Chapter 290 The World Will Become One
The chariot moved forward, and in an instant it drove out of the abyss and arrived in front of the city.

Liang Hui held up the sky with one hand, looked at the two words "Zhu Shen" on the city wall, and chuckled.

"Block me?"

"Even if I hold up the formation with one hand, I can still crush all of you to death."

"Insanity!"

"Since you have entered the formation, stay here today."

Everyone came to their senses, shouted loudly, and mobilized the formation with all their strength.

The stars in the sky fell one after another, as if they were going to smash through the earth and into the underworld.

Liang Hui faced this world-destroying scene head-on, and a hint of fighting spirit was aroused in his chest.

He stretched out his free hand and grasped the long green banner beside him.

The old Taoist priest and Wan Lianhou, who were suppressed in the palm of his hand, let out sharp howls.

Their flesh and blood were melting, their bones were being sucked away, and even their souls were being absorbed by the green flag.

boom! boom!
An extremely powerful aura burst out from the long banner, stirring up the clouds in the sky, causing endless chaos and divine brilliance, and even changing the trajectory of the falling stars.

With the power of his palm, the green flag flew across the sky, moving with the wind, rolling up the boundless clear light.

Suddenly, he chopped down.

Like a guillotine falling from the sky, various scenes emerged, including the fall of war immortals, Taoists bowing their heads, and thousands of mountains and rivers reduced to ashes.

Extremely sharp and extremely fierce.

In an instant, the big stars were destroyed one after another, and the cyan-gold flagpole fell on the city under the horrified gaze of all living beings.

The magic circle collapsed, rubble mixed with blood flew everywhere, and ghosts and gods also turned to ashes.

Amid the wailing of all living beings, Liang Hui held a green banner in his hand and looked at the torn city with a cold look in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the green flag changed from vertical to horizontal, and once again rolled up the mighty divine light, sweeping towards the city.

All living beings looked at the approaching long banner in despair and uttered their last sounds.

Or cursing, or wailing, or roaring.

But as the green flag passed by, everything turned silent.

The city collapsed, the magic circle dissipated, and all living beings died.

There was only one young man standing on the chariot, slowly lowering his raised hands and facing the mountains, rivers and land.

A long time, a long time.

The chariot drove out again and disappeared.

Leaving behind a devastated land and endless hatred and enmity.

In the first year of the Divine Dynasty, the Human Emperor led the southern expedition to the northern expedition, and reached the abyss of the earth. He held up the sky with one hand, and destroyed the city with two flags. All those who disobeyed the Emperor would die, and the world would be at peace.

After the battle in the abyss, the northern part of the human world no longer had the power to resist.

All major forces are either lurking, disbanding their sects, or preparing to surrender.

Everyone believed that Daqian, who would eventually return, seemed to be replaced.

The chariots swept across the sky, and all living beings surrendered.

One mountain and one river after another were incorporated into the Divine Dynasty.

On Yuyang Mountain.

A graceful and elegant young man stepped down. He had black hair draped over his shoulders and his eyes were golden, like the sun, which was the symbol of the main vein of Daqian.

However, at this moment, the boy's expression could not hide his dejection.

At the foot of the mountain, an old servant looked at the young man and walked quickly forward with an anxious look:
"Your Highness, has the Shangqing Sect responded?"

“They say that Taoism advocates inaction and is not involved in worldly affairs.” The young man laughed, but his eyes were filled with sadness and tears.

“Wuwei? Don’t they know that their leader was killed by that man?” The old servant looked puzzled and clenched his hands.

To avenge the murder of the sect leader, any sect with a bit of blood in it will have to fight for it.

A trace of sarcasm appeared on the nobleman's face, and he walked forward.
"What leader? Shangqing Sect has already labeled this generation's leader a traitor, and a new leader will soon take over."

"How can this be? They are from the Shangqing Sect, the only two Taoist masters in the north who pass on the Taoist tradition." The old servant murmured, looking confused, and stumbled after the noble young master.

"Master Kong, do you think Daqian is really going to perish?" "I have visited many sects, noble families, and wealthy clans, but none of them dared to stop that man again."

"They have received the emperor's grace for generations. In this time of crisis, shouldn't they repay the emperor with their lives?"

The young man roared, tears streaming down his face, and even his body was shaking.

“Your Highness, when Ancestor Qian returns, he will definitely restore order and get the world back on track.” The old servant followed closely and tried to persuade him.

"It's different, Master Kong. If you don't resist, you will really perish this time."

The young man paused for a moment, his sadness grew even stronger, he could not control his body and fell to the side.

Others may not know, but as the direct descendant of Ancestor Qian, doesn’t he know it?
Twenty days ago, Qianzu, who founded the Daqian Dynasty, died.

The sorrow and pain that comes from the blood cannot be concealed or cut off.

Fortunately, only he, who is of direct bloodline, can sense this.

Otherwise, he would not be able to leave those aristocratic families and sects.

The old servant stepped forward quickly and helped the young man up.

"Your Highness, where should I go next?"

"Go to Taiqing Sect and Jinfeng Temple. They are the leaders of Taoism and Buddhism. Many elders and Arhats died in the battle of Diyuan this time. I don't believe they are willing to let go of their hatred."

On the top of Yuyang Mountain, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his Taoist robe fluttering. He looked at the two departing figures, his eyes flickering.

"Brother, why don't you take action? If you take off the heads of these two people, our Shangqing Sect will be able to survive this chaos more smoothly."

An indifferent voice echoed in the Taoist's ears.

"I am unwilling to accept that our senior brother was killed by that man, but we have to eliminate the hidden dangers for him and submit to him."

"Besides, it is still hard to tell what will happen to Daqian and Qianzu in the future."

The Taoist's eyes were struggling even more. He looked at the two people's figures gradually going away and did not make a move until they disappeared.

A soft sigh echoed in the Taoist's ears, and then a wisp of light wind streaked across the sky, quickly blowing towards the young man and the old servant.

"Junior brother..."

"Brother, please don't say anything more. I only want the old servant's head."

A faint voice echoed on the mountain top.

……

Just as all major forces were trying their best to think of how to overcome this crisis.

On the chariot, Liang Hui was playing chess with an old man.

The old man had gray hair and was wearing gray cloth that had turned white from washing.

There is an air of transcendence.

He sat cross-legged in front of the young man, his eyes fixed on the chessboard in front of him.

He held the white piece in his hand and slowly let it fall.

Time passed, and the black and white pieces filled the chessboard.

"Draw, you are worthy of being a Confucian master." Liang Hui chuckled and scattered the black pieces in his hand casually on the chessboard.

Ru Meng Cang Sheng, his chess skills can be said to be unique in the world, but the old man in front of him has tied him.

"Chess is just a minor sport. Your Majesty can conquer the world and wipe out all the villains by your own strength. Confucianism is far inferior to you." The Master sighed.

Confucians in this world do not cultivate their physical body or spiritual strength, but only read scriptures, study books, and cultivate a sense of righteousness.

As outliers like them, they are naturally not liked by Taoism and Buddhism, and their Taoist sect is a very weak one.

"Master, you are willing to risk your life to come find me. It must be something important." Liang Hui waved his hand lightly and put away the chessboard in front of him.

The old man breathed steadily and spoke slowly:
"Confucianism aims to educate all living beings, enlighten the people, and enable the people of the world to have three full meals a day."

The words were very crude, but their content was appreciated by the young man.

His back was straight and his eyes were serious.

"go on."

(End of this chapter)