This martial god is too extreme.

Chapter 402 Zhou Wuliang’s path is to become a saint!
The Emperor Star is not far away.

On the tiny planet called the Supreme Council, the Lord of Transport and the Lord of Strategies rarely sat on their own thrones.

Instead, they stood quietly on both sides, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the void began to twist, and a figure walked out slowly. He was not tall, and was even a little thin, but his mere appearance gave people a great sense of majesty, as if the majestic sky had fallen here.

"This is not a place suitable for you to follow. Go find him and bring him the 'thing' I'm handing over to him."

The visitor turned his head to look at the nothingness behind him and spoke slowly.

"As you wish."

An elegant voice sounded, and then the space was rippled.

Seeing this, the strategist smiled slightly, then clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to show respect to the younger generation.

"Above a Taoist master is a servant behind you. You are still as majestic as ever. I am Nan Wuming, the young master of the contemporary world. I am honored to meet Master Tiantong!"

"Master Tiantong? That was the name of the previous Master of Tongtian. My real name is Zhou Wuliang. If you like, you can call me by my former title."

"Infinite Heavenly King."

The thin old man spoke indifferently, his voice carrying an indescribable grandeur. This man was none other than Mr. Zhou.

The Transport Master looked at Mr. Zhou and wanted to bow like the Advisor, but before he could make any move.

Mr. Zhou had appeared in front of him without him noticing, and stretched out his hand to stop the other person's actions.

"You don't have to learn from him. You are the master of luck, carrying the destiny of the human race. You use your body to transform into a tool, lose yourself, and shackle your original heart."

"There are not many people in the human race who can catch my eye from ancient times to now. In this generation, apart from the Ten Days, there are only those who inherit the position of the Lord of Fortune. You don't have to salute me. In other words, no one from ancient times to now is qualified to let you salute."

"The human race will never be able to repay the Lord of Luck."

Old Zhou supported the owner of the transport and spoke softly, his voice carrying a rare gentleness. This was the first time he showed such emotion to an outsider other than his old friends and disciples.

Hearing this, the owner's expression became extremely complicated, his eyes trembled slightly, and he was speechless for a long time.

As for the strategist standing aside, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes at this moment. Just through these words from Mr. Zhou, it seemed that a huge secret was revealed!

He had always believed that the reason why the Lord of Transport was ranked first among the three highest was because he possessed the hidden power of the human race that neither the military nor the political could touch.

But after listening to what Old Zhou said, he realized that the fortune of the Lord of Fortune is the fortune of the human race. He carries the fortune of the human race and is the person who is truly closely connected with the human race.

No wonder he is so sad when he sees natural disasters and man-made calamities, and he feels heartbroken when he sees wars and killings and the suffering of humankind.

Everything that the human race as a whole encounters will be fed back to him.

This is a terrifying shackle, which means that the master will lose his own joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, and his own personality and obsessions. He will be absolutely selfless and fair, and put the human race on the only high ground.

Similarly, the master of luck will also gain extremely powerful strength. The luck of the entire human race will be pressed on one person. Once he starts to take action, the world will be eclipsed.

Thinking about all these things, the strategist's mind was in turmoil, but on the surface there was no change at all.

until
pat!

An old hand rested on his shoulder, and Elder Zhou's voice came slowly: "Logically speaking, this is the ultimate secret of the human race. Apart from the Elders Council and some old guys, no one is qualified to know it, and you are no exception."

"I hope you are smarter. The Supreme Beings of the human race are very precious resources. If possible, I don't want you to die at the hands of your own people."

Zhou Wuliang's voice was very soft, but it made the strategist's body involuntarily stiffen for a moment.

Then, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, my king. This is a secret of the human race. I will keep it all to myself. This is also my responsibility as a human."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhou nodded with satisfaction. Then he disappeared and reappeared on the throne that belonged to the Lord of Transport.

He waved his hand casually, and the throne instantly moved to the side of the owner.
hum! ! !
Infinite brilliance emerged, a dazzling golden light, an exaggerated and gorgeous gilded throne emerged from the sky and slowly descended with indescribable majesty.

The throne seemed to be connected to the sky, and the aura it exuded was so strong that even the two supreme beings felt a little breathless.

This kind of majesty and grace have far surpassed the Supreme! !

Could it be that this Tiantong Master, no, this Zhou Wuliang, has already...
The Lord of Arms and the Lord of Transport looked at each other, and a shocking idea came to their minds.

He has become a god!!

Old Zhou looked at the throne with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. Then he slowly sat down. In an instant, the brilliance faded and the pressure returned to him.

Just like the unbridled sky, it has found its own master.

