If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

The thunderous shouts of "Long live!" resounded throughout the land.

The dark mass of people at the foot of the mountain went completely mad.

The sight of countless gods and Buddhas worshipping had a profound impact on them.

After all, the best auspicious sign they had ever seen was the resounding tolling of bells.

Compared to this strange phenomenon, the sound of the bell is nothing more than a stinky rock by the roadside!

The people were so moved that tears streamed down their faces, and they kowtowed desperately toward the mountaintop.

Even worse, some people, overwhelmed by their emotions, rolled their eyes and fainted.

The scene briefly spiraled out of control, but it was a kind of loss of control stemming from extreme piety.

"Your Majesty's divine might! Great Liang will surely prosper!"

Meng Qianshan knelt on one knee, his voice booming like a bell.

The imperial guards behind him, their initial shock now replaced by boiling blood, knelt down in unison, their roars shaking the heavens.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!!!"

The soldiers' admiration for Zhao Yu reached a new peak at this moment!

It could be said that at this moment, they had become Zhao Yu's mortal servants!

However, in a secluded corner far from the frenzied crowds below the mountain, the atmosphere was as cold as frost.

Zhao Yu stared intently at the substitute on the altar, his face ashen and his teeth grinding together.

The fingernails dug deep into the palm, piercing the skin and flesh, and drops of blood seeped out from between the fingers.

Why should I?!

Why should a beggar who crawled out of a stinking ditch be able to enjoy such glory!

This should have been his!

This extraordinary phenomenon of gods and Buddhas coming to worship, this scene of universal reverence, should all belong to Zhao Yu!

Jealousy and hatred, like suppressed volcanoes, kept assaulting his mind.

Standing beside him, Master Hu was completely stiff, as if struck by lightning.

His eyes were glazed over, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared blankly at the sky.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

"A substitute, a mortal with no dragon aura... how could he possibly attract the worship of gods and Buddhas... Did I miscalculate? No, the secrets of heaven cannot be wrong..."

As the strongest celestial master of our time, no one understands the preciousness of this extraordinary phenomenon of gods and Buddhas coming to worship better than him!

It could be said that, in his imagination, even Zhao Yu, who was destined to unify the world, could only hope to achieve the extraordinary phenomenon of hundreds of gods and Buddhas coming to worship.

But now, with these countless divine and Buddha phenomena filling the sky, are there more than a hundred? A thousand?

Master Hu's lips lost their color and trembled involuntarily.

A thought crossed his mind: Could his prized art of divination have gone wrong?

At this moment, Master Hu's belief had been quietly and completely shattered by this strange phenomenon!

Not far away, the obese old man Hai Gonggong stood straight in place, dumbfounded.

The scene from the Golden Palace a few months ago uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

The scene depicted Zhao Yu sitting high on the dragon throne, while the beggar stood humbly below, not daring to even raise his head.

But now...

Now that beggar stands on the altar of Heaven, receiving the worship of all people, and attracting the descent of gods and Buddhas.

The real emperor, however, could only hide among the crowd, consumed by jealousy, like a rat in a sewer.

Who exactly is this stand-in?

Cold sweat instantly soaked through Grandpa Hai's back.

At the outermost edge of the crowd, Shen Miaochu stood alone in a Taoist robe.

A strange light appeared in her usually cool eyes.

His gaze was fixed on the figure on the altar.

A memory flashed through Shen Miaochu's mind without warning.

Those were the words her master, Master Hu, had spoken three years ago when he divined the secrets of heaven for her.

"The world's fortunes are as calm as still water, except for a golden light piercing the sky in the Great Liang. A true emperor has appeared, and this world will ultimately belong to that emperor!"

At the time, she was curious about what kind of person could be worthy of her master's prophecy.

But now, looking at that soaring golden light and the figure being worshipped by gods and Buddhas, the blurry figure in her mind gradually became clear and finally perfectly overlapped.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

The emperor Master was talking about... that's him!!!

On the altar, Zhao Yu had no interest in appreciating the grand spectacle below.

The instant the phantom of the gods and Buddhas appeared, he felt an extremely mysterious energy surging into his body from the void.

The energy was warm and powerful, and wherever it passed, it made one feel incredibly comfortable.

The true energy within his dantian began to circulate uncontrollably, several times faster than usual, as if it were dancing excitedly within his body after being baptized.

