Ascension

"A bow?"

Ye Hanjun pondered the word carefully and burst out laughing.

It is not difficult to understand why the Meng family was so strict with rules and regulations when they ascended to heaven.

How long can the glory of the Meng family, whose master was once destroyed by Ye Shura, last in this era?

Thoughts wander freely.

Ye Hanjun followed the maid of the Winged People and walked into the Palace of the Gods step by step.

Those traveling with them include Ye Liuying, Ye Yin, Li Youbao and Lie Xinxin.

Among them, Li Youbao was the clan leader, so he was naturally protected in the middle.

She looked at the palaces, the jade-like buildings, the golden palaces and the silver gates. Her beautiful eyes flickered, as if she was in a dream.

So spectacular, is this the habitat of the gods?

The Miemeng clan was only a newly promoted clan of gods, yet they had such luxurious resources to build a large-scale building complex.

What about the people around me? The families they represent couldn't be worse than this when they were at their peak, right?

"Wow!"

Passing through a thick layer of light film, the spacious and deserted streets disappeared from sight.

The music, which is sometimes melodious and sometimes cheerful, accompanied by the singer's high-pitched voice and the dancer's graceful dance moves, all penetrate into our perception.

Li Youbao concentrated and calmed himself, his palms sweating with nervousness.

"Relax."

Ye Hanjun patted her shoulder.

When the stiff body recovered a little, he began to look at every corner of the palace with a calm gaze.

Big – that’s the first impression.

The Palace of the Gods is just a palace, but it has a majestic momentum that can conquer the world. The high-end and luxurious building materials, as well as the master-level decoration craftsmanship, all play an indispensable role in this.

Each doing his own thing—that’s the second impression.

Some were drinking, some were chatting, some were serving, and some were on guard.

Ye Hanjun could not see a single unkempt person. The guards were fully armed and the guests were neatly dressed. It seemed that each of them was a rare talent, elegant, virtuous, and this kind of temperament accounted for the vast majority of them.

Of course, this doesn't mean there aren't any troublemakers.

Ye Hanjun saw at a glance that there were no tables or chairs on the south side of the palace, and a group of spirits of different shapes were either gathered together or scattered.

"Hmm...good wine...good wine..."

A giant ape, stumbling as it walked, held a wine barrel a hundred meters high and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, it threw the wine barrel away and said drunkenly to the maid:

"Not enough...men like to drink..."

"Bring the wine...quickly...can you be a little more considerate?"

"That's it! Hurry up!"

The large tiger with patterns lying on the ground on the other side raised its head and roared fiercely:

"We have traveled thousands of miles to reach the heavens..."

"We agreed to drink and celebrate the God, how can you spoil the fun?"

"My slave understands!"

The frightened maid ran into the side hall.

Soon, the powerful bronze bull-men pushed cart after cart of new wine, and surrounded the staggering giants like building a city wall.

"Drink! Don't go home until you're drunk!"

The giant ape and the giant tiger immediately put their arms around each other's shoulders and smiled from ear to ear.

"boom!"

A giant bird split the wine barrel with one wing, stretched its neck inside, and violently poured the wine down its throat.

When it stuck its head out again, it kicked the empty bucket away, and its bright yellow feathers spread out like an emperor's court robes, full of majesty and dominance:
"We, the Yellow Bird Clan, are willing to rely on the God Clan!"

"Where are the Meng people? I don't seek fame, but I want a holy medicine to prolong life. If I can save my old father, I will work like a cow or a horse for the rest of my life, working hard without complaint!"

"Hahaha, Yellow Bird? It's just the most mediocre Saint among the Feathered Tribe!"

"Even if you dig out your true heart and offer it to the Lord God in person, that Lord will not look down on you!"

A large rooster with colorful feathers walked over leisurely with its head held high.

It was not as big as the yellow bird, but the look in its eyes when it looked up was clearly one of contempt:
"Ah Huang, please understand clearly."

"This is a banquet for the gods, and all guests must bring gifts when they come."

"It's fine if you don't give a penny, but you're asking for benefits. Do you really think you're a big shot and worthy of the Meng Clan's attention?"

"Chickenblood Stone, I don't want to waste my breath with you."

The yellow bird looked down from above, with a very cold look in his eyes:
"I'm asking about the people who destroyed the Meng family. It has nothing to do with you."

"If you want to muddy the waters, get out of here."

"Wow, your ability is average, but your tone is quite arrogant."

The big rooster called Bloodstone smacked its sharp beak and said with a vicious smile:

"Excuse me, I really can make the decision!"

"Ten days ago, my father led the entire Far Flying Chicken clan to worship the gods!"

"We are the third core vassal of the Mapo Sect and the Haixiong Clan!"

