Since ancient times, believers of Huangtian Dao have been working hard to pray to Huangtian God and pray for communication with the distant Huangtian world.

Some people became crazy because of this.

There are also people who claim that they have truly completed communication and received revelation from God.

Some people even claim to have heard God’s voice and received God’s gift…

At this moment, Zhang Xinhui felt a hazy call coming from the void.

There was a yellow cloud rising in front of his eyes.

The endless starry sky appears in the clouds and mist.

The stars emitted a strange light.

Waves of indescribable singing came from the starry sky.

Amidst the hymns of the stars, a huge yellow planet fell from the sky.

That is where the Huangtian World is.

Zhang Xinhui's eyes were attracted by the never-ending black and yellow storm on the planet.

Even though the storm was full of extreme distortions and changes, it was constantly spreading long air currents that were pathological and contrary to human beauty.

But there is always an indescribable magic that stirs the heartstrings.

The more Zhang Xinhui looked at it, the more fascinated he became.

As if following the changes in the airflow of the black and yellow storm, his consciousness also escaped from the human world and went to the Huangtian world nine days away.

'My God, is this the revelation you gave me?'

In the endless storm, Zhang Xinhui seemed to see himself as a young man in the past, and saw scenes from the past.

Zhang Xinhui was born into poverty. When he was eight years old, in order to support his family, he went to the streets every morning to sell dried tofu.

Because he often attended classes outside the academy and occasionally helped students with their homework, he was later spotted by the academy's teachers and became a disciple for free.

Zhang Xinhui, who had no money to practice martial arts, was very grateful to the academy teacher for his appreciation and firmly grasped this opportunity.

The next step was to study hard in the cold window, read a lot of books, and study without sleep and food every day.

Because of his intelligence, studiousness and extraordinary talent, Zhang Xinhui quickly became famous in the local area. He almost ranked first in the academy's monthly exams every month.

Because he came from a lower class background, Zhang Xinhui was used to seeing the sufferings of the people since he was a child, and he once had the ambition to govern the country and bring peace to the country.

He dreams that one day he will be named on the gold medal list and wipe out the desolate countryside and poor people's livelihood that he has seen since he was a child.

But after he fell pregnant at the age of 12, and until he was 40, every exam Zhang Xinhui took ended in failure.

Continuous failures were a serious blow to Zhang Xinhui's original ambition.

In order to make a living, Zhang Xinhui, after two consecutive failures, became a teacher for local wealthy people to support his family.

His long teaching career allowed him to witness the arrogant and luxurious life of those wealthy families at close range, which was in sharp contrast to the lower-class life in which he lived.

Finally, when he was 40 years old, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou. Ten houses were empty, and people were eating each other.

He joined the Huangtian Sect and developed a large number of followers with his profound knowledge and eloquence.

Zhang Xinhui seemed to recall the quarrel with the academy teacher after that.

"Zhang Xinhui, how can you join the Emperor's Heavenly Dao? And still follow them to spread their teachings? Do you know that if you do this, you will become a cult monster and you will never be able to pass the imperial examination in your life."

"Teacher, I have been taking the exam for almost 30 years. How many 30 years are there in life?"

"Then you can't collude with the cult. Your book has been read into the dog's belly?"

"It's not that I haven't studied hard. I also want to become a successful person one day and be able to govern the country and bring peace to the people."

"But will those noble gentry, those famous warriors give us a chance? Do they read as many books as me?"

"As long as they spend a little money, they can take away all our places in the exam."

"They spend the lowest money to collect grain from the people, and then join forces to raise the price of grain, taking advantage of natural and man-made disasters to occupy all the people's fields."

"Go and ask the people outside the city what the refugees want. They just want to have a full meal. They just want a piece of land to feed themselves."

"But they have worked hard all their lives, they have cultivated fields all their lives, and in the end they can't even feed their children. Is this reasonable?"

"Why is this happening? Because these gentry are right-wing and these warriors are playing tricks on them. They only need to spend a little bit of money to make the poor people work like cows and horses for the rest of their lives."

