroidered with the most extraordinary nine dragon pattern.
There was an ancient bronze sword hanging on his waist, and the same ancient crown on his head.
As long as the position is correct and the identity is correct, it doesn't matter if the sword in your hand is fake or real.
Han Dongwen followed the movements rehearsed by Taishu Pavilion and raised his sword to the sky.
The screen passed by in vain, and a series of cuts began to intersect in a chaotic manner.
It’s not just a time to invite immortals for the New Year.
It’s not just Simeng.
The normally noisy main pier of Blood Harbor was heavily guarded. Nine huge black sailboats, hoisted with skull bandit flags, gathered in a huge stone altar.
The altar was already hanging in the air, floating in the center surrounded by the bows of nine sailboats.
On top of the huge altar, there was an extraordinary bald man, holding an inconspicuous compass in his hand, looking into the distance at the sea level.
"Sacrifice to the God of the Sea! Sacrifice to the God of the Sea!"
The crowd was shouting wildly next to him. He smiled ferociously for a moment, then grabbed one of the crew members guarding behind him, kicked it to the ground, and threw the compass in his hand in front of the crew members.
The next second, the sharp knife in his hand was already raised towards the crew.
"Sacrifice to the Poseidon."
His commanding voice sounded like a mixture of strong wine and gunpowder, fierce and strong.
The screen flashed, and more countries were quickly edited past.
Tilda can be seen in the wind and snow, looking at Gascon's huge ice withers being sent into Simeng Eagle City.
Behind her is the bishop of the Catholic Church who has been incorporated into the Grand Duke's residence, welcoming the people and holding a grand mass.
You can see the high priest of Zuling Kingdom surrounding a huge bonfire, wearing a weird bone mask, and dancing ancient dance steps.
The great sage who could see Olimar was holding a golden scepter in his hand, using the tip of the scepter to pierce the chest of the slave kneeling on the ground in front of him with his head covered.
Each scene lasts only a few seconds, so you can't help but stare at it for fear of missing any details.
The last thing that enters the picture is the familiar white cat mask.
"Father, the time has come."
Gao's voice sounded from behind the mask. The camera zoomed away from his mask, and what he saw was a very high balcony.
What is placed in the balcony is not a throne, but a gorgeous bed.
Sick bed.
A middle-aged man with skin as red as copper and hair as white as silver was lying on the bed, raising his hands to look at the sky.
"Today, I will become a god!"
His wild voice echoed through the night sky, and among the ink-like nebulae, a flickering beam of light suddenly dropped, almost turning the world into dazzling white!
The divine light is like a sword, and the heaven and earth are like a huge sword array at this moment, breaking through all obstacles!
The lens disappeared into the dazzling white. After a while, the white that re-entered the frame became a light shaking on the water.
It's like putting the divine light between heaven and earth into a small wine glass.
It is the ancestral hall of the Simeng Emperor’s Mausoleum.
The wine glass was in Han Dongwen's hand.
"The Jiang family in the Tianchi Palace, who respected her filial piety and upbringing, was respectful and diligent, and her mother Yi Simeng. Now, in accordance with Simeng's filial piety and virtuous book, Dongwen, the emperor's loving edict, has appointed Jiang family as the principal concubine, and she has been enthroned in the middle palace. It brings benefits to future generations and subjects without borders for hundreds of millions of years. It is soft and far-reaching, it can support the common people, it is the benefit of the four seas, and it is the heart of the whole world. It protects the country before it is in danger and governs it before it is in chaos. It lives up to the wishes of the ancestors of the country. Period. Announce it to the world, and the envoys will hear about it!"
The New Year's greeting ceremony has obviously ended safely. The tray with the exquisite silver cup was placed in front of Han Dongwen, and Wen Yongxing's greetings echoed in the solemn soundtrack.
Han Dongwen and Jiang Keyin beside him had already raised their first glass of wine.
"Etiquette - tell heaven and earth piously, Tao governs the universe, and governs human relations internally!"
Wen Yongxing read loudly, and Han Dongwen raised the wine glass above his head.
The next second, the screen flashed and returned to the sea.
It was the four merchant ships that sailed out of Simeng Port.
On the merchant ship of the Zuling Kingdom, the merchant envoy Ulat looked at the person standing opposite him with a pale face.
It was a child, holding a delicate pen in his hand and waving it decisively in front of his face.
"Ma Liang's Paintings: Impermanence!"
A shrill ghostly cry suddenly rose, and the merchant ship burst into dazzling flames on the ink-black sea and sank into the sea in despair.
"Etiquette - tell the ancestral temple sincerely, only remember the instructions of the ancestors, and live up to the expectations!"
Han Dongwen raised his second glass of wine and respectfully bowed to the Linlang tablet in front of him with Jiang Keyin.