Old Zhou casually tapped the golden throne with his hands. He seemed to see what the two supreme beings were thinking.

He spoke casually.

"I have not yet become a god, but until the gods return, I am no different from a god."

Hearing this, the owner's eyes lit up, and then he said, "Congratulations on getting what you wished for."

When the strategist heard this, he instantly knew that the demise of the Tongtian Taoist sect was definitely not as simple as a favor turning into hatred. It was likely that everything was planned by the master of Tongtian.

"What you wish for. What you wish for."

Mr. Zhou closed his eyes, his expression bitter: "This price is too high. I calculated everything, but I forgot about human greed."

"Those wicked fellows almost completely destroyed the Tongtian Daoist school. If I hadn't had a group of good disciples in this life, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to remember anything in this lifetime."

"By the way, you should have heard the news. The main traitors back then have redeemed themselves. Since they are in high positions, I'm afraid they will have a significant impact on the operation of the Federation."

Zhou Wuliang said indifferently.

Those big figures who, in the eyes of outsiders, are high and mighty and who control the lives and deaths of countless human beings, are like dead dogs in his mouth.

"Please rest assured about this. When this incident happened, the first generation of the transport master had already made plans. Those traitors may seem to be in high positions, but in fact, there are real people in power behind them."

"Once you return and settle everything, there will be someone to take over and it won't be affected."

The transporter spoke quickly.

"Indeed, what that guy did was a ruthless character. When he was in power, he held all three powers. The two military advisers at the time were just his pawns."

"I trust him to do things, but I have a question, why did Liu Yuan climb to the position of military leader?"

Mr. Zhou suddenly changed the subject and his voice became extremely sharp.

At this moment, the temperature around seemed to have reached freezing point.

"Please allow me to report to you, Infinite Heavenly King. Although I don't know the complicated and tortuous details of that incident, what Liu Yuan did was for the sake of the human race!"

"He merged with a Ruin Spirit and has grown rapidly in cultivation over the years. You also know that our human race has no gods. In order to avoid a repeat of the tragedy of the early days of the Galaxy when the gods return, we must try any possible way to become a god.

The strategist spoke directly to the point.

He didn't want to offend Zhou Wuliang. Even they knew what Zhou Wuliang did on the Imperial Star. He didn't believe that the elders were unaware of it. But those old guys didn't say a word, which already explained a lot of problems.

"The fusion of Xu Ling, I see. You want to see if he can break through the shackles of race after merging with Xu Ling. If he is placed in a low place, he will be secretly strange, but if he is placed in a high place, he will have nowhere to hide." Old Zhou rubbed his chin and spoke.

"Yes, that's right. However, the facts have proved that our thoughts were wrong after all. That road cannot lead to God. His death in your hands is the best proof of that."

The strategist flattered him calmly.

However, as soon as these words came out, Zhou Wuliang's expression instantly turned gloomy.

Boom! !

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered by inky black clouds, with flashes of lightning flashing above it.

"So that thing is the Xu Ling. You might have raised a tiger to cause trouble."

"I failed to kill Liu Yuan. When he was about to collapse, a weird-looking chatterbox crawled out of his body and forcibly took Liu Yuan away." "That guy claimed to be Jie Guang and had strength that was not weaker than mine."

Mr. Zhou had a gloomy face and a hoarse voice.

Upon hearing this, the Transport Master and the Strategist also sensed something was wrong. Liu Yuan had been kept under their noses for these years. They were well aware of the existence of the Xu Ling and were observing the cultivation of the two at any time.

All along, they thought that Xu Ling’s strength was the same as Liu Yuan’s, and from their observations, this was indeed the case.

But now it seems that they have been deceived. The Xu Ling knew that he had been exposed a long time ago, so he used some unknown means to restrain his cultivation and continued to become stronger over the years.

Thinking of this, the expressions of the two men became somewhat unfriendly.

"It doesn't matter. I have planted a mark on him. As long as he appears in this galaxy, I will sense it and kill him immediately."

Mr. Zhou waved his hand.

"I'm not here today to talk nonsense with you. I'm here to take care of three things."

"First, I want to use the ancestral star as the base of my Taoist sect." Old Zhou raised a finger.

"No problem, from now on Zuxing will be the headquarters of Tongtian Taoism!" The transport master nodded readily.

"Second, let those old men from the Council of Elders come to see me!"

Mr. Zhou raised his second finger.

"This"

Hearing this, the two of them looked at each other, unable to give any answer for a moment. The Elders Council was, to some extent, superior to the Three Supremes.

Some of them are either the earliest heroes and sages of the human race, or the three supreme ones of all dynasties.

