Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

At the crossroads of Eurasia, on the Slavic battlefield.

The endless source of war energy gathered together, transforming into a mysterious barrier that even the reincarnated divine sense of a powerful being could not perceive.

This concealed the mysterious palace, parasitic on faith, behind this "barrier."

The palace was silent. Seated at the head of the table, only the crowned figure could be barely seen, gazing quietly ahead.

Beneath the throne, numerous figures stood on either side, all gazing at the illusory screen in the void before them, just like the crowned figure.

That was the scene of the ancient moon god battling against the "Primordial Great Luo Heaven" in the moon palace.

Ancient gods possess mysterious abilities unknown even to cultivators. The ancient moon god recorded his battle with the "Primordial Great Luo Heaven" with his eyes.

Following the thread of faith, He transmitted this 'movie'-like scene, captured by a camera, to other ancient deities.

The scene in the video where the Primordial Great Luo Heaven killed the Ancient Moon God with overwhelming power left all the ancient gods in the palace silent.

When the 'movie' ended, the palace remained quiet.

The silence was broken when the 'Sovereign' sitting at the head of the table spoke.

"Gentlemen, what are your thoughts on this false heaven?"

After a moment of silence, one of the gods spoke up from among the many figures: "My Lord, the Moon Goddess has received two hundred years of faith power from you."

"In today's world, only a few emperors of dynasties who have borrowed the destiny of their nation can rival its strength."

"The battlefield at that time was on the moon, on His body, where the moon goddess was the absolute ruler, the absolute deity."

"With the support of faith and on his home turf, even if several powerful cultivators accompanied him, they could not defeat him."

"But that false heaven easily killed him. His strength is unimaginable. Even the power he used to kill the moon goddess is hard to fathom."

"I'm afraid that with our strength, we are no match for them."

As ancient gods, they did not engage in the flattery of humans, but instead spoke the truth in the face of reality.

No god refuted the figure's words, and even the 'Sovereign' at the head of the table seemed to acknowledge it.

The 'Sovereign' murmured, "The false heaven is called 'heaven,' and its power is beyond imagination, which is within our expectations."

"But the Great Way will not tolerate him, and will soon unleash the power of the end to contend with him."

"We are the beginning of the Tao, and what will appear is the end of the Tao."

"When our powers are combined, we will be able to contend with that false heaven, and even kill it."

After a pause, the Sovereign continued, "We, as the 'beginning of the Dao,' are not complete. The Great Dao can only be perfected through evolution."

"It was not until the appearance of the second generation of gods that the Great Dao approached perfection."

"But those useless second-generation gods failed to stop the false heavens or protect the Great Dao; instead, they were killed by them."

"They are not trustworthy, but they are precisely the ones who perfect our path."

"Unfortunately, the Moon Goddess could have perfected herself by killing Wangshu, but the appearance of the False Heaven caused her to fail at the last moment."

After a moment's thought, the leader of the ancient gods said, "The Vermilion Bird of the South!"

A figure at the lower end stepped forward: "Master!"

"The war in Africa led me to the Heavenly Emperor, one of the second generation of gods. You must personally travel to Africa, find him, and make him hand over the Seven Southern Mansions, so that you may obtain completeness."

"Now only the seven southern constellations have been fully reincarnated, and only you can achieve perfection."

"After you've done all this, go to the various Xia states and lie low for a while, waiting for the arrival of the 'End of the Dao' before merging with it. This might grant you the power to contend with that false heaven!"

"Yes, my lord!" replied the figure named Southern Vermilion Bird.

He knew he was just an experiment.

Did an ancient deity who had completed his own work and obtained the power of the "End of the Dao" have an experimental subject to contend with the power of that false heaven?

But as an experimental subject, He was neither angry nor resentful or fearful. Killing the false heavens was the mission of these ancient gods.

The mysterious palace opened a crack, allowing the Vermilion Bird of the South to depart.

Silence fell once more within the palace.

……

Namdi Azikiwe International Airport, Nigeria's capital.

A woman with long red hair and a stunningly beautiful demeanor sat expressionlessly in the first-class cabin of the airplane.

She stood out from the other black people in first class; her stunning beauty drew frequent stares from those around her.

But every gaze that fell upon that beautiful figure felt a piercing pain, as if their souls were about to be burned and reduced to nothingness.