Is this... the feedback from heaven and earth?

Or rather, is it the world's recognition of him?

Zhao Yu's heart stirred slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

A moment later, the illusory images of gods and Buddhas in the sky gradually faded away, transforming into billions of golden specks of light, like dandelion seeds, drifting down to earth.

The people reached out their hands, wanting to catch the sacred light, their faces filled with happiness and contentment.

Zhao Yu exhaled a breath of stale air and examined the changes within his body.

The original five-colored primordial dragon's internal energy now shimmered with golden light, as if it were veiled.

But Zhao Yu didn't know what its purpose was.

Zhao Yu turned to face the other side of the altar.

After the ceremony to the Heaven God was completed, the next step was to worship the Water God.

The crowd below the mountain was still immersed in immense shock and joy, with whispers rising and falling.

"If such auspicious omens occur during the sacrifice to Heaven, will there be similar omens during the sacrifice to the Water God?"

"Of course! His Majesty is the Son of Heaven, even gods and Buddhas come to pay homage!"

"Great! This year will definitely have favorable weather, and we won't have to worry about drought anymore!"

A sense of anticipation spread rapidly among the crowd.

Everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of the next miracle.

Zhao Yu picked up the jade tablet used for worshipping the water god and, according to ritual, began to chant the sacrificial text.

His voice, amplified by his inner strength, clearly resonated throughout the entire mountain wilderness.

As his last syllable faded, the sky changed once again.

This time, it was no longer a dazzling display of gold.

Pure white clouds gathered from all directions and condensed above the altar.

The clouds grew thicker and thicker, and the sky darkened considerably.

Moisture began to fill the air.

"It's going to rain! It's the perfect rain! His Majesty has prayed for rain!"

Another cheer erupted from the crowd.

However, at that moment, Zhao Yu, hiding in a corner, turned to Master Hu with a ferocious expression and said, "Master Hu, I can only rely on you now!"

You must intervene and expose that beggar's deception!

Consumed by jealousy, Zhao Yu was now convinced that the strange phenomenon was the work of the beggar.

It was only then that Master Hu came to his senses and suddenly realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat, even though he had already cultivated a body that could not release impurities.

"Master Hu! Master Hu! Did you hear what I said?"

"call"

Master Hu exhaled, suppressing his complicated thoughts.

He comforted Zhao Yu, saying, "Your Majesty, do not be afraid. This strange phenomenon must be a sign of something wrong. I have calculated that Your Majesty will surely be the one to unify the world!"

"What?" Zhao Yu was a little confused, not understanding why Master Hu was suddenly comforting him.

Even Master Hu didn't realize that he wasn't comforting Zhao Yu, but... himself!

Master Hu sat cross-legged on the simple altar that had been prepared in advance, and more than a dozen flags flew out from his sleeves and were planted in the ground.

Almost at the same time, the color of the clouds above the altar suddenly changed!

The originally white clouds turned into an eerie gray-black color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the altar, Zhao Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed something was wrong!

The energy of heaven and earth that was about to flow into his body was forcibly cut off by a peculiar energy!

He suddenly looked up at the sky.

The peaceful and auspicious signs disappeared, replaced by a desolate and barren landscape filled with dryness and heat!

A bizarre phenomenon of barren land stretching for thousands of miles!

Immediately afterwards, some things began to fall from that withered and strange phenomenon.

It's not a raindrop.

It is a gray powder, like the ash of burnt-out wood.

The powder fell on the people and on the trees in the mountains.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

A commoner was horrified to discover that his brand-new clothes, after being stained with the gray powder, quickly became old and tattered, as if they had endured decades of wind and frost.

The grass on the hillside withered and died at a visible rate.

The once vibrant trees quickly curled and fell off their leaves, leaving only bare, withered branches.

The sweet rain has turned into barrenness!

Auspicious omens have turned into curses!

"What's going on? This isn't rain! What the hell is this?!"

"My clothes! My new clothes are ruined!"

"The trees! All the trees are dead! The grass has withered too!"

Down the mountain, chaos erupted instantly.

The people, who were just moments before immersed in ecstasy, now had faces filled with fear and bewilderment.

That initial fervor and reverence was quickly replaced by fear and doubt.

Public opinion underwent a dramatic reversal in just a few breaths.