The pictures in the void spread out in the sky, covering the city near Taishan, allowing people to look up and see the scene in the phantom.

The four fields of Taishan Mountain, flags cover the sky.

There was still dust winding up in the distance, and a continuous line of troops came from afar.

On this day, under Mount Tai, hundreds of races gathered.

The ancient wind was very strong, and the violent mountain wind swept across the continuous mountains, making the flags blew, covering the sky.

Each flag is engraved with a magical animal, wild and simplicity, making people intimidate.

Each flag was stained with a large patch of dark red, and even the flagpole in his hand was dark, as if it was soaked in blood.

The flags of different animals are engraved with hundreds of faces, which means that at this time, hundreds of races gather together in Taishan.

The sound of flags penetrated through the ages and clearly reached the ears of countless people from the Great Zhou on the ground. Looking at the scene in the void, everyone fell silent for a moment.

He looked at the picture in the void with a solemn expression.

As a team of storms arrived, countless people had gathered under the Taishan Mountain. These people were all tall and strong, and at this time they all looked at the foot of Taishan Mountain with a serious expression.

I saw that there was also a large team of people at the foot of Taishan Mountain, located in the center of the hundreds of tribes.

Compared with the hundreds of tribes around this team, the demeanor is more solemn, and the whole body is no longer rough animal skin, which makes it look cleaner and more exquisite.

The surrounding tribes looked quietly at the team at the foot of the mountain, with their expressions changing brightly and darkly, mostly with respect.

A man walked out of the team, with a calm face, holding a sword in one hand, slowly walked up the mountain, and the team followed behind him, with livestock crying and flags engraved with dragons roaring.

The dragon on the flag swims with the wind, like a real dragon.

The team slowly went up the mountain, and the hundreds of tribes were watching. The picture vision also quickly rose from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. There seemed to be drums in everyone's ears, the wailing sounds of livestock, and the smoke rose up.

A magnificent voice sounded in everyone's ears, and a figure seemed to stand on the top of Mount Tai:

"Born as a god, weak and able to speak, young and compassionate, long and smart, and accomplished and intelligent."

When everyone heard the sound, they saw the figure on the top of Mount Tai from childhood to adulthood, witnessing the growth of the figure.

"Strike the Dongyi, fight against Jiuli, and unify the hundreds of tribes!"

As soon as the words changed, the people on the ground seemed to see hundreds of tribes fighting in the void, blood flowing into a river, fighting and shouting sounds shook the sky, and a figure stood with a sword.

"Cultivate virtue and boost troops, cure the five qi, form five kinds of people, soothe the people, and conquer all directions!"

The sword returned to the sheath, and the figure became more stable. He stood up with his hands down and glanced at the fields with his eyes, as if he was patrolling his territory.

"Defeat Emperor Yan in Piquan and kill Chiyou in Zhuolu."

"A hundred battles will bring about unity."

"Creating civilization, cherishing things and loving the people, sowing all grains and plants, starting to make clothes and hats, building boats and chariots, setting music, and civilization continues to begin..."

The sound in the void became more and more magnificent and powerful, and the pictures flashed through the void, making everyone deeply immersed in it.

"Today, we will join the hundreds of tribes, Taishan Fengshan!"

"The world is ruled by all the people, and hundreds of tribes are called emperors!"

The sound in the void became more and more magnificent. The figure stood quietly on Taishan. Ten thousand people bowed their heads behind them. The hundreds of tribes at the foot of the mountain shouted:

"emperor!"

"emperor!"

"emperor!"

The sound of giant drums in the void became more and more deafening, and the thunderous sound rang through the world like thunder, as if announcing the birth of the Lord of the Hundred Tribes to the world!

Even outside the void, all the people of Dazhou standing on the land of Dazhou were swaying with their minds and their blood was gushing. Some people clenched their fists and shouted on the streets of the city:

"emperor!"

Among the city's tall buildings, someone stood in front of the window, looking at the phantom of the sky, clenched his fists and condensed his voice:

"emperor!"

On the fields outside the city, an old farmer stood on the ridge, carrying a hoe, shouting in a hoarse voice:

"emperor!"

At school, there were young children with pure eyes, holding their fists high and shouting in a tender voice:

"emperor!"

"Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!"

The shouts of hundreds of tribes under Taishan and the shouts of tens of millions of shouts on the land of Dazhou are now traveling through time and space for thousands of times, uniting into one, soaring into the sky, and going straight to the top of the mountain.

There was a strong wind in the world, and the flags were rushing. Following the tens of millions of sounds, a dragon roar rang through the world. Above tens of thousands of flags, a mysterious yellow dragon came from the sky and roared to the sky.

The yellow dragon roared, and the magnificent sound spread throughout the world and eight wilderness.

"The auspiciousness of the earth virtue is called Huang."

"The world is ruled by all the people, and hundreds of tribes are called emperors!"

"Huang, Emperor!"

There was a loud bang, the sky and the earth were shaking, the wind was blowing, tens of thousands of flags were rushing, and shouts rang out across the sky.

Amid the roar, the figure standing on the top of Mount Tai quietly overlooked the people of the world, then jumped onto the dragon's back and rode away. Auspicious light rose in the sky, shining on the eight wildernesses.

As the figure walked away from the dragon, the pictures in the void began to collapse inch by inch, and the sky became gloomy again.

Everyone in the Great Zhou looked up at the scene of the cracking in the void, and their minds seemed to be immersed in the time and space thousands of years ago and could not extricate themselves. The blood was still running wildly, with red faces and red ears.

As the picture collapsed, another sound came from the world. The sound was not as loud as before, but rather ethereal, as if it had traveled through thousands of years of time and space.

Everyone in the Great Zhou held their breath and kept their voices silently.

"The two emperors of Yan and Huang, the people,"

"The civilization of eternal times will be inherited by all generations."

......

"The power of the big tripod is the same as hundreds of races."

"Only the virtue of the law, the power of all the people is presented."

......

"The fruits are dense and the trees are dense, and the boats are sailing,"

"Mulberry, hemp silkworm felt, weave silk to make clothes,"

......

“The morality is strong, the voice is soluble,

With the world for a long time, billions of millions will be endless."

The sound in the void penetrated the time and space for thousands of years, and slowly came. When the people in the world came back to their senses, the pictures in the void had all disappeared into the void, leaving only the last echo:

“The morality is strong, the voice is soluble,

With the world for a long time, billions of millions will be endless."

As the words fell completely, everyone's hearts slowly calmed down. Thinking back to the scene I just saw, everyone sighed.

This is the beginning of Yanhuang.

This is the origin of civilization.

This is the root vein of the Great Zhou.

Someone lowered his head and murmured in this word that he hadn't said for a long time:

"Yanhuang."

The young child who was learning to speak beside him heard the adult murmur, and the young child opened his eyes wide and hummed in a vague manner:

"Yanhuang."

The adult looked at the child. The child grinned his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and happily clapped his hands and repeated the words he had just learned:

"Yanhuang, Yanhuang, Yanhuang..."

The vague syllables in the little mouth became clearer and clearer, and the childish voices and words swept away the wind and frost of thousands of years of vocabulary.

The adult raised the happy child and responded:
Chapter completed!