Chapter 1140 — Slaying Several Ancient Gods
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The White Soil of Jizhou was the Central Province of the Nine Provinces world, set at the very center of the Nine Provinces. Looking down from the sky, the peaks of this White Soil Divine Province were white, and the earth was white as well, a most peculiar sight. The White Soil teemed with white beasts, their fur snow-white without a single stray hair.
The strange beasts here lurked among the mountain forests and were very hard to find.
Yet the White Soil was also a place of unending war. Tens of thousands of divine ability users, led by gods and demons, seized cities and lands, hunting down mortals and divine ability users alike to make them slaves. Wars between nation and nation were commonplace as well.
They wore snow-ferret furs, their white robes whiter than snow, and on the battlefield blood dyed their garments red, dyed the white sand red, and corpses lay everywhere. Shen Mu even saw that the customs of the Longhan era had been preserved here.
When two great powers went to war and joined battle, they would often drag their slaves to the front of the lines, throw up crude altars, and offer those slaves in blood sacrifice to summon ancient gods or powerful demigods to their aid. Shen Mu did not see any ancient god of the White Soil descend, but he did see many demigods descend, some winged, some with a single eye and four arms, slaughtering across the battlefield and venting their divine might. "Why has this place become like this? " Shen Mu frowned and asked Yu Chudu.
"It has always been like this. " Yu Chudu shook his head.
"Not only the White Soil.
The other eight provinces' worlds are the same. I heard my master say that the rules here are the same as in the Longhan era: everything relies on blood sacrifice, on inviting gods down to fight for you, on seizing land and plundering wealth. When a divine ability user becomes a god, he ascends to the ancestral star of the Nine Provinces and waits for others to summon him down with blood sacrifice.
My master wished to change the Nine Provinces and the Three Pillars Heaven, but he never had much success. When he was still alive. .
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" Shen Mu's expression turned strange, and he said, "Emperor Yunluo is not dead yet.
" Yu Chudu started and blurted out, "My master is not dead? And there I was, weeping at his funeral for more than ten days straight! " He could not help shaking his head again. "My fellow disciples and I all thought our master had been dragged onto the God-Slaying Platform, beyond all hope of return, and we grieved for a long time. In the end we left Yunluo Palace and turned to banditry. Only now, my fellow disciples are all dead. .
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" His face darkened, then he rallied. "When my master served here as Emperor Yunluo, he meant to change the traditions of the Nine Provinces and the Three Pillars Heaven.
So the nine ancient gods of the Nine Provinces and the three ancient gods of the Three Pillars Heaven came to him and said: the rules of ten thousand ages cannot be changed; but out of regard for the fact that our master was of the human race, they would strike the human race from the list of sacrifices, as a face-saving gesture to him. My master refused, and they fought. " Shen Mu asked, "And afterward? " "Those twelve ancient gods were beaten into submission and agreed to abolish blood sacrifice.
" Yu Chudu paused. "But the moment they turned around, they went and complained to the White Emperor. The White Emperor berated my master, saying that such were the rules throughout the Western Heaven. Did Emperor Yunluo mean to ruin the Western Heaven's rules? Only then did my master realize, heh heh, that the Western Heaven was still the Longhan era, and had never changed at all. " He let out a long breath. "So my master bowed his head, admitted his fault to the ancient gods of the Nine Provinces and the Three Pillars Heaven, and struck the human race from the sacrifices.