Eight hundred and forty years ago.

Shang Nagi used unrivaled momentum to push heaven and earth, unified the world, made Chaoge the capital, founded the dynasty as Shang, and ascended the throne as emperor.

It is spring, and all things are born, just like the life span of a human emperor, which only lasts two or three hundred years.

Compared with the extremely long lifespan of immortals and gods, such a young human emperor is far from even in his prime.

He will be powerful throughout the world and rule the world for at least 120,000 years.

Everyone thinks so.

Countless officials, princes, and aristocratic families regarded Chaoge, the holy capital, as their place of fortune, and moved their entire families, transferring their main family, the core of the clan, and their wealth to Chaoge.

If there are no accidents.

In the next 100,000 years, Chaoge will be the most prosperous and prosperous in the world, comparable to the existence of fairyland and fairyland.

A hundred years have passed.

From a deserted place, Chaoge easily surpassed Xuandu Palace, the most prosperous capital in the world!

It has become the place of orthodoxy in the world.

The power of the Human Emperor is like the sun in the sky!

Two hundred years have passed.

The last remaining remnants of the human earth, the rebellion has been almost completely wiped out, causing the immortal court to tremble and the underworld to hesitate.

The Great Shang Dynasty has become the most splendid flower in heaven, earth and people.

And the stamen of this flower is Chaoge!

Three hundred years have passed.

The name of the Human Emperor has spread throughout the world, and no one knows it. No one knows it. The immortals in the immortal court lowered their eyebrows when they heard it, and the ghosts and gods in the underworld bowed their heads when they heard it.

The reputation of the Great Shang Dynasty reached its peak, frightening all the gods and overlords in the sky and the earth, looking down upon the world, and awe-inspiring in all directions.

The core of the dynasty, the place where the emperor lives, is revered as the ‘Holy City’!

Chaoge becomes more and more prosperous.

It condenses the destiny of the world, governs the creation of heaven and earth, and inherits the great trend left by the ancient human race to this day.

Eight hundred years have passed.

The wind is rustling, the snow is vast, and the lights of swords and shadows have replaced the prosperity of the past. Immortal soldiers and generals are riding the dragon-like road, beating drums and trumpets, vibrating their guns and polishing their armor. I don’t know what kind of sad and beautiful blood flowers will be reflected.

"The peerless killing formation laid out by the emperor of Chaoge himself is one of the most powerful formations in history. If you want to conquer the Holy Capital, you must first break the formation!"

Ziwei Tianjun is high in the sky, sitting on a jade chair, quietly listening to the reports of his generals.

He has a pair of purple-gold pupils in the shape of a hexagonal rhombus, which are completely different from ordinary people and monsters.

Her long lavender hair flutters in the wind, and her sword eyebrows stand tall, like a peerless sword hidden in its sheath, held but not released.

"The formations in the world are nothing more than the three forces of heaven, earth, and man standing in a powerful position. The formation is a dead thing, and it is also a death formation. No matter how strong the formation is, there is no reason why it cannot be broken."

"Tianjun has high opinion, and I believe that the formation of Chaoge is based on the general trend of the dynasty and the great fortune of the human race. To break this formation, we only need to cut off the fortune of the great merchants and the great fortune of the human race.

If these two are broken, the great formation will be like a tree without roots or water without a source, which can be broken in a matter of seconds."

Ziwei Tianjun lightly tapped the armrest of the jade chair: "Is there any good strategy?"

The Heavenly Official under his command immediately handed over his hand and said: "The great merchants started from the Emperor of the People, but now the emperor is no longer in the world, and the fortune of the great merchants has reached its peak since five hundred years ago.

After the peak, the good state must come down. This is the ultimate principle of heaven.

If there was an emperor sitting in the human world, it could continue for tens of thousands of years, and even reach new heights.

But the Emperor passed away.

Dashan's fortunes began to decline decades ago.

To ten years ago.

The three major cults have risen in power and fallen off a cliff. Now they are no longer something to be afraid of.

It’s just..."

"The great fortune of the human race, right!" Ziwei Tianjun has already seen everything.