They really have no say in this matter.

"Why, it's difficult?"

There was a hint of amusement in Mr. Zhou's voice.

"At that time, I applied to reopen the orthodoxy, and it seemed to be rejected three or four times. This matter was considered difficult."

"But God knows right from wrong. I, Zhou Wuliang, am notoriously unreasonable. This matter has made several of my good disciples sad for me for a long time, and it has also made my youngest disciple run around day and night."

"Tell me, is this a favor or a grudge for me?"

Mr. Zhou's voice gradually became colder.

He did not make any movement, but space cracks appeared in the void around him, and dark storms were shaking in them, ready to erupt at any time and devour everything.

"I see. I'll do it."

The owner of the transport had struggled for a long time, but after feeling the murderous intent around him like a tsunami, he had to let go.

"Third, I need the human race and all other races to go to war!!!"

When these words came out, the two of them trembled at the same time, not even knowing what to say.

Declaring war on all races, what the hell is that? Today, the human race has indeed become stronger, has a certain status in the galaxy, and is among the best among advanced civilizations.

But it is definitely not strong enough to go to war with all races. You must know that above the advanced civilizations, there are five ultimate civilizations.

Even the Ultimate Civilization has never gone to war with all races. If Zhou Wuliang in front of them were not so powerful, they really wanted to ask Zhou Wuliang if he was crazy.

"Don't worry, I know you can't make the decision on this matter, and I'm not asking you two."

Zhou Wuliang spoke again, then raised his eyes, looked up at the sky, and whispered.

"When they come, they come down. Hiding and tucking away, what kind of talk is that? Since when did Killing Heaven become like this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the next moment, endless blood color was painted on the sky. The originally thick dark clouds were stained by the blood and turned into blood clouds, as if a sea of ​​blood climbed to the sky, pulling the entire planet into a world of murderous intent.

A tall figure appeared out of nowhere in front of Mr. Zhou. The man had black hair hanging down his shoulders, a pale face, bloodless lips, his left eye was empty and dead, while his right eye was as clear as a child's.

The moment he saw this man, the strategist's expression changed and he bowed slightly: "Greetings, Lord Killing Heaven!"

The owner of the transport clasped his hands together and said, "Greetings to the Killing Heaven!"

But this man ignored these two people who represented the highest power and looked directly at Zhou Wuliang.

"Hey, long time no see."

He stretched out his hand and greeted Zhou Wuliang, as if he was meeting a classmate after a summer vacation.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Zhao Zizai, how are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it, it's just a small problem. I heard what you said just now. Don't make it difficult for the little guy. Let's go. It just so happens that Si Mu Changsheng has called us together."

Zhao Zizai said nonchalantly.

"You can come with me too. We can discuss anything first."

"Is it useful to tell you? You should be unable to influence the federal decision now, right?" Old Zhou looked at Zhao Zizai with suspicion.

Zhao Zizai covered his heart and pretended to be sad.

"Wow, your words are so hurtful. We are friends after all. Besides, even if you can't influence the decision, do you think that cunning old Zhuge will not have a backup plan~"

Elder Zhou frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay, let's go and see how your plan is going. That's not bad either."

"Let's go~" Zhao Ziyi smiled, and then a blood-red door suddenly appeared, and the two walked straight into the door.

Seeing that the door was about to dissipate.

Zhao Zizai suddenly poked his head out from the door.

"Xiao Yun, tell Xiao Wuming everything you can. This kid is too curious. If you investigate privately, you may come across something you shouldn't."

"When that happens, everyone will be embarrassed."

"Okay, I understand, Lord Shashengtian." The transport master nodded.

Hearing this, Zhao Zizai retracted his head, and the bloody door closed instantly.

At this time, there were only two supreme beings left on the field.

The strategist stood where he was, feeling that everything he had just experienced was too shocking, and it seemed that everything was about to go haywire.

"I know your character. If I don't tell you, you will definitely investigate the Daotong incident of that year. Now I can tell you some of the things I know."

The Lord of Transport sat back on his throne and looked at the Lord of Strategy.

The strategist also came to his senses at this time.

"So, Zhou Wuliang, is this also a path to becoming a god?"

"No, that's not it. That person is walking on a unique path. He wants to transform himself into the way of heaven. Only he knows the end of this road."

"This road is not the road to becoming a god, he calls it... becoming a saint!!!"

In the divine space.

Su Tu sat cross-legged, his body slowly floating in the air. The terrifying energy in his body had calmed down.

The power transformed into the outline of a galaxy, flowing through his body, reflecting his divine presence.

(End of this chapter)