The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 36: Wait Until Autumn Comes September th

When autumn comes on September th, when my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.

On the day of ancestor worship, there were endless battles!
The position of the Holy Son of Wanchu Holy Land was completely determined today—

Unparalleled in the world, he attacks the four poles with the body of a Taoist.

He fought against nine candidates for the title of Saint, looked down upon all the heroes, and defeated them all in one battle.

"He has such fighting power at the third level of Dao Palace. If he reaches the fifth level of Dao Palace, he won't even need to break through the Four Extremes Secret Realm. I'm afraid he can kill a Four Extremes cultivator with one hand, right?"

Some of Wanchu's true disciples sighed softly, saying that being born in the same holy land and of the same generation as such a person was both an honor and a sorrow.

I was able to see his glorious rise, so splendid, but I could only be a foil, an insignificant figure behind him.

"Mu Wushuang reminds me of the ancient Jiang family. He was known as the best attacker in the past five thousand years. He was a natural talent, but unfortunately he suddenly disappeared. The Holy Son is comparable to the peerless God King of the Jiang family back then."

The field gradually became noisy. A supreme elder stared at the figure in the field with a dazed look on his face. He thought of the Jiang family's peerless god king who was famous in the East Wilderness and whose name was recorded in the classics.

The peerless god king Jiang Taixu!
The first attack in five thousand years!

"The battle of the Holy Sons is over, the general situation has been determined, and we will follow the rules of the past generations. From now on, Mu Wushuang is the Holy Son of Wanchu and the future Holy Lord."

Saint Wanchu stood up, and streams of chaotic mist surged up from behind him, rushing straight into the sky. An unprecedented pressure enveloped the entire place.

People trembled, as if they saw a god from chaos reviving.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

In the field, whether it was the disciples or the elders, they all bowed down in submission, meeting the future Holy Lord Wanchu and paying homage to Mu Wushuang.

boom!
At this moment, Mu Wushuang was standing on the Chaos Green Lotus. After the battle was decided, he went to the Wanchu Holy Land to pay homage. A mysterious force emerged and surged towards the celebratory clouds in the heavens behind him to bless his body.

Even the Wanchu earth beneath his feet was pulsating, as if recognizing him, emitting one golden Dao rhythm after another that merged into the celebratory clouds in the heavens.

In just a moment, his Zhu Tian Qing Yun, which was originally just a rubbish copy, was gradually perfected. Finally, the word "rubbish" could be reluctantly discarded and it could be called a copycat.

At the same time, one's own luck and fortune are nourished, one's virtue matches one's position, and one is blessed by heaven. One's every move is accompanied by good fortune and fortune, and one is invincible and admired by all.

"The position of the Holy Lord gathers the luck of a holy land, which is also of great benefit to my own cultivation."

Mu Wushuang took a deep breath and realized this grand trend. It was as if he was standing on the torrent of the times, rolling forward. Nothing could stop him and nothing could remain undefeated.

Those who are blocked will be defeated, and those who are attacked will be subdued!

The grand momentum is unparalleled in the world!
Below the high platform, Shi Xuan looked up, seeming a little desolate, but no one paid attention to him. He could only feel sad in silence, and then work hard to chase after the figure who was at the peak of his career.

In this battle, he was the loser, but the winner was the future of Wanchu Holy Land;

He now began to believe that, just as his father and grandfather had said, Mu Wushuang and Wanchu's future was bright.

Soon after, all the elders, the supreme elders, and the heads of various places in the holy land came to meet Mu Wushuang one by one. It was an alternative handover and report. He would officially start to take charge of some of the power of Wanchu and become the spokesperson walking outside.

It was not until half an hour later that the noise gradually subsided and people dispersed. Only Saint Lord Wanchu stayed and looked at Mu Wushuang.

"You have proved to me and everyone in Wanchu Holy Land that the future prosperity of Wanchu is in your hands. Come with me. The 20 million jin of source and the divine materials you requested have been prepared for you."

"Ok."

Mu Wushuang nodded, gathered his divine power, and the Chaos Green Lotus vision and the four secret weapons entered his body. He flew through the air in one step and caught up with the pace of the Holy Lord Wanchu.

During the entire process, there was no intention of being polite to Saint Lord Wanchu.

After all, ever since he decided to show some of his talents in Wanchu Holy Land, he has been bound to Wanchu Holy Land.

Similarly, Saint Wanchu, who understood what he meant, had a constant smile on his face. Even though he was about to spend most of Wanchu's savings of half a year, his eyes looking at Mu Wushuang became brighter, as if he was witnessing every scene of the future.

After this battle, he has realized that Mu Wushuang's physique or bloodline is definitely not simple.

Being able to cultivate such terrifying combat power at the third level of the Dao Palace, I'm afraid that even if he is not the best physique in ancient, modern and future as rumored, he is almost there.

Since Mu Wushuang has come to Wanchu, then this is Wanchu’s opportunity—

Coincidentally, this opportunity was firmly grasped by them at the moment when Mu Wushuang first entered the Wanchu Holy Land.

At this moment, he had already begun to fantasize - in the future Wanchu would also have an emperor belonging to them, how glorious that would be?
He was looking forward to it too much.

Therefore, Saint Lord Wanchu secretly made a decision in his heart that from today on he would no longer make enemies with others, and he must live to see the day when Wanchu would have his own emperor.

“Wushuang, from today on, before you break through the fifth level of the Dao Palace, you will live in this Dragon Vein Secret Realm. Just tell me what you need. You just need to concentrate on your practice. You will be the hope for the prosperity of Wanchu Holy Land in the future!”

Mu Wushuang was born in Jinyan Cave Heaven, and was considered the direct descendant of Wanchu. He had no unknown origins. Since he won the position of Wanchu Holy Son, it meant that all the resources of the Wanchu era would be tilted towards him.

It would definitely be a good thing for Wanchu Holy Land if Mu Wushuang grew up earlier, and everyone in the holy land would benefit from it.

Why not make such an investment?

Regarding this matter, the high-level officials of Wanchu Holy Land will definitely not allow anyone to interfere.

Using such a huge holy land to support Mu Wushuang was already a great trend. It was also the common will of all the high-level officials and even the elites of Wanchu Holy Land.

Mu Wushuang nodded, bowed and thanked him, saying, "I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Holy Lord Wanchu nodded with satisfaction.

Under the personal escort of Saint Lord Wanchu, Mu Wushuang quickly arrived at the Dragon Vein Secret Realm.

(End of this chapter)