Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Seven days later, Starscream, the Imperial City, the Red Sun sprays thin, cloudless.

Despite almost a week on the ground, getting accustomed to the blue sky white clouds and not being surprised by the scorching sun, all underground delegates, including Xu Zhicheng and Ice Ice, felt dizzy, overshadowed by tremendous shock and blank brains in the face of the spectacular square, as well as people's seas and waters.

Space! So vast, so luxurious, almost limitless space!

It's an experience they'll never perceive in the dark and dull underground.

All the representatives of the underground, like the "Renaissance as Man”, have come to another completely different new world.

In addition to space, there are millions, tens of millions or even countless others.

The space here is enormous enough, but it seems as though no matter how vast the space, the Emperor has managed to get enough people to fill it up, streets, buildings, squares, VIP observation decks suspended in the middle of the sky by anti-gravity units, not to mention the battleships that have torn up the dome one after the other, coming from outside the atmosphere!

The underground delegation walked on the main road for more than three hours, from the night before dawn, through the morning of red and summer, until the sunlight changed from red to gold before finding its place, like a small black dot, embedded in a dot array of countless black dots.

Stick your toes up and look around, your head builds up, like a black ocean, all the way to the horizon.

The agitation of the crowd did not have to be said, but floated in the middle of the sky, decorated with golden and brilliant loudspeakers, even higher than waves of roaring, sometimes playing generous and exhilarating songs, and sometimes "wow wow" announcing new decrees and policies, and sometimes publishing the news that the Grand Prix had begun, all sounds like a golden torrent crashed into each other, can't even hear clearly, instead making the underground people more dizzy.

Xu Zhicheng looked at the direction of the Imperial City with his toes up for half a day. How could he not see the image of Xinjun in position on the high stage? He simply retracted his neck. Once again, he went through several beautiful printed leaflets and badly made brochures in his hand.

Although the Reich's spiritual network is extremely developed, and the news of the reign of the new monarch has spread across all directions, there are finally places - such as the depths of the earth, remote resource planets, the territories of the four great families, and the frontlines of the expeditionary army - that do not necessarily get news on the spiritual network in the first place. These officially printed leaflets will be used to make up for the shortcomings of the spiritual network and will be taken back to their homes by those who come to see it after boarding the Great Jubilee, and spread to each of the finest nerve endings of the Reich.

The leaflet is precisely the introduction of the new king, as well as the evaluation of the new king by the Divine Wu Emperor. What kind of "noble person, deeply showcasing my bow, will be able to bear the president” and so on.

The emperor of the real human empire, after all, is different from the emperor of the ancient dynasty.

The successors to the emperors of the ancient dynasties can take no account of the people's perceptions, without having to worry about the social influence. Sovereignty is granted anyway, only with the approval of a very small number of nobles and warlords.

But the real human empire is a modern country. In recent centuries, it has followed a path of hypocrisy. It smells a little like a "monarchy constitution." The emperor is the representative of the state, the idol of the people, not just a simple and ruthless dictator.

Especially now, the new monarch chosen by the Innovators has to compete with the “Seiwu Emperor” chosen by the four families - almost a year after the fall of Emperor Shenwu, the legitimacy and legitimacy of the two new monarchs are somewhat questionable, more focused on image creation.

This beautifully printed, extremely luxurious leaflet wrote the original plain of Xinjun. The thirteen sons of the Xinjun, afraid of being raped, deliberately stuck in the folk, and so on, are all words that Ice Ice once told Xu Zhicheng.

Xu Zhicheng was not interested in this leaflet, which was completely representative of the official position, and therefore had a mediocre taste such as chewing wax.

What he studied carefully was the poor print of the pamphlet.

The brochure also shows the history of the new monarch, but the content is too wonderful, I don't know who did it, and how to get it to the market, and get guests to attend the Grand Prix, almost one book.

According to this brochure, before the emperor had collapsed, one day the government labourer slept in the hall until he did not know, so suddenly he saw a ribbed wings, a glittering lion flew into the hall and flew around him three times, and this golden lion's forehead was set with a shining black star!

This black star Golden Lion took a deep look at him and jumped again, flying out of the palace and into the rear palace disappeared!

When the Emperor woke up from his dreams, he received news that the queen had given birth to the thirteenth son.

Because there is such a difference in dreams, the first emperor attaches special importance to the thirteenth prince, who then decides to let him inherit the presidency.

Only unfortunately the claw teeth of the four great families in the palace at the time, the news of the first emperor's dreams somehow came out, those four “pseudo-Hou” naturally did not allow the "Black Star Golden Lion Rebirth” of the prince's wings to be full, but it was the first to be strong, to murder the thirteen princes.