Now that cultivators have openly revealed their abilities to the public, and their extraordinary powers are no longer hidden.

The strange feeling this mysterious woman exuded, along with her extraordinary beauty, led people to speculate whether she might also be one of those "superhumans".

Those who can afford to fly first class in Africa are all wealthy people with their own information channels.

After experiencing that soul-wrenching pain, even though he was still captivated by the woman's beauty, he trembled with fear and dared not look at her any longer.

The flight attendant on the plane was equally cautious, standing beside the woman with her head down, quietly asking if she needed anything.

The plane finally landed at the airport. The first-class passengers rushed out of the cabin as soon as possible, fearing that if they were too slow, they would die there.

Zhuque rose unhurriedly, tidied herself up in her modern and stylish casual wear, and stepped off the plane with her long, beautiful legs in high heels.

Even ancient gods, in this world where spiritual energy has only recently recovered, would not be willing to spend a great deal of money to travel from Europe to Africa using "supernatural powers".

Even if they have accumulated enough faith power, they cannot waste it like this.

As ancient deities, they are ancient, but that does not mean they are stubborn and corrupt.

On the contrary, they are more receptive to modern technology than ordinary practitioners.

The ancient gods followed the "Tao," and the evolution of humankind and the emergence of modern technology both conform to the "Tao."

Only that false heaven is an anomaly, so it must be killed to put the Great Dao back on track!

I hailed a taxi at the airport and headed towards the affluent area of ​​Abuja, following the address I received.

Before long, the taxi arrived at a villa surrounded by lush greenery.

This is Abuja's affluent area, filled with top-tier shopping malls, restaurants, and numerous clubs.

The villa's owner seemed to have known about Suzaku's arrival all along. Without anyone stopping him, Suzaku strode across the swimming pool and into the villa.

Inside the villa, the owner was quietly waiting for her arrival.

Zhuque's gaze fell on the person sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

He was a man dressed in an African indigenous robe, with his neck and wrists adorned with precious gold ornaments. Just by looking at his "nouveau riche" appearance, one could tell that he was an African indigenous chief.

Most importantly, he is indeed a Black man.

The black man stared coldly at Zhuque. His expression was dignified, and he possessed an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger, as if an ancient god had descended to earth, gazing upon all living beings with eyes that regarded them as nothing.

"Your gaze is extremely rude, it comes from a god from ancient times!"

Faced with the black man's indifference and authority, Suzaku remained expressionless and unmoved, and said, "Your appearance reminds me of a way to gain faith."

"Oh? What method?"

The Black man asked with a hint of interest.

He would listen to any way that could lead to faith.

Zhuque said in a flat, emotionless voice, "You can write a novel and publish it to increase your fame and gain faith. I've even thought of a title for the novel."

Before the black man could speak, Zhuque continued, "The novel is called 'I Became Emperor in Africa'."

The black man was enraged, and an astonishing killing intent swept over him. That terrifying killing intent was enough to crush the soul of a powerful cultivator.

That wasn't just ordinary killing intent; it also carried the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor!

Zhuque's expression turned solemn. Her body was engulfed in blazing flames, which shielded her from the killing intent and the Heavenly Emperor's majesty.

Seeing that he could not easily crush Suzaku, and also considering the power behind the other party, the black man withdrew his killing intent, but his face became increasingly ugly.

That's right, this black man is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor, one of the ancient gods.

Unlike those cultivators, the ancient gods were all wiped out by the "Primordial Great Luo Heaven" and have no physical bodies.

Therefore, their reincarnation is not a physical reincarnation, but rather something similar to a soul reincarnation.

This ancient celestial emperor was reincarnated into a black man in Africa.

In the ancient heavens, such people were generally similar in status to 'Kunlun slaves'.

As an ancient celestial emperor, he certainly couldn't be a slave of Kunlun.

For the ancient gods, they were born of faith and did not care about their physical bodies; changing bodies was a very easy thing for them.

But things took an unexpected turn for the ancient Heavenly Emperor.

The most important thing he will do after his reincarnation is, of course, to plunder faith.

His target was the faith in Europe.

But in the process of stealing European faith, he discovered that someone had already taken it before him—the very ancient gods who should have perished!

After comparing the strengths of both sides and realizing that he was no match, the second-generation Heavenly Emperor ceased his efforts and abandoned his European faith.