"Teacher, is it useful to study for the imperial examination?"

"The imperial court cannot control them, but Huangtian Dao can."

"The fate of the Han Dynasty has declined, and there is no place for me to use it, but the Emperor of Heaven has..."

"Only the Emperor and God can allow me to display this talent...

In the haze, the speaking figure turned his head and seemed to be looking at Zhang Xinhui at this moment.

The past and the present seem to have converged when the two sides' eyes collided.

Zhang Xinhui felt that at this moment, he seemed to have some kind of intersection with his past self.

But when he wanted to take another serious look, yellow clouds rolled in, a hazy murmur came again, and the picture changed again.

The airflow twists and surges.

Zhang Xinhui seemed to be completely immersed in this change, and he was even more fascinated by those images that were upside down, distorted, but perfectly integrated.

What appeared in front of him at this moment was a white-haired man wearing a blue uniform, just like Zhang Xinhui in old age in the future.

This picture of Xinhui looks very old, and his eyes are full of despair for life.

He looked at Zhang Xinhui at this moment and shouted: "Stop...Chu Qiguang!"

"Otherwise the whole world... will be bought by him..."

"The atmosphere, the ocean, the sunshine, the land... everything... everything will belong to him..."

"Whether it's a human... or a demon... I'll owe him from the moment I'm born..."

"Work... it takes a lifetime of work to repay him... there will be no peace even after death..."

"Stop him! We must stop him!"

The yellow clouds and mist surged and swirled again. Although the scene in front of him had disappeared, it left a deep impression on Zhang Xinhui.

Even if it was just a vague phantom, he could feel the despair in the other person's tone.

'Is this me in the future? Or is it a prophecy from the God of Heaven?'

'But whatever it is...it is an oracle without a doubt.'

At this moment, Zhang Xinhui was shocked physically and mentally. He had never encountered such a clear and clear oracle in the past.

At the same time, streams of yellow clouds came out of his mouth and turned into strands of air currents surrounding his body.

A breath that transcends all mortal things came from the yellow cloud.

A kind of enlightenment came to Zhang Xinhui's heart.

'This extraordinary thing is a gift from the Imperial World.'

As Huang Yun gradually covered Zhang Xinhui's body, his expression became more and more crazy, and his tone was full of fanaticism.

He shook his hands and looked in the direction outside the Gang Qi layer.

"The imperial heaven that transcends the four directions above and below, past and present."

"The Supreme Being who has existed in the past, exists now, and will exist in the future."

"Your servant swears to you here that I will definitely complete the mission you gave me."

…

Yong'an 18 years, early December.

Shuzhou, a demon village in the Lan River Valley.

The Demon Village at this time is completely different from what it was a few months ago.

With the use of cement, farmers, and laborers, large tracts of houses have been built covering more than half of the entire valley.

Air and blood vessels connect to every corner of the valley.

The cement road was paved to the outside of the valley, constantly picking up and transporting caravans from outside, transporting large amounts of food, medicinal materials and even various minerals into the blood pool.

New farmers and laborers are constantly being produced in the large blood pool, further increasing the efficiency of the entire demon village.

A large number of workers also passed through the gate of the Buddha Realm, crossed the Buddha Realm under the command of Zhou Yujiao, and came to various places in Shuzhou to perform different tasks.

At the same time, there are workers constantly patrolling the streets of Yao Village, inside and outside the workshops, and near the fields.

These flesh and blood puppets, which have been improved by the workshop and have six energy and blood cores as power sources, can reach the level of third-level warriors just by exerting force.

Some of them were even blessed by Chu Qiguang's 'blood-devouring technique'.

Just like a farmer can activate the Qi and blood mutual devouring mode with the blessing of the 'blood devouring technique', raising his output to the level of a second level warrior.

After entering the Qi-blood mutual depletion mode, the laborer has a strength close to that of a fourth-level warrior.
To be continued...