Chapter 1754: The Divine Son's Exquisite Flavor

King Yu sat with an air of bold authority, smiling as he looked at the many old brothers who had helped him build the kingdom, drinking cup after cup, refusing no one, pushing the banquet to its climax.

"You just keep spoiling them."

Zhou Xiaocui's current appearance was ravishingly beautiful, her skin like snow, alluring and moving, seductive yet dangerous, completely unlike the village girl of years past; under the blessing of the Queen's Fate Dynasty's rank, she faintly exuded a terrifying aura at the peak of Refining Void.

She had the appearance of a venomous scorpion.

This "Scorpion Queen," so renowned and fearsome in the outside world, had struck terror into the hearts of countless gods and mighty beings, with who knew how many bones lying beneath her hand.

At this moment, her gaze as she looked at King Yu was full of tenderness, untainted by any impurity.

As if before him, she was still that little Cui of the Zhou family from many years ago, who had fallen for him at a glance when he was still young, and had never changed in all these years.

"Everyone has survived a hundred battles; founding this enterprise was hard-won, and only today do we have what we have."

"How could I bear to be harsh?"

King Yu sighed softly, his gaze gentle as he said: "Cui, I know. In the future I will establish institutions, define the dynasty's interests, clarify the hierarchy of superior and inferior, so that our foundation may endure for ten thousand generations, so that our children may grow up happy and carefree in the future, no longer enduring the hardships of our own youth."

"Later we shall have even more children; our children will all be dukes and marquises, princes and royal descendants."

He gazed with deep affection at Zhou Xiaocui's slightly swollen belly.

"Bah!"

"Who's going to have more children for you!"

The Scorpion Queen's cheeks flushed faintly pink, and she turned her head away.

Over all these years, although King Yu was already the lord of a dynasty, holding the life and death of billions across the world's communities, the supreme of the Nine Tripods, he had never taken a concubine, favoring only one person alone.

Husband and wife had always been in perfect harmony.

With such a person by one's side, what more could one ask?

Zhou Xiaocui, immersed in such tenderness, unconsciously became somewhat dazed.

She did not notice the faint trace of coldness deep within the eyes of the one lying beside her.

That icy gaze, looking upon all things of the world, looking upon her, looking upon the many old brothers present, and upon all people, held no emotion whatsoever—a lofty, indifferent contempt, as if watching a swarm of morning mushrooms and mayflies, mere food.

The god had long since awakened his reincarnated memories.

"These sinners cannot be redeemed."

"They should turn to ash in sacred fire, their divine souls never to be reborn across all ages, and must be tormented by karmic flames for billions of years, to atone for their crime of blasphemy against the gods."

Yu Yong thought coldly.

In this entire hall, he alone was a god; the rest were all heroes gathered through the fortune of the mortal way, each bearing the fortune of the mortal way upon them, all were battle-hardened champions, possessing luck, talent, and comprehension alike—without which they could not have survived the piles of the dead to become the founding marquises and generals of the Fate Dynasty.

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If these people were in a suitable cultivation environment, it would be commonplace for several Heavenly Beings to emerge among them.

But now, their path ahead had been utterly severed; they had offended Heaven, offended the people, were despised and hated by billions of common folk, and so the fortune of the mortal way vanished on that account.

"Still one last step remains—to gather more of the mortal way's fortune, and then have the Divine Son sacrifice it to the Emperor..."

King Yu's gaze pierced through the void, and through the web of incense and offerings, he looked upon community after community of worlds.

There, many reincarnated gods like himself had already established Fate Dynasties, but this was not enough; there had to be true seeds of the Human King to establish Fate Dynasties, so that more of the mortal way's fortune could be gathered, to continue consolidating the foundations of the Dao Court, so that the Dao Court might stand eternal in the endless starry sky.

Many gods looked over at the same time, nodding slightly.

The age of chaos—they had already made the opening move.

Next, the true seeds of the Human King would appear; they would help these Human King seeds grow strong, gather more of the mortal way's fortune, gather more mortal heroes, and create more devout divine souls, which would then be transported into the Dao Court, refined into Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, and thrown into the endless starry battlefields to win merit for the Dao Court.

The Divine Gold refined from the fortune of the mortal way and the bones of human heroes was an unparalleled treasure of heaven and earth.

A trace of greed surfaced in King Yu's eyes.

Such treasures could only be enjoyed by the Divine Son and the Emperor; although he did not dare covet them, collecting some of the lower-grade auxiliary materials was still permissible.

……

"Divine Son…"

Jiang Ding watched everything in silence.

He saw that the distance between himself and his target was drawing ever closer; with each passing day, the distance between them shortened, shortened.

The Divine Son—the reincarnated humanoid anchor point of the Supreme of the Divine Dao—was of vital importance to its continued existence.

If he could slay it, how delicious that would be.

Jiang Ding thought, his eyes blood-red.

He looked downward.

Driven by the fortune of the mortal way, the future Human King had lain dormant for three hundred years, and finally began to take his first step—the first step of tragedy.

……

Kaoshan Village.

Three hundred years had passed, and Kaoshan Village had become Kaoshan City.

The greatest clan of Kaoshan City was named the Tu Clan.

This Tu Clan had befriended gods on all sides, and also had connections with the Prefect of Kaoshan City of the Great Yu Dynasty who guarded this place; one could say they held sway over both the legitimate and the underworld, with tens of thousands of clan disciples—a thriving enterprise indeed.

Looking back to the past, the ancestors of the Tu Clan were nothing but mud-legged farmers from the fields, poor and destitute for generation after generation.

It was only when the great ancestor Tu Ying San Yi began to accumulate some family property, and each successive head of the household toiled day and night, striving hard, that the Kaoshan City Tu Clan of today was achieved.

On this day, the Tu Clan's

In the basement of the main residence, incense curled in the air, and tablets stood row upon row.

There was only one person here—the current head of the Tu Clan, Old Master Tu Zhiming.

He had another name: Tu Ying San Yi.

Tu Ying San Yi, the great ancestor of the Tu Clan.

"I can still live for over a hundred years."

"Relying on the Qi Fortune secret art in the *Scarlet Emperor Human Sovereign Scripture*, I stole the fortune of the Great Yu Dynasty. I have lived for many years, but now I have reached the limit."

Tu Ying San Yi whispered, "Coincidentally, I see that although the Great Yu Dynasty is flourishing and the new dynasty is exerting its full strength, internally it is riddled with holes, on the verge of collapse and civil strife."

"Such a coincidence."

Several hundred years had passed. The once cautious and timid farmer now possessed a deep, calculating mind. Moreover, he carried within him the inheritances and experiences of generations of failed Human Sovereigns—the wisdom of generations of failed Human Sovereigns converged in him, along with—despair.

"What a coincidence!"

"Coincidence."

Tears welled in Tu Ying San Yi's eyes: "It just so happens that at the moment our hidden lifespan is about to end, an opportunity appears. These gods have calculated us down to the finest detail; no matter what, we cannot escape even a fraction, cannot escape even a single bit."

Yet, knowing this, could he not go?

If he went, he would contend with other Human Sovereign seeds for the Mandate of Heaven. If he succeeded, he would still have several thousand years to live.

If he did not go, he would die in a hundred years.

Every generation of Human Sovereigns had to face such a choice. Even though the inheritances all gave the answer, even though they clearly knew the future, they had to step into it step by step.

They could change nothing.

They could only repeat this tragedy generation after generation.