"The great merchants were founded by the human race, but the human race is not the great merchants. Even if the dynasty is destroyed, the great fortune of the human race will still be there.

The human race is the orthodoxy of the human world, and the so-called name of the human world was also founded by the human race.

Their existence has even been recognized by Heaven.

If you want to cut off the great fortune of the human race, it is tantamount to going against the will of heaven, and it is indeed almost impossible to do."

The Heavenly Official lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, and responded repeatedly: "That's true. With our power... we can't shake the great destiny of the human race at all."

"No problem!" Ziwei Tianjun waved his hand, and five figures flew out of his sleeves.

Messenger of the Five Plagues, God of the Five Plagues!

Although the cultivation of these five gods is low, their official positions are real. They are existences recognized by heaven and control the power of the five plagues.

"The Immortal Emperor has already calculated the changes in the human world, and asked the Five Plague Gods to plant the seeds of disaster decades ago. With their presence, they can temporarily cut off 10% of the great fortune of the human race."

Tianguan was a little puzzled: "The human race is at its peak, even if only 90% of it is left... it is far from a behemoth that we can shake."

"Ninety percent?" Ziwei Tianjun smiled, and then slowly shook his head: "Not ninety percent!"

"The Human Emperor is indeed a peerless emperor who has never appeared in millions of years. He almost single-handedly destroyed the thousands-year-old plan of our Immortal Court and the Underworld.

Build a new dynasty on the ruins, unify the world, and unite the great destiny of the human race.

But he is also the one who succeeds, and he is also the one who fails.

The fortunes of the human race had already hit rock bottom during the Great Xia period, and they had gone through five thousand years of chaos. Even if the Human Emperor reestablished a new dynasty, what would he be able to change in just eight hundred years?

What's more...

The fortune of the human race is 30% higher than that of other emperors.

As soon as he leaves.

Not only did he disappear, he also took away 30% of the great fortune of the human race.

Now the power of the human race.

It’s not as good as a thousand years ago, when only 70% of those in the heyday of the Great Shang Dynasty had less luck.”

The Heavenly Official was delighted when he heard this: "If another five plagues are temporarily destroyed by 10%, and the human race's great fortune is less than 60%, then we... will have a chance."

"No!"

Ziwei Tianjun looked up at the sky: "Even if there is only 60% left, it will not take three moments to defeat Chaoge.

We need to cut it by another 30% before we can win!"

"How... can this be done?" Tianguan couldn't believe it.

Cutting off the orthodox luck in the world, even if it is only temporary, cannot be done with just a few words.

At least they now control so many immortal gods in the Immortal Court, and there is nothing they can do about it.

Ziwei Tianjun gently grasped it with his five fingers, as if he had a plan in his chest: "The world has been in catastrophe for ten years, with wars and chaos, and hundreds of millions of mortals have died. The turbulent situation has made people's hearts wander, and their luck has fallen by half.

The underworld controls the six paths of life and reincarnation. I have informed the ten kings of hell that as long as they take action, they can cut off half of the human race's destiny."

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"Where's the remaining 20%?" Tianguan asked hurriedly.

"There are still 20%..." Ziwei Tianjun looked into the distance, as if waiting for something.

In the distance, white snow is falling and dark clouds cover the roof, just like the situation in Chaoge below.

Suddenly.

A wisp of red cloud appears at the end of the sky.

Ziwei Tianjun stood up suddenly: "The last two percent cannot be destroyed by foreigners. Even if the law of heaven suppresses it, there are still people who can defeat it.

I want to ruin the great fortune of these two people...

Only the human race itself!"

Within Chaoge.

The right prime minister, Zhong Hui, was hanging in the void with the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty, looking at the vast number of immortal soldiers and generals in the ninth heaven, all of them frowned and looked solemn.

"Yi Yin..."

Right Prime Minister Zhong Hui silently recited the name of Left Prime Minister, not knowing whether the previous decision was correct.

If the Holy City is destroyed, the great merchants will perish, and the world may change hands.

By then.

Where should the billions of human beings go?
To be continued...