The God of Cataka

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"You're really rash!" grumbled Emperor Qingyun, sister-in-law Hua Ze.

"I just can't take it," Hua Ze said.

Long Hua Ze was indeed too young, mentally not enough to lead a country, especially a big country like Jiangnan.

Every action always brings pros and cons. Every decision is always seen as rash.

But without the act of initiating, wouldn't a situation have an end?

Long Hua Ze might be too rash. Now he not only dismantled his cover in front of his grandfather, but also caused a number of parties to no longer side with him. But he spearheaded the outbreak of the revolution.

Most of the small people supported him even though he was helpless.

But what good is the support of the small people?

That was what the Qingyun Emperor questioned when Hua Ze argued that his decision did not merely follow the ego.

Shen Zhu was already with them as they continued to argue.

The Qingyun Emperor invited her personally to discuss Hua Ze's matters in a familial manner.

Now they gathered around the tea table in a secluded garden in Qingyun state.

The park was a favorite place of Emperor Qingyun when it came to being alone. A great place to talk from heart to heart.

And to this extent, Shen Zhu had yet to open his voice.

But when the question arises, "What good is the support of the little people?" Shen Zhu spoke up.

"There's one thing that can turn people's voices into big energy" he said.

And instantly, Hua Ze and her sister-in-law instantly stopped arguing. The two turned to Shen Zhu with renewed interest.

"What's that?" ask them both almost simultaneously.

"God's Pillar," Shen Zhu replied.

The eyes of the two emperors shone with hope.

"But it requires your sacrifice" Shen Zhu turned to Hua Ze.

"Me?" Hua Ze pointed at his own nostrils. "Aren't I sacrificing enough?"

"There's something I want to take away from you," Shen Zhu bluntly said. "And it's worth a lot."

"Is it worth more than my handsome face?" sela Hua Ze's.

"Depending on what you think is most valuable!" exchange Shen Zhu.

"Say!" cut Hua Ze impatiently.

"Divine Heirloom of Catastrophe," Shen Zhu replied briefly.

Hua Ze spontaneously squinted his eyes. "The heirloom of the God of Catastrophe?" tanyanya did not understand.

"The Dagger fan in your hand!" shen Zhu.

Hua Ze instantly fell silent.

"The Catastrophic God sealed his crown in seven heirlooms" Shen Zhu explained. "One of them is sealed in your weapon."

"It turns out so," Hua Ze muttered.

His sister-in-law looked at them silently as if trying to read if Shen Zhu could be trusted.

"To be able to re-establish the Pillar of the Gods, seven heirlooms must be gathered!" Shen Zhu added.

"I have absolutely no objection to giving this heirloom weapon to you," Hua Ze said as she brandished the fan she always carried everywhere. "But the God of Cataka has long been condemned because it is considered the god of heresy. Where did the voice of the people come from?"

"Decretary Emperor!" shen Zhu replied meaningfully.

The two emperors in front of him simultaneously blinked.

"Why?" asked Shen Zhu. "Don't you guys trust me?" insinuations. "Then forget it!"

Shen Zhu accepted it and gently patted Hua Ze's shoulder.

Hua Ze returned to his seat.

His sister-in-law was still flinching with an uncertain look.

Shen Zhu glanced at him with a demanding look.

"I don't not believe you," Emperor Qingyun said. "I'm just not sure the conscience of the people will turn around after generations of people hold fast to the belief that the God of Catastrophe is a heresy. The Emperor's decree will be blasphemed!"

Shen Zhu smiled faintly. "You don't have to wear old clothes to defend yourself" she said meaningfully.

"I understand," the Qingyun Emperor muttered finally. "So what name do you want to use as the new identity of the doom god?"

"Heavenly Emperor," Shen Zhu replied in a thin whisper.

The two emperors in front of him were simultaneously dumbfounded.

The next day…

Shen Zhu returned to Liuwang.

The Emperor's decrees were already scattered in Qingyun and in Jiangnan.

"Link the seal of the Celestial Emperor, get the help of Heaven!"

A number of the fastest horsemen were deployed to scatter the symbol of the Celestial Emperor.

Simple kanji shaped like a temple.

Easily recallable…

Easily replicated…

Everything went according to Shen Zhu's instructions.

Within a day, the symbol had already spread in the society.

The Qingyun Empire and Jiangnan Empire even made a special stamp with the symbol.

In a suburban medicine hall, a healer who deals with patients with strange diseases, writes this symbol down on a sheet of spell paper and burns it, then mixes it into a medicinal solution.

At first it was just a try.

Just testing the truth.

Who would have thought the patient suddenly recovered and recovered instantly.

The doctor fell on the floor crying. Pardon the Celestial Emperor for having dared to tempt the god.

From then on, the healer used the symbol of the Celestial Emperor as the main recipe of his treatment.

In a small sect, in a remote village…

A weak-bodied boy who had never levelled up, incised the symbol of the Celestial Emperor by using his blood was so desperate after many times trying to practice but always ended up coughing up blood.

The boy was unconscious for three days.

When he regained consciousness, his spiritual power had already broken through to the last level of the earth realm. Level Nine Knights. Or ninety levels of spiritual power.

In a shopkeeper, two orphaned midfielders were sitting curled up near a trash can. One of them picked up a leaflet containing the symbol of the Celestial Emperor scattered in the streets, then imitated the writing on the ground to simply eliminate boredom.

Shortly after, a noble widow flashed in front of them, peering out from the window of the carriage and seeing the golden-colored glowing symbol on the surface of the ground. Then he ordered his coachman to stop the carriage, told the two guards to put the orphans in the carriage and feed them. Then bring her home for adoption.

Thus in the end, the Celestial Emperor symbol managed to print a new myth in two countries. Then it arrived at the Alliance Leader's desk.

Simultaneously, the sky unfolded above the Sea of Elements. A golden glow gushed out like a transparent tube. A third of the tiny, white-robed baby-like creatures with a pair of wings slid down from the sky, flying around and dancing, scattering golden-colored light powder like little fairies.

All the beings in the Jingling Continent were astonished in astonishment.

A giant scroll opened from the top of the sky to the surface of the water, accompanied by a rumbling sound that stated, "Liu Shen Zhu, the seventh generation of Lord Zainan, was appointed the Celestial Emperor. The Emperor of the Most High God. Leader of the seven worlds!"

There were no god pills floating down to be absorbed because Shen Zhu's disappointment was not an achievement. But the destiny of a lineage. A predetermined destiny. Grace as well as curse.