Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

At this time, Wushen Mountain spans two hundred li in circumference.

All was silent, not a sound could be heard.

The followers of the Witch God Cult, the soldiers of the Jing, Yan, and Kang kingdoms, and even the generals of the Great Feng Kingdom who were determined to perish together, all fell into a strange stagnation.

They worked in perfect unison and stopped their killing spree.

They did so without prior arrangement.

All eyes were drawn to Luo Chen, whose pure and holy aura shone like the sun.

Should this battle continue?

It all depends on this young man who is comparable to a god.

In an instant.

A silent, heavy pressure, like a towering mountain, pressed down on Luo Chen's shoulders.

That overwhelming sense of responsibility and commitment was like an endless abyss, trying to trap him and prevent him from breathing.

"Young man, I know that you, who have inherited the will of the Confucian sage, want to seal me away once again."

"But even gods make mistakes, so are sages without fault?"

The Witch God recalled the reason why he was sealed by the Confucian Sage, and still felt that the other party was too unreasonable and too domineering.

He was such an idealistic and benevolent, decadent old man.

"The Confucian sage was but a young man! He had never experienced the ancient gods and demons, nor the reign of the Daoist emperors... He was merely a naive child with ideals and benevolence!"

"He advocates 'I think, therefore I am,' which I cannot deny. But when people are starving and dying, thinking is far less important than a full meal!"

"As long as you regard me as your supreme believer, you can ascend to become a sorcerer, absorbing the elements of the world for sustenance, without having to endure the pain of hunger."

Speaking of it.

The black-robed phantom of the witch god continuously emitted enormous black mist, which appeared quite intense.

"If we consider hindering thought as a grave crime based solely on the words of the Confucian sage… then wouldn't the Buddhist path, which encourages people to sever their seven emotions and six desires and enter the Buddhist order, be an unforgivable sin?"

"Why is it that I was sealed away at the same time as the Buddha, only a year and a half less than him?"

For something that has been sealed for a thousand years.

Losing a year and a half of the sealing time is no less than buying a luxury car, and they gave me a five-yuan no-minimum-spend coupon.

The shaman strongly suspected that the Confucian sage at that time was already exhausted and powerless.

That's why the seal was broken for less than a year and a half.

After all, the order of sealing by the Confucian sages started with the Gu God and then the Buddha.

Luo Chen remained silent, knowing in his heart that almost everything the Witch God said was true.

But the Confucian sages were not wrong, the shamans were not wrong, and the Buddha was not wrong either.

These three top-tier human beings all shared the same original intention: to protect humanity. They have never deviated from this principle in the slightest.

Luo Chen is probably one of the few people in the world who has come into contact with three people of the highest rank at the same time.

The phantom of the sorcerer god is right before my eyes, the heroic spirit of the Confucian sage is on my shoulders, and the golden Buddha (Shenshu) is within my body.

To insist on determining right and wrong is merely a limitation of our time.

Just now.

The witch god was determined to show his sincerity, his face adorned with thorn flowers and shrouded in black mist.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing his true form to Luo Chen.

He turned out to be an extremely handsome and youthful-looking boy.

No wonder he was favored by the Divine Demon Divination (Snake and Turtle) back then, but he also suffered endless torment because of it.

In terms of human seniority, the Witch God is the second highest-ranking human.

Its age is the longest, even older than the first super-grade Dao Venerable of the human race.

Unfortunately, Dao Zun was the first chosen one of the planes.

He broke through the shackles single-handedly, succeeding in surpassing his predecessor and becoming a rising star.

"Boss Luo, if it were me, I would only adhere to one principle... Above me, everyone is equal; below me, there is a strict hierarchy!"

"Anyone who disobeys me, I'll kill them, even the sorcerer god!"

"Of course I understand you're an educated person and should be more civilized. Leave the dirty and tiring work to me. (The younger brother is still the younger brother, and the older brother is still the older brother; fortunes change!)"

The words had just begun.

The ancient golden-red city, which had been suspended above Mount Wushen and stood majestically like a celestial palace, suddenly trembled.

Myriad rays of holy light soared into the sky, and the eight vermilion city gates opened one after another, with a thunderous roar that shook the mountains and caused the sea of ​​clouds to swirl back.

The next moment, eight golden dragons leaped out from the gate.

With scales and claws flying, and a dragon's roar shaking the world, they stretched out from head to tail, forming a sacred path to heaven.

Amidst the golden light, a tall and proud figure stood tall.

Clad in gilded armor of a war god, wearing a crown of the sun and moon, and with a long sword stained with battle blood hanging at his waist, his fighting spirit surged like a vast ocean, his sharp edge threatening gods and demons.

The handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the heavens, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the battlefield for eight hundred miles:

"The Command Platform, the First Divine General of Humanity!"

"Today I sit here on Mount Wushen, who among you agrees and who opposes?!"