In the same sea area, Maratanio, the merchant envoy of the white army, held a sharp knife in his hand, but he was panting and unable to hold on.
Standing in front of him was a disheveled old man and a girl with skin as fair as porcelain.
"The poison has penetrated into my bones."
The old man laughed strangely, and there was no one left alive on the whole ship.
The girl on the side had no expression on her face, grabbed the lantern on the wall next to her, and smashed it on the floor.
The lamp oil and flames instantly spread across the deck, engulfing everything.
"Etiquette - tell all the people to accept God's wishes and look up to them and worship them!"
Han Dongwen raised the third glass of wine to his chest and drank it.
The same shot of cutting back and forth flashed, blood spurted out of Olimar's He Su's mouth, and a silver gun was inserted deeply into his chest, and the handle of the gun was submerged in his flesh and blood.
"burn."
A masked woman holding a gun spoke with a cold tone, and the firelight all over the sky outlined her slender figure, leaving lingering traces of fire in the dark night.
"Etiquette - the auspiciousness of the dragon and phoenix, to harmonize the relationship!"
With the last glass of wine in his hand, Han Dongwen finally turned his head and looked at Jiang Keyin in front of him.
"You are extraordinarily beautiful today."
he said softly.
Jiang Keyin showed a perfect smile: "I know."
She gently took a step towards Han Dongwen and raised the wine in her glass: "Ke'er's mission to help His Highness is complete. I wonder what's going on now?"
"at the moment……"
Han Dongwen paused for a moment and looked at the swaying wine in the glass.
The picture flashed by, but it was the last boat.
Mianjiang Merchant Group, the ocean current of the emperor.
There was a man's figure standing on a small boat next to the merchant ship.
"The last time I came to Haizhou was seven years ago."
Zhong Lilin's figure appeared in the picture. He turned his head and looked to his side, but what appeared was not the officers and soldiers of the Third Division.
He is an addicted young man and a stranger!
"Your Highness has given me this opportunity, and I will be able to do it today."
Zhong Lilin took a deep breath, drew his sword and pointed it at the merchant ship of the Mianjiang Merchant Group beside him.
"Come aboard!"
shout.
Fight.
Noisy sounds came in confusion, but it was not as smooth as the previous ships.
"court death!"
Zhan Taiyi's figure stood solemnly in mid-air, glaring angrily at the Simeng stranger in front of him.
"You are seeking death! Offend the Poseidon!"
He roared angrily, and a crazy storm gathered around him.
But a figure rushed straight towards him from the deck.
Indulge yourself!
Zhan Taiyi suddenly took action, and a stream of cyan water shot out majestically, but a trace of sarcasm flashed across Young Master Sunzhen's face.
The next second, there was a bright crisp sound, and the sand jade waistband flew out from the arms of Young Master Su Shen, and lit up with a dazzling light in the air.
Adjutant Bowen's wandering spirit consumption activates God's Punishment!
The huge light prison suddenly locked Zhan Taiyi, trapping him and Shen Yanshao firmly in place.
"If you don't overestimate your capabilities, die!"
Zhan Taiyi didn't say any nonsense, he raised his hand and killed Master Shen in an instant.
But the light prison was still there, and his expression gradually changed from angry to stunned, and finally, he showed an extremely horrifying look of surprise.
"Snapped!"
The light prison was shattered, but no other strangers or Zhong Lilin were found on the merchant ship of the Mianjiang Merchant Group.
Zhan Taiyi was gritting his teeth and looking around, when suddenly his whole body stagnated in place, staring blankly at the sea, trembling faintly.
On the dark sea, in the direction of the other three merchant ships, dazzling and deadly flames lit up.
"Should go well."
The camera returned to the Siyang Ancestral Hall, Han Dongwen smiled, and drank the wine in the glass with Jiang Keyin.
"Although Ke'er has some speculations, I still want to ask Your Highness, how could you make such a bold decision?"
As the wine smeared on her cheeks, Jiang Keyin's face was stained with a hint of red.
Han Dongwen let out a sigh of relief.
He looked at Jiang Keyin, but his eyes seemed to have penetrated his concubine in front of him, looking further and further away.
"When the four of them voted, they all chose to go."
Her charming eyes are as silky as silk, and her red lips greet her.
Jiang Keyin stepped forward and kissed Han Dongwen's lips.
Faced with this abrupt and disrespectful move, Han Dongwen hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and gently hugged her waist.
The screen faded to black, and the ritual music began to play, but there were no gongs and drums, no chorus singing, and no sonatas.
Only a pipa, which was inserted into the music at an unknown time, was left, playing the tune of this ritual music alone.
It seemed to play for a long time, but then it seemed to stop suddenly.
Only the sound is left, leaving a bit of melancholy.
[Volume 2: The Tribulation of Kings, End]