"Yellow Goudan, you once plucked out all my feathers and made me lose face. Let's settle this account now!"

"Flying Chicken...has it been recognized by the gods?"

The yellow bird folded its wings, and the corner of its eye twitched three times, pretending not to hear anything, and said:

"Chicken Blood Stone, your father is indeed very powerful. Under his leadership, the Yuanfei Chicken Clan is undoubtedly a Saint King-level force."

"But this is a feast for the gods, meant to announce to the heavens that there is a master in the heavens, and his name is the god."

"Although our Yellow Bird clan is a little down and out now, we are worthy of the title of the Holy Feather Clan."

"You stopped me from joining you. Did you go beyond the rules?"

"If the other feather tribes saw your arrogant and domineering face, what would they think? And how would they view the Lord God?"

"you!"

Yuanfei Chicken, who was too proud of himself, had a changing face and suddenly his face turned as red as liver.

It glanced around with the corner of its eyes. There were Qingluan, Tiangou, Bifang, Guiche Bird... There were quite a few visiting Feathered Saints, some from the native heaven, and some who had left the heaven in the early years and settled outside. The looks in their eyes, which came because of their reputation, clearly contained scrutiny and mockery, which made it look extremely ugly.

"Idiot, you want to discredit the Lord God, is this what a core vassal should do?"

The yellow bird slammed the flying chicken into the air with one wing, then used the power of the holy beast to dispel the alcohol and shouted again:

"May I ask if the Miemeng clan, or the Mapo sect, or the Haixiong clan, are willing to accept my Yellow Bird clan?"

"Although my rank is only minor, I am still young and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"My father was unfortunately seriously injured, and after he recovered, his life span was exhausted."

"As long as I can save his life and keep him alive in the Second Era of the New Universe, I am willing to fight on the battlefield with a fearless heart, regardless of life or death."

The yellow bird had a loud voice, and in the huge palace, at least a quarter of all eyes were directed towards it.

But it asked twice, but no one in the inner circle spoke to it. Just when it was disappointed, an old man in a gray robe came over with his hands behind his back and a smile:
"This holy bird of the Yellow Bird Clan is Haixiong Shijiulang, and I am currently serving as the steward of the Haixiong Clan."

"My young master said that you are eloquent, smart and intelligent, and you may achieve great success in the future."

"But this era still has more than 6,000 years to go. If we want to extend the life of the weak old yellow bird, we need a great sacred medicine that is at least 70,000 years old."

"If you relax the conditions and extend your life by one or two thousand years, the young master welcomes you to join."

"If you insist on harsh conditions, unfortunately, there are countless clans that want to serve under the gods, and the Yellow Bird clan - really does not have strong competitiveness, so this deal will not be concluded anyway."

"Feel sorry."

The yellow bird lowered its head, its eyes dim:
"More than a thousand years is too short. I am unwilling to give up."

"Although we cannot become your disciples and serve as your warriors, the Yellow Bird Clan still recognizes your status as the God of Heaven. You are the Lord of the Heavens and are respected by the whole world."

"Well, everyone present at the God's Banquet is a big shot. Stop yelling. It's not decent."

The smiling old butler patted the yellow bird's wings and returned to his seat calmly.

"Sister Xin, go get in touch with it, it's a good seedling."

Ye Hanjun stared at Huang Niao who was drinking alone, and said to the person beside him:

"The minor achievements of the most holy ones seem ordinary."

"But it has three extreme skills, which makes it a strong one in its class."

"Since the Miemeng clan doesn't like it, we will win it over on behalf of the Sun Abyss... no, on behalf of the Immortal E."

"it is good."

Lie Xinxin smiled sweetly, left her seat as if no one was around, and walked around to the large drinking area for the dependent spirits.

However, she did not walk directly to the yellow bird, but secretly communicated with it. After a brief conversation of three or two sentences, she immediately turned back.

"Son of God, there are many spies right now. I have an appointment with it to discuss it in detail after the banquet."

"Well, that's all."

Ye Hanjun took a sip of wine and remained calm.

In the middle of the Late Ancient Universe, when the Ye clan was still at its peak, the Yellow Bird clan was once a famous guardian sacred beast.

With their keen senses, they are best at guarding dungeons or treasure houses.

It seems to be in decline at the moment, but Goose Master doesn't care about that.

As long as there is a chance to recruit the Feather Clan as its younger brother, it will definitely agree with a pat on its chest.

"Big tadpole, the creature in that direction... is very dangerous!"

Guagua transformed into a little white rabbit standing on the shoulder. On the surface, it looked harmless, but in fact, its round little eyes had already scanned the interior of the palace three times.

At this time, the direction of its finger was aimed at the center of the Tianshen Palace.

