The formation, as thin as cicada wings and like an upside-down jade bowl, completely enveloped Chaoge Inner City, a place where dignitaries gathered.
It was a completely different world from the outside world. The aura was so rich that it could almost turn into water.
If you live here for a long time, even a pig can become a spirit, and it will grow very well.
In the northwest corner of the inner city, in a house that can only be of medium size, there is an unpretentious pavilion.
Wen Zhong, wearing linen clothes and a wooden hairpin in his hair, knelt down behind a desk with a gloomy expression.
When the new king ascended the throne, he rose from being the commander-in-chief of the Great Shang Dynasty to the Grand Master in charge of internal affairs and military affairs.
The disciples of various religions who wander in the secular world are theoretically within his jurisdiction.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he has all the power in the world. Even someone like the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao must be somewhat afraid of him.
But his mood has become heavier and heavier recently. As the guardian of Dashang, his personal luck is connected with the luck of the dynasty. Recently, he clearly feels that the luck of the Shang Dynasty is declining rapidly.
He couldn't figure out why everything he had been doing so well before suddenly became like this. Before he left Chaoge, he went to see his master, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, to seek answers, but ultimately returned without success.
"No matter what, first recruit enough colleagues to prepare for emergencies."
He secretly thought.
Soon, his face turned gloomy again.
On the one hand, although there are many monks in the world, those who are capable either pursue freedom and focus on the mountains and rivers, or they already belong to a sect.
The difficulty of recruitment is not ordinary.
On the other hand, the war between Dashang and the princes of Beihai was still going on, so he could not stay too long in Chaoge.
A few months passed in the blink of an eye.
Wen Zhong came back from Beihai, and this time his face was even more gloomy.
During this period of time, he did recruit a lot of talents, but unfortunately most of them were Xuanxian and below, and there were no Golden Immortals.
In this world where golden immortals are everywhere, there is nothing.
With a sigh, Wen Zhong stood up and left the house. After a few breaths, he came to the palace.
But he was told that the king went hunting outside the city.
…………
In a mountain range 1,700 miles south of Chaoge City, Cao Yi was sitting at a stone table with a chessboard placed on the table.
Cao Yi no longer had the calmness of the past. During this period, he devoted himself to the cultivation of the law of time and entered the long river of time many times. Due to insufficient cultivation, he almost fell into the infinite cycle of time. Although he finally returned , but also paid a big price, the origin was slightly damaged.
Opposite the stone table, the nine-headed bird with gray hair and wrinkled skin clenched his teeth tightly and his face turned red.
She is also practicing the law of time.
She, whose cultivation was worse, had to pay a much higher price than Cao Yi.
Cao Yi put his hand on the head of the nine-headed bird.
The nine-headed bird's white hair turned black little by little, and its skin gradually became rosy and firm.
This is not healing, this is reversing time.
Cao Yi's body shook a bit and his face looked a little bad.
"Taoist Priest, are you okay?"
Nine-headed Bird asked with concern.
"I'm fine, you can go down."
Cao Yi shook his head and said.
The nine-headed bird cupped its hands and retreated.
Cao Yi felt extremely sleepy, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Hundreds of miles away, Zi Shou, the leader of the Great Shang Dynasty, known as King Zhou in later generations, rode a very vigorous dragon horse and chased his prey, guarded by dozens of guards.
"Where has the nine-tailed fox gone?"
Zishou reined in the horse and looked around.
The nine-tailed fox is the king of the fox clan and is naturally charming.
Zi Shou has always hoped to get one.
The guards tentatively attacked for hundreds of miles around, forcing out many spiritual beasts, but none of them were nine-tailed foxes.
Zishou released his spiritual thoughts, searched back and forth, and suddenly caught a familiar mental wave.
He immediately chased after him on horseback.
The guards quickly caught up.
Soon, Zishou and his party arrived at a place less than two hundred miles away from Cao Yi.
The nine-tailed fox was lost again.
"Your Majesty, something seems wrong."
An older guard's expression changed slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Zi Shou said in astonishment.
The elderly guard closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then the expression on his face turned into confusion, "Did I make a mistake?"
“What a fuss”
Zishou rode out again.
A petite red shadow was soon spotted.
"Nine-tailed Fox"
The son was overjoyed.
Immediately afterwards, something that shocked him happened. The nine-tailed fox's red fur that looked like flames turned white, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Your Majesty, get out of here quickly"
the older guard yelled.
Zi Shou turned around and saw that all the dozens of guards had become extremely old, with their skin wrinkled like old tree bark.
There was a thud and all the guards fell down.
"this"
Zi Shou's face turned ugly.
At this moment, the dragon and horse under him whined and fell down.
Zishou was thrown out.
Landed by a small lake.
His face immediately froze.
In the lake, he has white hair and is older than his deceased father.
"how so?"
He got up in fear and ran towards Chaoge lifelessly.
After running no more than two miles, he fell to the ground again.
He checked his body and found that the spiritual energy in his body had dried up.
"Whoever plots against me, get out of here"
He raised his head and said angrily.
No one responded, and there was silence.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour later, when Zi Shou was extremely anxious, something happened.
His body regained its youth little by little, and the dried spiritual energy returned.
Without any hesitation, Zi Shou ran towards Chao Ge with all his strength.
"King"
"King"
…
Dozens of guards who recovered at the same time chased after him.
There are still ten miles away from Chaoge.
Wen Zhong, who was riding Mo Qilin, appeared in mid-air. Seeing Zi Shou and his party in a state of embarrassment, he asked in surprise: "Why is my king so embarrassed?"
"Master"
Zishou breathed a sigh of relief.
He recounted the strange thing he had just encountered.
"There is such a thing"
Wen Zhong frowned.
"Gather the troops together, I want to see who is so bold and dares to play tricks on me."
Zi Shou said angrily.
As the leader of a great merchant and the most noble person in the world, when had he ever received such treatment?
"My king will return to the palace first, and I will leave this matter to my old minister."
Wen Zhong said with a sullen face.
Zishou wanted to say something more, but when he saw Wen Zhong's serious face, he swallowed it back and said, "Okay, I'll leave this matter to the Grand Master."
"Old minister, please escort the king back to the palace first."
Wen Zhong was still worried, so he escorted Zi Shou back to the palace, gathered people and horses, and came to the vicinity of the accident.
Always cautious, he did not immediately launch large-scale operations.
After observing for a while, a Xuanxian monk was sent to investigate.
The same thing happened to Zishou.
Beside the stone table, Cao Yi, who was sleeping, moved slightly.
The larger laws of time have changed.
Wen Zhong, who was about to leave, and his men all turned gray in an instant.
Fell to the ground.
But soon, it returned to normal.
The confused Wen Zhong immediately ordered a retreat.
