My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 114 Residual Yuan Destiny
At this time, Silun Guang, who was sitting in the Royal Court of Luchuan, absorbing the blood evil energy of the Nine Earths and offering his destiny, raised his head and spit out a mouthful of reverse blood.

Two-thirds of the dragon veins controlled by Southwest Sijia were directly broken by the huge throughput from the capital.

Even the shattered residual destiny screamed angrily at this moment.

The guard outside the door heard the noise and wanted to rush in, but was shouted back by Silun Guang.

"go back--"

He stood up and came to the back of the palace, in front of the altar where the residual Yuan Tianming was stored in the Royal Garden of Luchuan.

What is enshrined on the altar is not an inscription, a totem, or some rare treasure.

Instead, it was a tree—a huge, dozens of meters high, ferocious demonic tree.

In other words, a branch that was broken off from the demon tree wandered to the southwest after the collapse of the Yuan Dynasty.

It was re-cultivated and transplanted by Sijia with flesh and blood.

It is dark black all over, with purple branches growing on it.

The whole body is covered with scarlet patterns, which is very strange. There are dense barbs growing on the branches that are difficult to see with the naked eye.

The deep pits around the altar were filled with all kinds of homesick and sacrificed livestock. The number was huge. At a rough look, there were as many as six mass graves alone.

Cattle, sheep, pigs, dogs, and more homesick prisoners of war.

Their whole bodies were covered with branches of the demon tree.

The Demonic Tree continues to draw nutrients from these sacrifices.

But what is incredible is that Yuanting's demon destiny is not in a hurry to take away the lives of these people.

Although the whole bodies of these sacrifices gradually turned into wood, the flesh and blood that originally belonged to the living creatures were replaced by black solid wood.

They closed their eyes and lay on the ground, but their chests were still rising and falling slightly.

"Supreme destiny! Lord Mu Dexing of the East! The descendants of your enemy have once again come to the city! Please use your power to save your people!"

Silunguang knelt down and kowtowed, his voice was sad, and Mu De Tianming in front of him seemed to be aware of it, since the battle at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

It was besieged by several powerful enemies who coveted the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of creatures in the Central Plains. Even its body was broken into pieces. Along with the remnants of the Golden Family, it wandered into the endless barren grasslands of the north, and was forced to fall into a long sleep in order to recover. The energy lost in the previous battle.

As part of Namud's destiny, it has really reached the end of its rope at this time.

Over the past hundred years, from the founding of the country by Hongwu to the present, the Ming Dynasty has made no secret of its endless desire to seize the destiny of Can Yuan, and has not hesitated to mobilize troops and repeatedly mobilized troops to invade the southwest.

Almost every Ming emperor who has been in office for more than ten years will launch an expedition to the southwest in an attempt to seize the residual destiny.

It would never want to fall into the hands of the Ming court.

And it has taken root in the southwest. If it chooses to escape westward again, the little vitality restored through hard work over the past hundred years will be lost again in an instant.

It cannot give up on homesickness, nor can it sit back and watch as homesickness completely fails and is strangled by the Ming court.

Even if they fail, these worshipers must retain their last vitality and continue to flee westward with themselves to avoid the pursuit of the Ming court and wait for opportunities to spy on the Central Plains.

Therefore, it is impossible for it to turn a blind eye to the sacrifices of mortals like the Lord Huode who sleeps under the southern suburbs.

It can survive to this day only because of the support of its worshipers, its priests.

It responded to the pleading of the successors of the priestly family that had fed it with dedicated sacrifices for hundreds of years.

A blue wind blew in the hall.

Around the altars, the corpses lying on the ground that seemed to have only one breath left came to life again.

First there was a chieftain warrior captured by the Luchuan Royal Court, and then there were more.

Jackals, ligers, cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs, countless wooden warriors stood up again from the ruins and came back to life.

It's just that because they have been deprived of nutrients for a long time, their bodies are shriveled and their movements are slow.

At this time, a dry voice came from the green tide. "Nourish them with blood and water, and they will become the most powerful regiment under your command."

That was a scholar who had been dead for many days among the corpses.

He stood up unsteadily, passed through countless people who had been resurrected from the dead, and came to Silun Guang.

His eyes were gray and filled with pine wood.

"You...you..."

Silun Guang looked at the eloquent scholar in front of him and couldn't help raising his fingers. He was dumbfounded, but he could not speak for a long time.

The shock in his heart at this moment was no less than the joy that Tianming responded to him.

In his era, the ancestors of Mude Destiny were enshrined, but he was never told that this destiny could still speak.

"You are surprised - but you are disappointed. I am not the great existence you imagined, but just a living being who was reborn from a long-dead body through his enlightenment."

The blind scholar in front of me, whose eyes were covered by trees, said this.

Silunguang breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the heart that had just been relieved couldn't help but feel anxious again.

If the destiny has been restored to the point where it can enlighten living beings for its own use, then the value of Sijia as a sacrifice to provide blood food to the destiny has undoubtedly been reduced to a very low level.

Their homesickness is no longer irreplaceable to their destiny——

"Not right?"

The scholar in front of him smiled and said that he seemed to be able to directly read Silun Guang's heart.

"I am a dependent of Tianming. I cannot leave this supreme master too far away. Besides, the life of this body is limited. Once I help you repel the Ming soldiers and my body decays, I will return to serve Tianming again. , you homesickness is still His only sacrifice on earth——"

Yes, the only sacrifice for this fragment of destiny.

Hearing this, Silunguang couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, if the price of defeating the Ming army was that Si Jia lost the favor of destiny, then Silun Guang would rather not have this victory.

"This... um... sir."

Silun Guang thought about it for a moment and asked again.

"The strong men of the Ming Dynasty are in charge of the central army. The emperor's forbidden troops are unstoppable, and there is Huode's blessing. Our troops in Luchuan are exhausted and weak. I don't know how to retreat from the enemy tomorrow?"

"Don't worry. Since the destiny has been given to me, I will consider it. Tomorrow, I will summon the barbarian gods to fight with the emperor, and the emperor will ban his troops..."

The scholar bowed far away to the demon treasure tree behind him.

The demon's branches and leaves shook off, as if laughing, and a red-black branch fell from the tree.

The scholar picked it up and handed it into Silun Guang's hands.

"With this tree treasure, if the Ming Dynasty's forbidden troops go out into battle tomorrow, all you have to do is command the wooden men to fight against it—"

"Thank you-"

Hearing that the powerful Ming court man was actually the new emperor, Silunguang couldn't help but feel in a trance.

Ming Ting, how long have you endured for this day?

If you were anyone else, you would naturally imagine that Ming Ting was completely lucky. Through various means, good luck, and exchange of interests, he gained the support of a strong man who could stand up to the gods.

But if this powerful man himself is the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty——

Na Silunfa can only say that the Ming court's forbearance for decades is simply frightening when you think about it carefully!

Why did the Ming Dynasty endure the humiliation and bear the burden so much?
　Continue today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)