Ye Hanjun smiled and couldn't help but scratch the little guy's nose.

After sitting down for half an hour, he had a general idea of ​​the situation inside the palace.

Take seating for example, there is a strict hierarchy here.

The Treasure Hunting Sect that Li Youbao corresponds to is no longer the Holy King Family.

Being able to enter and sit in the outermost corner is the limit of the rights granted.

Near the center circle, all of them are from the Holy King family. They are either clan leaders or elders, bringing a group of young men and women with them to see the world.

As we get closer to the inner circle, the situation becomes different.

There was a barrier there, so hazy that it seemed like it could be pierced with a finger.

However, it is very difficult for a life form at the level of the Most Saint Xu Yin or even the Most Saint Dacheng to peer through the barrier and truly peek into the inside of the barrier.

Guagua saw it.

Lie Xinxin, Ye Hanjun - both saw it.

The seats in the inner circle are more exquisite and luxurious. Some of the tables are suspected to be forged from the bones of the descendants of the Gods, while others are melted from super rare minerals. The different styles gathered together give people a colorful look like a cluster of flowers.

The Mapo Sect and the Haixiong Clan - these two great Saint King-level forces, since the destruction of the Meng Divine Bird and its ascension to the throne, were the first to submit.

Including the long-flying chicken family, they also have their own seats. The young and energetic long-flying chicken that wanted to confront the yellow bird just walked out from here.

Then, Ye Hanjun saw some familiar faces.

There were two seats close together, with four witches sitting on them.

Two of them were bathed in sunlight, holy in body and divine in nature.

The other two are surrounded by clouds and mist, full of mystery, and not close to ordinary people.

——Light Witch Goddess! Cloud Witch Goddess!

As expected, these two mortal enemies of the Dark Lamp Abyss sent representatives to congratulate the god on his inauguration.

Even from a distance, Ye Hanjun could smell the disgusting odor on them, and he wished he could peel off their skin and drink their blood.

"The Haixiong clan originally wanted to unite with the witches of Yunhai, but after we slaughtered their vanguard troops, they completely surrendered to the Miemeng clan."

"At present, Yunhai has not yet been deified. The surviving descendants of Guangwu and Yunwu can only curry favor with the Miemeng Divine Bird."

Ye Yin could also vaguely see the scene behind the barrier. He frowned and thought:
"It's quite normal for them to visit the heavens."

"But I didn't expect that the highest level paradise in the universe would have so many representatives."

"The one sleeping soundly against the pillar on the far east side is clearly the Hercules General."

"This is the descendant of the Hercules of Jinshen Mountain. Although there is only one of them, he is an undoubted Holy King and must have a pivotal position in the clan."

"And the woman in red with gold embroidered on her back, that's a dress that only the royal family of Chili Sea is qualified to wear. She's the descendant of the 'Spice Goddess', and she's actually here to participate in the banquet..."

Ye Yin's amazement is enough to arouse the resonance of Ye Liuying.

In fact, Ye Hanjun was also a little surprised. The Hercules of Jinshen Mountain was a barbarian god. He had been relatively low-key in the past two eras, and no amazing records of his battles had been leaked.

Chili Sea is a well-known business destination with many specialties, especially spices.

The source of all this belongs entirely to their guardian, the spice goddess Diane Ling.

This is a female crown, and the contracted deity is "Spicy Demon King". The configuration of one crown and one god is equivalent to having two true gods in charge for a long time.

Without strong strength, no one would want to provoke the sea of ​​​​chili.

Even they have come. Do they want to establish in-depth cooperation, try to develop the resources of the heaven, and eventually incorporate them into the great sea of ​​commerce to make a lot of money together?
Ye Hanjun was suspicious, then glanced at the remaining guests one by one.

Lingyao and Lingshuo, a brother and sister who had met once before from Tushen Mountain, attended the banquet on behalf of Mushen Mountain.

The Thirty-Six-Star Ladybug King, who had also met him once before, and another holy king, the "Seven-Sword Mantis Envoy", attended the banquet on behalf of the Giant Kun Valley.

The most interesting thing is that there are representatives in the Elf Tomb.

Not the one who visited the totem tomb, but two other strange spirit boys with completely different affinity elements.

Instead of deepening the relationship with the totem tomb, the newly promoted god Mie Meng Bird is planning to show their affection, or do they have other unknown plans?

"Hmm? Are there creatures spying on us?"

Ye Hanjun's eyes flickered inadvertently, but he didn't turn his head and continued drinking.

In the dark, his super spirituality spread quietly, searching half a circle, and immediately found the target person in another corner.

It was an angel, a holy angel with six wings.

She sat there motionless, her eyes seemingly glancing towards him casually, then immediately retracted their gaze.

(End of this chapter)