The ancient god emperor in the city

Chapter 481 Reincarnation
Reincarnation is endless, fate is unyielding...

The illusion of reincarnation between Zhao Chen and Tang Wan'er is still going on, this time they created this world at the same time.

Huaxia Longyan City, every year on this day, worships the ancient god Longchen. The city is bustling and the streets are crowded with people. Everyone has different expressions on their faces, pious, impetuous, joyful, indifferent, while the younger generation , it seems that the belief in the sacrifices has long been forgotten, and perhaps in another hundred years, the sacrifices will no longer exist.

Outside the city is a sea area, endless blue, from time to time a few big snow-white birds fly by, busy figures of people can always be seen on the pier, with huge cargo ships, this is the most prosperous city in China, occupying the entire One-third of China's seaborne trade.

However, just a few days ago, the emperor issued an order to control the export of strategic material trade, which made this ancient city seem to have changed a little. Maybe this is just a precursor.

China has a vast land and abundant resources, the most prosperous of which is the export of weapons, which has earned inexhaustible profits.

Of course, this time the export restriction was opposed by some merchants who make a living by exporting weapons, but this was named after the emperor, and they could only complain in private.

As the management family of Longyan City, the Zhao family seems to be living a relatively stable life. Thousands of years ago, when the Huaxia Empire was established, the Zhao family also made great contributions, received awards, and became the master of Longyan City, ruling from generation to generation.

Thousands of years have passed, and the Zhao family is no longer the prince with one hundred thousand mercenaries. Today's Zhao family has less than five hundred members.

Live a relatively peaceful life.

At ten in the morning, the climate is mild and there is a salty smell, which the people here have long been accustomed to.

Swaying in the breeze, under a centuries-old tree, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was holding a dead branch and drawing strange patterns under the old tree.

The boy looked a little thin, his eyes were clear, and he exuded calmness. He was wearing a fairly good satin shirt, but it looked a little small and old.

"Brother Long, you are drawing these strange things again, don't you feel bored? Today is a big day for sacrifice, and we will go there soon."

I saw an eleven or twelve-year-old kid with a tiger head and a tiger head, wearing a new silk dress, and a tiger head jade pendant, which was very valuable.

He seemed a little impatient.

What appeared in those eyes seemed to be pity, or desolation?

"Huzi, there is still a period of time for the sacrifice, it will be like going later..."

Hu Zi was also helpless, walked forward, twisted his feet, and wiped off all the patterns on the ground.

"Brother Long, don't draw in the future, go find grandpa, maybe... in the future, in the family, I can leave some property for you..."

Huzi's heart sank, and the anger in his eyes couldn't go away.

There are more than 30 children in their generation. As soon as they are born, they have to test the power of their bloodlines. Huzi inherited the upper-class bloodlines, and his aptitude is not bad. Strength, aptitude is also pitifully weak.

A child like Zhao's is destined to have no future.

But the strange thing is, Zhao Chen's eyes never showed a trace of loss, always a strange feeling, conceited, arrogant?

"Huzi, let me ask you, what is your cultivation level now?" Zhao Chen threw away the dead branches in his hands, patted the dust on his body, and stared at Huzi with a pair of clear eyes, as if he could Its see through.

What Hu Zi is most afraid of is Zhao Chen's self-confidence, and he doesn't know where it comes from, why?
"Third level of Qi refining."

Zhao Chen shook his head, with some strange smiles on the corners of his mouth.

"Huzi, with your cultivation, you should be considered a genius in this generation. Why are you always dissatisfied?"

Zhao Chen lightly touched Hu Zi's head, Hu Zi gritted his teeth, and suddenly pushed Zhao Chen away and fled away.

In the past, he admired Zhao Chen, because Zhao Chen knew a lot of things and often told him some strange stories, but slowly, the gap between them also appeared.

The status is naturally different.

Perhaps he is the only one who associates with Zhao Chen now.

Zhao Chen raised his head and looked towards the sky. How many thousands of years have passed?

It has been 11 years since he was reborn in this era. Let alone 11 years, even 1000 years, it was nothing in his consciousness.

A long time ago, the God Realm, the order was basically stable, but the war still came.

In that era, the God Emperor was the ruler of everything and despised all living beings. The God Emperor had nine sons, and he was one of them, named Long Jun.

It's a pity that the good times don't last long. The rule of the God Realm under high pressure will eventually turn into a bubble, which will burst with a single poke. As the son of the God Emperor, of course he also participated in the battle of destruction.

There is no land in the God Realm that is peaceful. There are countless deaths and injuries, and the war has lasted for an unknown number of years. He only remembers that the last resistance in the God Realm Heaven was also so powerless. The witch race, the human race... are all fighting over who will be the next generation of God Emperor.

Watching the brothers beside him die in battle one by one, a trace of sadness also flashed in his heart...

The heavenly court was annihilated, and the god emperor didn't know where he was going. He only remembered that he had jumped out of the cycle of reincarnation, and it might be impossible to enter the realm of the gods again. He wanted to live!Even if there is only a trace of remnant soul.

No god knows, the consequences of jumping into reincarnation, whether there is still the memory of the past, everything is just a mystery.

Zhao Chen yawned.

"It's another boring day, can't we have something interesting?" Zhao Chen leaned on the ancient wood, stretched out his little hand, and a mass of breath that ordinary people couldn't see was flowing.

The last remnant of divine power was preserved.

It's just that it hasn't been completely fused yet. Once fused, whether this weak body will collapse or not is unknown. He must be extremely careful and nourish his body little by little.

And this secret, only he knows it.

Three thousand big worlds, hundreds of millions of small worlds, he didn't feel too much, because he was born in the God Realm, which was only recorded in the ancient classics.

Under the gods and men are immortals, and under the immortals are mortals, also known as ants.

Everyone wants to become stronger, everyone wants to stand at the top, and he is no exception.

As a member of the Zhao family, he doesn't seem to be very conspicuous, so that in Longyan City, not many people have heard of him, and everything is hidden deeply.

Today is the day of offering sacrifices. In previous years, Hu Zi would always be by Zhao Chen's side, waiting for him.

But this year everything has changed.

Huzi is already impatient, he also wants to have his own future, instead of fooling around with a seemingly useless kid like Zhao Chen.

On the street, people walked towards the beach one after another.

On the sacrificial platform by the sea, a huge stone statue has stood for a thousand years, and it looks mighty and powerful under the bright sun.

Before the sacrifice started, people gathered early, just to make a good fortune.

Zhao Chen climbed up a big tree, quietly looked towards the sea, waiting for the start of this year's sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)