Chapter 1752: Generations of Humiliation

"What does this reincarnated god only want to do?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat puzzled.

The war between demons, monsters, and the soldiers of the Chen State, as well as the myriad gods, was still at a stalemate.

Various long-handed techniques of fortune-dynasties descended, forming military qi and the dragon qi of the human path, striking down swathes of gods and turning them into ordinary mortals.

"Roar!"

In the end, with the entry of the most terrifying violent dragon, which devoured gods with its huge mouth and snapped the neck of the Chen State ruler in one move, the battlefield was declared over.

"Defeated!"

"Even the ancestral spirits of the Chen State have been defeated!"

Countless gods and soldiers screamed in terror and fled in all directions.

The great army of demons and monsters pursued the fleeing, beheading soldiers and gods one by one without mercy; bloodthirsty slaughter occurred across this land, blood floating shields, and countless lives perished.

These demons and monsters had no intention of accepting surrender or recruiting defectors; it was only slaughter, slaughter.

Since ancient times, the hearts of the people have not only been gained by bestowing grace upon them; relying on bloody slaughter to intimidate and force submission can also achieve it.

The processes of the two differ, but the results seem similar; both can gain the power of the people and establish dynasties, and the duration of dynasties established by these two methods seems not to differ greatly.

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Finally, all the gods and Chen State soldiers were buried alive; the great army of demons and monsters cheered and roared, their sound shaking ten thousand li, their momentum terrifying, causing many minor gods such as well gods and stove gods who had not participated in the battlefield to abandon their territories and flee in madness.

This new human-path fortune dynasty, the Yu State, was established.

This new human-path fortune dynasty began to expand its rule, bringing many common people under its control.

What was strange was that the many gods in surrounding regions did not cross regional boundaries to purge this rebellious fortune divine dynasty, as if restricted by something.

There was absolutely no efficiency like that when the Great Sun Sword Disciple first descended.

Jiang Ding observed silently.

He saw that although many gods died, the power of incense did not scatter but returned to the web of incense, returning to the Dao Court.

He saw that the souls of many Chen State soldiers who died in battle were accepted by the web of incense and were not wasted.

He even saw that more human-path fortune was gathered by the remaining courage, forming a three-clawed black dragon; the human-path black dragon roared unwillingly but could not break free from the bonds no matter what.

Human-path fortune was being stripped away by some secret technique.

"So that is how it is."

"This is a process of recycling, clearing away corruption, and plundering."

Jiang Ding suddenly understood.

The so-called recycling means recycling mature souls for other uses.

The so-called clearing away corruption means that gods of the divine path also rot; losing faith, for example, the stove god of Kao Shan Village,

he drained the pond to catch the fish for his own benefit, destroying the foundation of incense of the supreme gods from the root, completely forgetting his duty to shepherd ordinary people.

Such selfishness among low-level gods and mid-to-high-level gods is unavoidable and will always corrupt.

At this time, it is necessary to clear away the rot to allow the organizational system to continue running healthily, rather than frequently raining down thunder punishments; this method is not only time-consuming and laborious but also affects the majesty of the supreme gods.

The supreme gods must be high above, unknowable and unseen.

The final and most important point is harvesting human-path fortune!

This is a precious material that can also suppress the development of the human path; it is truly achieving multiple goals with one move, utilizing efficiency to the extreme, with not a single wasted place.

"Truly, pitiable,"

"Generation after generation of human sages who fought and died for freedom and ideals..."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

These gods considered everything and prevented everything; if they did not rot internally, the beings of this Great Thousand World cluster would never have a day of freedom; the possibility is extremely small.

"If they are to harvest human-path fortune, then not all of them can be acting reincarnated gods; that would not attract much human-path fortune and could not serve to wear down human-path heroes or clear hidden dangers."

"Therefore, true human-path heroes must be born, and the Dao Court will not immediately mobilize true forces to surround and purge them, but will wait until human-path heroes rise one after another, popping up one by one, shining with brilliance... only then will they truly strike with lethal force."

"This is a trap."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Seeing the small to know the great.

Through this scene, he seemed to see the tragic songs of generation after generation of human geniuses and heroes, generation after generation of resistance, roaring and bellowing, only to all become material for the enemy, dying meaninglessly.

Such a scene repeats itself on this land every few tens of thousands of years.

Now, it is time for another repetition.

"Where is the true Human King of the human-path fortune dynasty?"

Jiang Ding thought sadly and very easily saw his current form.

Kao Shan Village, Tu San Yi.

An orphan who lost both parents, a farmer working in the fields under the scorching sun, waving a hoe; this person who had nothing, merely a somewhat alert mortal.

This was the fate Jiang Ding saw upon his first arrival in this Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie.

The future ruler of the human-path fortune dynasty, a being destined to die at the most glorious moment, just like the rulers of human-path fortune dynasties of past generations who appear every few tens of thousands of years.

"In the original fate,"

"You can still live for six thousand seven hundred seventy-nine years, nine months, eleven days, two hours, and twenty-seven seconds, the future ruler of the Great Brightness Dynasty."

Jiang Ding thought silently.

"At the same time, this is also the time I am about to meet the Divine Son."

For such lineages and organizations as fortune dynasties, he felt great dislike; no king and his descendants should rightfully be high above, ruling and tyrannizing over the heads of all beings.

For an inheritance like the Fortune Dynasty, an organization like that, he was very much opposed to it—no king and his descendants had the right to stand loftily above all living beings, lording it over the masses from on high.

But at this moment, in this time of hardship for the survival of his race, he was willing to bless this future king of the dynasty of fortune.

……

Ding!

Tu Ying San Yi's hoe came down, emitting a sharp sound, and several sparks flew out.

"Not good, hit a rock!"

Tu Ying San Yi felt his heart ache, trembling nonstop.

An iron hoe was not cheap!

Right now he was in a deficit; besides offerings to the gods, his family had no extra grain at all. Once the hoe broke, he wouldn't even know where to find a replacement. There was a real chance of starving to death this year.

Tu Ying San Yi hurriedly bent down to inspect the hoe, and sure enough saw a chip. Fortunately the chip wasn't big; a bit of grinding and it could still be used.

He let out a breath of relief, picked up the rock, and prepared to throw it away.

Crack!

The instant Tu Ying San Yi touched the rock, it crumbled apart, revealing from within a mottled seal-imprint, upon which were written several large characters that could not be made out.

This seal-imprint flashed and vanished, disappearing into his brow.

At the same time, an ancient, weathered scripture appeared in Tu Ying San Yi's mind, called the "Scarlet Emperor Human Sovereign Scripture." Character after character flickered. Tu Ying San Yi could not read, yet he could understand these characters and know their meaning.

Within these characters there was no grand philosophy, only records of the ways of farming and sericulture, the ways of hunting, the ways of military formations, the ways of dragon qi—recording generation after generation of the human race's history, its glorious history, its humiliating history, and the endings of generation after generation of those who resisted the Human King.

Tu Ying San Yi was dazed and confused, not knowing what these were.