Chapter 43: The Beginning of the Imperial Dynasty
Huo Sang the Daoist remembered that the person was called Ji, the Ji of the altar of the soil and grain.
Ji's mother was a citizen of the Fire Mulberry Dao Kingdom without a divine fruit. She was exiled to the edge of the Fire Mulberry Dao Kingdom, where she became a fish-selling woman.
At first, Huo Sang Daoren didn't pay too much attention, because the main body of the Fire Mulberry Dao Kingdom was still stable, and some ordinary people outside the legal system would not have any impact on the Fire Mulberry Dao Kingdom. Besides, after these people died, they would still return to the Fire Mulberry Tree and be reshaped. They were just the scraps of information left after living beings died. These scattered pieces of information entered the material world again only after special reasons for transformation.
However, by the time Huo Sang Daoren noticed this group of people again, it was too late. These people had actually learned to mate again and were completely independent of the Fire Mulberry Dao Kingdom.
They had once again given birth to nobles, given birth to classes, and had a social structure with a complete system.
The top level was the emperor, below were the nobles, and the lowest level were ordinary people and serfs.
It is said that Ji was born on a fish stall.
When he was born, his mother was still selling fish. By the time everything was packed up, Ji's mother reached into her skirt with her fish-blood-stained hands, pulled Ji out, and then cut the umbilical cord with rusty scissors.
People said that Ji was a king born in blood, and his birth was destined to be extraordinary. Ji grew up listening to such stories.
Ji also believed that he would be such a king, so when Ji saw those princes and nobles, he always looked forward to replacing them.
Later, the Demon Lord woke up.
The Demon Lord came to the human world again to find new candidates.
Ji was very strong.
So strong that when Huo Sang Daoren saw him, he was somewhat shocked.
The Fire Mulberry Dao Kingdom and Ji's Divine Dynasty had a great battle.
That battle lasted for five thousand years.
In the end, Huo Sang Daoren couldn't even control the entire Fire Mulberry Divine Tree.
The Underworld sealed at the roots of the Fire Mulberry Divine Tree began to detach, and under the guidance of the Demon Lord, those gods in the Underworld revived again. This time, they joined the legal system of the Divine Dynasty to fight against Huo Sang Daoren.
Huo Sang Daoren faced a desperate situation.
Huo Sang Daoren remembered that at that time, everyone had moved away from him, and he could only fight alone.
The setting sun in the sky was dyed blood-red.
Huo Sang Daoren sat on the canopy of the Fire Mulberry Divine Tree, silent.
Ji was in a dragon robe, holding a seal in his hand. "Received from Heaven, may he live forever and prosper."
Fire Mulberry Dao Kingdom ~ Heavenly Bestowed Imperial Dynasty.
"Admit defeat, Huo Sang Daoren. The world should not be a pool of stagnant water; people should have their own thoughts." Ji looked at Huo Sang Daoren confidently.
In Ji's view, the Fire Mulberry Divine Fruit created by Huo Sang Daoren was inhumane. Although there was no oppression or dispute there, there was also no hope there.
Huo Sang Daoren was full of disdain.
"You are just a little doll controlled by gods. You think you can control this world; you and your people are ultimately just a group of puppets. Why should there be gods in this world?"
Huo Sang Daoren hated the existence of gods.
If there is really freedom in the world, then why must there be such a group of gods who hold supreme commandments and control human thoughts?
Gods always try to make the entire material world run according to their thoughts.
"Do you think you will win? Do the gods behind you think they have won?"
"I am the Ancestor of Humanity, after all."
The huge Fire Mulberry Divine Tree flew into the sky, its canopy spanning thousands of miles.
Huo Sang Daoren's physical body shattered, his flesh and blood turned into flying flowers all over the sky, and pieces of blood-colored flowers covered the canopy of the Fire Mulberry Divine Tree. That kind of blood-colored beauty was intoxicating.
This was Huo Sang Daoren's final struggle.
A gust of wind blew, the canopy swayed gently, as if wind chimes were ringing. The Underworld hidden in the dark and the gods of the Underworld seemed to be subjected to some powerful suction.
"This is all I can do to help you. From now on, rely on yourself, don't follow my old path, and don't believe in gods anymore."
In the dark, Huo Sang Daoren's voice sounded again.
The Fire Mulberry Divine Tree turned into an abyss.
It sucked all the gods into the tree body.
The entire process lasted for ten years.
Ten years later, the wind was blowing.
The battlefield, which was originally like an abyss, was now like an orchard in golden autumn.
The fragrance of fruit was overflowing, and the entire Fire Mulberry Divine Tree was covered with fruits of all sizes.
Ji looked at the fruits all over the tree, his heart moved, but before he could pick them, the entire Fire Mulberry Divine Tree began to shake violently.
Countless fruits fell and scattered throughout the material world, and then hid their figures deeply.
These fruits were nothing else, but the divine objects used by people to practice later. Every divine object that existed in the world was formed by these Fire Mulberry Flowers that absorbed the godheads of the gods.
Huo Sang Daoren's original intention was that after people obtained these divine objects to practice, they could achieve the godhead of a god as a human, so as to completely prevent the recurring turmoil of the Underworld.
Huo Sang Daoren wished that in this world, everyone would be like a god.
It was just that Huo Sang Daoren underestimated the Underworld and those gods too much.
Although Huo Sang Daoren opened up an unprecedented path for the human race, this could not change the Dao law of the mutual generation and destruction of Yin and Yang.
New gods were born again from the legal system of the Heavenly Bestowed Imperial Dynasty.
The Underworld was once again controlled by the gods.
The material world and the Underworld once again formed the unchanging connection since ancient times.
Only Huo Sang Daoren was no longer there.
In his later years, Ji cried bitterly at Huo Sang Daoren's grave.
He finally understood Huo Sang Daoren's painstaking efforts. In the strict hierarchy of the Imperial Dynasty, people were once again oppressed. Even as a king who rose from the bottom like him, even though he knew the root of all this, he couldn't make changes.
Etiquette and laws were managed by the gods of various departments.
Wanting to change was as difficult as ascending to heaven. The gods did not allow new legal systems to appear.
Small trends can be changed, but big trends cannot.
For hundreds of thousands of years, all imperial dynasties that attempted to change all this were wiped out in the long river of history.
"The Underworld is high above, but they are also just a link in the flow of the world, and now they have become a supreme existence. How sad, how sad!" After Huo Sang Daoren said all this, he burst into tears. No one understood the Underworld better than him.
Under the Dao laws, those gods are actually mutually beneficial with the living beings in the material world.
But now they are trying to control the thoughts of all living beings, so that all legal systems remain unchanged for ages. Even if new gods appear constantly, in essence, they will not change this principle of theirs.
New gods, old gods...
Huo Sang Daoren hated the existence of all gods. He wished there were no gods in the world!
"What a shocking secret."
Li Qingxian's mouth was wide open.
Li Hongyu was no better, her eyes rolling around, but the words that reached her mouth could not be spoken.
"What about the Demon Lord? Why did you keep him!" Long Zhan didn't understand.
Huo Sang Daoren smiled rarely.
"The Demon Lord? He is an ambitious god, and also a very open-minded god. So I want to see how far he can go." ===== CHAPTER 44 =====
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