He retreated to Africa, intending to first seize the faith there to consolidate his own power.

On the African continent, having a Black identity is more advantageous for usurping faith, which is why he has not changed his body for so many years.

Now mocked by this ancient god, he secretly vowed that once he had almost completely usurped the Buddhist faith, he would immediately change bodies and never be the Heavenly Emperor in Africa again!

"You've traveled all this way just to mock me?"

"If that's the case, then I can only say that you old folks who should be in your graves are a bunch of boring gods."

The ancient Heavenly Emperor sat up straight and stared coldly at the Vermilion Bird.

Although he was wary of these ancient gods, he was not afraid of them.

As the ruler of the ancient Heavenly Court, he would not allow anyone to trample on his glory.

Suzaku said in a completely emotionless tone, "I am here for our common enemy."

"Our common enemy?"

"A false heaven."

"A false heaven? You mean the 'Primordial Great Luo Heaven'?"

The ancient Heavenly Emperor's voice turned somber, and a barely perceptible hint of panic and fear flashed in his eyes: "Could it be... that he too has been reincarnated?"

"Impossible! With his strength, he should have become an immortal long ago. How could he possibly be reincarnated?!"

Zhuque said calmly, "I have no reason to lie to you. Our Moon Goddess died at his hands not long ago."

"You should have seen it too, the shattering of one of the twin moons."

The ancient Heavenly Emperor subconsciously clenched his hands.

He certainly noticed the broken moon.

After learning that the Ancient Moon Goddess and Wang Shu were reincarnated on the Taiyin Star at the same time, he had given up on Wang Shu.

There, Wangshu would be no match for the ancient moon god.

He thought that Wang Shu had unleashed some kind of inner power and killed the Primordial Moon God, and he was pleasantly surprised by it.

In this era of great strife, Wangshu's power will effectively enhance the strength of these second-generation gods.

In particular, he had always coveted the stunningly beautiful moon goddess.

However, in the ancient times of the heavens, as a god, he had human desires, but those desires were very faint, so he never took the initiative to force the moon goddess.

But after reincarnation, his desires became even stronger and more human-like, and he wanted the Moon Goddess even more.

"You mean, it wasn't Wang Shu who killed the Primordial Moon Goddess, but rather the Primordial Great Luo Heaven that intervened?"

The second Heavenly Emperor himself didn't realize that his jaw was chattering.

Because he had personally witnessed the "Primordial Great Luo Heaven" and was killed by it, he could better understand the terror of that "Heaven"!

However, why did that "heaven" spare Wang Shu and not kill her as well?

The second Heavenly Emperor was puzzled and did not understand.

In the ancient times, Mingming Wangshu had just met the other party when her head was chopped off. Among the many ancient gods, she was among the first to die.

Struggling to control his trembling hands, which resembled those of someone with Parkinson's disease, the ancient Heavenly Emperor looked at the Vermilion Bird of the South before him and said in a low voice, "What brings you to me?"

Suzaku said coldly, "I told you, we have a common enemy."

"A common enemy?"

The ancient Heavenly Emperor sneered: "We are enemies too. You old codgers who should be in your graves, you want to devour us to complete yourselves, don't you?"

Suzaku's voice remained calm: "But compared to our common enemy, our personal grudges can take a backseat."

The ancient Heavenly Emperor remained silent for a long while before slowly asking, "What do you desire?"

Zhuque leaned forward and said, word by word, "Jingmu Han, Guijin Yang, Liutu Zhang, Xingri Ma, Zhangyue Lu, Yihuo She, Zhenshui Yin!"

The ancient Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly: "You need them to make you the complete Southern Seven Mansions!"

In ancient times, the Vermilion Bird, which symbolizes the south, was incomplete, lacking seven parts, namely the seven stars.

It wasn't until the ancient times of Heaven that the Great Dao was perfected, and the seven stars symbolizing the seven southern constellations were finally born.

During that period, the seven star deities could form a formation together to summon the power of the Vermilion Bird of the South.

And now, the true reincarnation of the Southern Vermilion Bird has been resurrected!

Therefore, she wanted to devour those seven star lords to achieve the complete body of the Vermilion Bird of the South.

The ancient Heavenly Emperor's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "They are loyal to me and are my most devoted subordinates. I will not easily betray them."

Zhuque raised his head and said, "I'll pay more!"