Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1306 Becoming the Emperor of Ziwei
Several powerful people in the prehistoric times all looked towards the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain.

At first, Deng's frequent retreats to Yuxu Palace seemed a bit strange. Why would you go to Yuxu Palace instead of staying at your own Mount Emei or visiting Wahuang Palace? But gradually, I got used to it.

The parties involved have no objection, the Chan sect has no objection, so what opinion can a group of outsiders have?
Haotian stroked his beard and said nothing. He had also seen the illusion created by Deng Chanyu using the Bi Tian Gong before. He thought that she had broken through to the Quasi-Saint level in a hurry and her foundation was unstable, so she used magic to cover it up. He didn't expect that she would kill Shan Shi so quickly.

In a moment, the series of operations that Deng Chanyu had planned for Yuan Feng emerged in his mind, and he suddenly realized that this was what was going on. He used a priesthood that the Jiejiao looked down upon to sever the cause and effect and let everyone survive.

The qualifications, wisdom and means of this disciple of Saint Nuwa are all outstanding.

He had just found the opportunity to prove his Dao, and then he killed the first corpse. This was nothing new to Haotian. The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the Two Saints of the West all had this ability in the past. When Hongjun preached for the first time, Nuwa and the Saint Taiqing broke through the bottleneck of the Golden Immortal of Daluo, found the opportunity to prove their Dao, and killed the first corpse. These three things were done in one go, and their aptitude was even more amazing.

The first corpse is the easiest to behead, just like the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, who found the opportunity to attain enlightenment. However, it is also normal to behead the first corpse after more than a hundred years. At this stage, what one worries about is the quantitative catastrophe and the heavenly catastrophe, not one's own lifespan. Eighteen hundred years is really insignificant. It doesn't matter whether it is fast or slow, as long as it is beheaded. There is no requirement for speed.

The rosy glow that enveloped Kunlun Mountain lasted for a full seven days. When the light faded, the Yuxu Palace's mountain protection formation also rose.

Deng Chanyu was in seclusion in Yuxu Palace, stabilizing the realm she had just broken through, while Fenghuang officially held the succession ceremony.

Haotian naturally did not want the Emperor of Ziwei to be born and take away some of his power, but the matter was already done and he could not oppose it in a big way. This was the system of the Heavenly Court. He became the Emperor of Heaven by relying on the system, and now Fenghuang became the Emperor of Ziwei by relying on the system.

As a beneficiary of the system, he could only agree and, in accordance with the procedures, wrote a letter of recommendation, which was considered as the Emperor of Heaven recommending Fenghuang to the Heavenly Dao to serve as the Emperor of Ziwei. Whether it agreed or not was up to the Heavenly Dao. It didn't really matter whether this edict existed or not, but it was better to have it than not, as at least the procedures were completed.

Fenghuang also wrote a congratulatory letter in the tone of the newly-minted Dou Mu Yuanjun. It was impossible for Yuan Feng to write such a thing, and she did not inform Yuan Feng. She wrote it for herself, with a few words of praise. After finishing writing, she took Dou Mu Yuanjun's seal and stamped it with a "click", and this procedure was completed.

Phoenix wore a full set of robes and a Chixiao sword hung from her waist. She was on the altar of Chixiao Palace, reciting her own memorial in front of all the immortals.

This is not for Haotian, Haotian doesn't deserve it, this is for the way of heaven.

The "rituals" of the prehistoric world today are often very simple. Hongjun would never have established a rule that civil officials should enter with their left foot first, while military commanders should enter with their right foot first. In the eyes of a sage, would such behavior be necessary? Who would care which foot an ant enters first?
Haotian wanted to make it more complicated, but before it was just a makeshift team and was powerless. Now there are more people and more things to do, and each one is a big deal. He is so busy that he has no time to think about etiquette.

Phoenix knew that the fairies did not want to see messy rituals, and there was no need to be mysterious. Instead, it would be better to let everyone eat and drink well. She also tried to keep the ceremony as simple as possible.

In the ancient times, it was not popular to refuse three times. If you say in a memorial that you are "insufficient in virtue" or "choose someone else who is more capable", the heaven will really replace you.

Eastern immortals are more reserved and cannot say things like "No one understands Emperor Ziwei better than me."

It’s not good to be too humble, nor is it good to be too arrogant.

Phoenix briefly recounted her own virtues, then devoted considerable space to describing her achievements over the years. From the minor demons of Funiu Mountain to the Styx Patriarch in the Sea of ​​Blood, these were all her achievements in combating demons and monsters. What did this prove? It meant that I was the man of great virtue! It was only natural for me to be the Purple Star Emperor! Who else but me?
Her seal transformed into a golden light, piercing the heavens. Ten breaths later, the seal in her hand, representing the authority of the Purple Star Emperor, was enveloped in a shimmering purple light. This signified that she had received the official recognition of Heaven and was now the head of the Four Imperial Clan, the true Purple Star Emperor. Old Zhu shouted, "Congratulations to the Emperor!"

A bunch of immortals around him glared at him, "You have no moral integrity, we agreed to shout together!" They also shouted at the top of their lungs.

The words "Congratulations to the Emperor!" echoed in Ziwei Star.

Phoenix laughed loudly: "Today is a beautiful day, let's celebrate with you all. Come, serve some wine!"

Numerous maids and fairies poured wine for the fairies like butterflies flying through flowers. A quarter of an hour later, a cup of slightly turbid wine appeared in front of the fairies.

Some immortals felt that they were being neglected. We came from far away to congratulate them, and you give us this kind of turbid wine?
Some immortals were more knowledgeable and saw that the wine had an extraordinary origin, but they did not dare to speak out for fear of being ridiculed if they said something wrong.

Taibai Jinxing, who had collaborated with Fenghuang and Deng Chanyu many times and was a natural at supporting roles, stepped forward at the right moment to ask, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, this wine is green in color, like the morning sun. Smelling it makes me feel refreshed, and looking at it makes my eyes clear. It seems to have some origin. I wonder what it is?"

Phoenix smiled and said, "When this wine was brewed, a few drops of the essence of the innate spiritual root Fusang wood were added. Smelling it will extend your life by 720 years, and drinking a cup will add another 36,000 years to your lifespan."

After all, the hibiscus tree is a rootless tree and cannot bear fruit on its own. It can only take some of its essence to entertain guests.

With the addition of Phoenix's winemaking skills, it smells better than ginseng fruit and peaches, but the effect of drinking it is still not as good as the spiritual fruits that combine the essence of the two.

Some of the immortals had heard of the Fusang wood, while some had not. However, thanks to the popularization of science by the immortals around them, they all knew that it was a good thing. They hurriedly picked up their wine glasses, fearing that if they delayed for too long, the essence would be lost.

"Ha--!" The barefoot immortal almost stood up because of the spicy taste of the wine. As soon as the wine went into his stomach, he felt as if there was a huge furnace in his body. It was hot!

He had always been unkempt and had no intention of covering up at this moment. He bared his chest and felt a heat rushing through his body. This rush was very benign, as it broke through the poison accumulated from taking pills for a long time, as well as some hidden injuries.

The heat flow from the essence of the hibiscus wood circulated continuously for seven cycles and then slowly disappeared.

The barefoot immortal felt extremely comfortable all over, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

All the immortals gained some benefits to a greater or lesser extent, and this time their tones of congratulations to Emperor Ziwei were more sincere.

(End of this chapter)