Who knows, Yu Weiyu of the Black Star Emperor, the luck of the real human empire has not stopped. One killer actually found that after a series of raccoon cats to exchange princes, Li Daitao's rigidity, steal dragon and phoenix codes, he secretly took the thirteen princes out of the palace, and boldly sent them to the Li family based on the consideration of “the safest place possible”!

After that, the thirteen princes naturally experienced a series of wonderful growth stories and awakened their veins and identities at a critical moment. With the assistance of two daredevil loyalists, Li Yao of the Black Wind King and the President of the Evil Hunter Association of the Oriental Moon, they killed the Li family, expedited underground, and turned the Seven Stars, eventually killing back to Emperor Du, killing the four large families on horseback, seizing the most glorious victory and regaining the throne destined for him!

Naturally, during this period, there is no shortage of white dragon fish clothes, dressed as pigs to eat tigers, diving dragons in the abyss wonderful stories, as well as "to touch the underground people, to conquer the star thief white boss” and other popular and painstaking drama codes.

Xu Zhicheng did not know which Gao compiled such a booklet, the language was straightforward to vulgar, and the content of smallpox fell into absurdity, but it did hit the most exciting psychology of the public. After reading it, he couldn't help but see the glorious image of Xinjun's natural extraordinary, juvenile hero and herd auxiliary. In a word, he was the true destiny!

This booklet certainly does not represent an official position.

But Xu Zhicheng is also not a fool. If the official objected, such a booklet would have been completely banned. Now that the guests attending the Grand Prix are almost one-of-a-kind, this in itself explains the problem.

Xu Zhicheng was in the silence room. The sound of "rumbling" over his head suddenly became ten times fierce. When he looked up, the blue sky had turned into a golden sea, but thousands of starships tore apart the sky at the same time and landed over the Emperor!

Thousands of starships, in a cosmic vacuum, perhaps just poppy.

But in the atmosphere, even down to a low altitude just a few hundred meters from the ground, that flame can crush everything!

The sun completely melted in the flame of the starship, the mutual interference of gravitational fields formed a huge spiritual magnetic swirl, and the sun's refraction and diffraction through the swirl actually turned into colorful debris, adding a few brilliant and brilliant sensations, just like the most gorgeous gift flowers for the new royal landing.

“Ah--”

Xu Zhicheng was completely unable to breathe and could only drink aloud with the millions, tens of millions and even more people around him.

Even as an underground rebel, he was not proud of his status as an "empire", and at a time when the vast scene of thousands of starships tearing up the sky spurred an unknown impulse deep into his veins.

If Xinjun is really the teenager he knew underground Li Li Jialing, assisted by Li Yao and Forgotten Heavenly Girl, then maybe their underground can really look forward to a little bit, and they can also integrate into this unparalleled great power to truly become part of the empire... right?

Boom, boom, boom!

Sudden gunfire almost surprised Xu Zhicheng to jump.

Fortunately, he thought in time of the ceremonial process repeatedly taught to them a few days earlier by the ceremonial officer, which did say that there would be a "firecracker" link when the new king came to the kingdom.

Indeed, the deafening roar did not cause half the damage. Thousands of guns fired from thousands of starships at the same time, but the flames of dazzling light erupted, like the paving of a golden avenue of light descending from the sky, transmitting some kind of power from the universe to the front of the Imperial City, above the high ground!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Numerous three-dimensional three-dimensional curtains were laid out in the sky, showing the New King slowly stepping onto the high ground, called tens of millions of people attending the ceremony, nearly hundreds of billions of people across the Empire, the revolutionary-controlled Emperor, the New Light complex and the peripheral world, even the great thousand world under the control of the Four Kings, all clearly visible.

Seeing Xinjun, a young man with a strong figure and bright hair, dressed in a golden dress dragged over a dozen meters away, the suit was embroidered with pale golden scales. At first glance, it was like a golden dragon slowly stretching his claw teeth. He pressed the heavenly sword representing the imperial power and stepped onto the high stage step by step.

With a few strands of gold filling his head with waterfall-like black hair, he danced like he had life; deep eyes, golden rays and violet electricity wrapped around him, emitting a scorching Mars; every step, like to deeply embed footprints in the ground, the image alone does not know how many times more than the "Seung-wu Emperor” chosen by the four families, so that many who already knew his history in leaflets and pamphlets, are solemnly revered, implicitly perceived, this new king and those “puppets” of the past hundred years, completely different!