I, Emperor Xin, Was Panicking Just Now When I Written A Poem To Play With Nuwa
In the ancestral land of the human race, Nuwa Temple.
The front of the hall is gorgeous, with colorful gold makeup.
The golden boys held banners and banners in pairs, and the jade girls held Ruyi in pairs.
The statue of Nuwa stood tall and lifelike.
However, below him, the officials of Yinshang were trembling and kneeling on the ground, praying for the gods to forgive them.
The reason was none other than the 'Silver Poem' of the current king.
Just now, the Shang Dynasty followed the tradition of the human race and burned incense on the birthday of the Holy Mother of the Human Race, Goddess Nüwa, to pray for the blessings of the gods.
However, for some reason, the current king seemed to have been possessed. Not only did he profane Goddess Nüwa in the Holy Mother Temple, he even personally wrote a 'silver poem' for her…Sorry, I didn't dare to type that word out. It would be erased.
Feng Luan's treasure tent is very beautiful, full of mud and gold makeup.
The distant mountains are curved and green, and the dancing sleeves reflect the rosy clouds.
Pear blossoms in the rain compete for beauty, peony cage smoke gallop charming makeup.
As long as Yao Yao can move, take back Changle to serve the king.
When the poem was finished, almost all the officials were frightened and knelt down in front of Nuwa.
"Your Majesty…Your Majesty, Goddess Nüwa is the Holy Mother of the human race, a saint of the Heavenly Dao. We cannot blaspheme her."
"By doing this, you are destroying the foundation of our Great Shang…"
" If Your Majesty erases the poem and sincerely repents, there might still be room for redemption. Otherwise, if Goddess Nüwa blames us, my Great Shang might…"
At this moment, an old man with a righteous face knelt on the ground and shouted in a tone that was full of disappointment.
This person was the person in charge of the rites and music of the Great Shang Dynasty, Bi Gan.
As soon as he said this, Emperor Xin's expression changed.
Because just now, his consciousness was inexplicably hazy for a moment. When he was completely awake, he found himself in a temple.
Then, countless memories flooded into his mind.
After he had completely digested these memories and heard Bigan's voice, his expression became extremely ugly.
"Did I transmigrate? He even became the Great Merchant King…Emperor Xin?"
"The most important thing is…Did I just write a poem for Nuwa?”
"This is the f * cking God Sealing Era…"
When he saw his masterpiece, Di Xin's expression became extremely complicated.
As a modern youth who loved all kinds of mythological novels, he could be said to know the legends of the gods like the back of his hand.
And the character of Emperor Xin was undoubtedly a tragic character throughout the entire Apotheosized Era.
This was because both the battle between the Saints and the battle between the laws of Heaven and Man were actually caused by his 'Silver Poem' to tease Nuwa.
Of course…Behind this, it was inevitable that the mighty figures would play a game and the saints would plot against them.
It had to be said.
He wasn't against transmigrating to Di Xin.
On the contrary, he was looking forward to it.
In particular, he yearned for the legendary worlds like the Primordial World.
However, he had transmigrated to become the most tragic human king in history. Moreover, it was after he had written the poem that the apotheosis plot officially began.
One had to know that this was the beginning of the end for the human race.
His position of honor, which was originally on the same level as the Celestial Thearch, ended because of him.
In the end, even the emperors of the human race could only be conferred by the heavens. They were reduced from the 99th Supreme to the 95th Supreme and were called the Son of Heaven.
One could imagine.
Di Xin had not only destroyed the Yinshang Dynasty, he had also destroyed the entire Human Dao Venerate position.
"What should we do?"
"Oh, right? System? Where's the system?"
"Isn't it said that a transmigrator must have a golden finger? Where is my cheat?"
Being trapped in a myth and becoming the most tragic Human King in history, it would be a lie to say that he was not panicking.
After all... According to the trajectory of the apotheosis, he, the Human King, would eventually die in Deer Terrace Pavilion. Although he eventually obtained the position of God of Heavenly Joy and was in charge of the marriage of the people.
However, this was simply trash compared to his identity as the ruler of the world and the Nine-Nine Supreme Being.
In fact.
Although the difficulty of starting the game after King Xin transmigrated was comparable to Hell Mode.
However, as the ruler of the world, the background of the 99 Human Kings could be said to be at the ceiling level.
In addition, Di Xin was familiar with the entire mythological trajectory.
If he really gave up and waited for the apotheosis to end to become a god of happiness, that would be useless.
It was not easy to get a high-end start, so he definitely could not waste it.
Even if he was facing the gods, Buddhas, and Heavenly Dao Saints, he still had the intention to compete.
So...
Even though he was panicking right now, Di Xin was still looking forward to his transmigrator identity being bound to some system cheat or something.
Only in this way would he not be toyed with by the gods and buddhas without the power to fight back.
If they fought for it, there might be a chance of survival…
With this thought in mind, Di Xin became more and more excited.
Ding... Detected the sidelong glance of a god…The world's common master mission system has been activated.
'Main mission triggered…Saint killing intent.
[Hint: Because the host wrote a poem about the Goddess Nüwa Temple, profaning the Saint and angering the Holy Mother of the Human Race, from now on, you will face the wrath of the Saint and successfully survive. Reward: ] Ancestral Dragon Blood Essence…
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