Far away in another small world, the Donglin King's face was hot, and he pinched his fingers through the connection of faith, and he almost became depressed and crazy, and he didn't make the high and low caste people, and when he went, this system was already there! He didn't do anything to the low caste people! What did he do!

In the early years, he did consider whether to accept the high-caste people as believers or the low-caste people as believers, and finally chose the high-caste people.

Because there are so many things that the lower castes don't have, and the wishes are too difficult to fulfill, and he is just a supernatural king, he can't devote enough energy and time to deal with them.

The higher castes are different, they enslave a large number of lower castes to work for them, spend most of their days in idleness, as long as they show their divine might, do something small for them, faith rolls in, there is no need to fulfill their wishes for them, maintain the steadfastness of the faith.

As a result, the lower castes came to overthrow the upper castes, and he was also taken as the culprit!

Once the faith is lost, the human fortune he has accumulated in the small rope realm will collapse, and it will be difficult to recover it.

The east door urges the secret art of faith and turns dreams into divine servants.

A golden statue melts into the putrid fluid, the upper castes weep in low voices, and the lower castes set off their guns in celebration.

Suddenly, a person saw the blood mark on the wrist of the statue-bearer, and shouted, "The gods have not given up on us, he is cursed!"

The young figure became the focus for a moment, and the young man looked at the fanatical high-caste people, looked at the worried eyes of his companions, and had tears in his eyes, "I don't want to sell my labor to high-caste people, and become lowly slaves in order to make a living, and I don't want to dedicate my heart to the so-called gods, lose my own opinions, and tear down the two mountains of the caste system and the gods, so that we can become our own masters and become upright people!"

"I will guard my companions and my cause with my heroic soul, and I will kill the gods with my heroic soul!" He was terrified in his heart, but he was extremely determined, and he drew the short knife on his waist and pierced it deep into his heart, "I will clear my will with my blood!"

A hoarse roar floated over the temple, and the golden temple seemed to dim a little, and the high-caste people fell into a brief aphasia, shocked by his madness, and even the divine servant who dreamed of the king of the east was awakened by fright, staring at the blood-stained chest in amazement.

Those who wanted to shed the discrimination of the lower castes took the young man's body, endured their grief, and shouted in unison, "For eternal freedom, we will not fight to the death!"

Zhan Changfeng watched this scene quietly, while Wu Feiyu, Shuo Prison, and Zuo Zhuzhi looked at her worriedly.

Such an anti-belief scenario is a big psychological blow to a new prince.

Zhan Changfeng actually has no fluctuations, a regime overthrows a regime, a dynasty replaces a dynasty, servants want to rebel against the lord, mortals want to rebel against birth, old age, sickness and death, monks want to rebel against fate, they are princes and emperors, some hope to be loved by heaven and earth, and some simply want to replace the will of heaven, which is not against and which is not fighting.

Zhan Changfeng noticed their gaze, but explained, "Walking against the sky, against the self who doesn't know what the 'Tao' is, fighting for a glimmer of life on the way." ”

"Walking with the sky, following the heart and the heavens and all the ways, seeking a trace of the lifelong pursuit of the 'possibility', this 'may' is longevity, 'maybe' is to find the true self, 'maybe' is to discover one's own way, 'maybe' is to set up an immortal path, there are 10,000 people to seek the way, there are 10,000 kinds of 'possibility'. ”

"I am a prince, I take it as my duty to stabilize the world, and explore the mysteries of the universe as my selfish desire, and in a stable world, not everyone needs to know that I am their master, and even, I think, my name is not obvious, and their natural evolution is the best governance. ”

"Deliberate perfection is not as good as witty imperfection. Of course, the premise is that the world belongs to her, and she has the ability to guide change before things get out of hand.

"Belief is such a thing, if there is something, it is the icing on the cake, and if there is none, it will be natural. Zhan Changfeng said to them, "I hope you will accompany me on this path, not out of friendship or other reasons, I hope that your choice is worthy of your 'Dao', and I hope that it will be helpful to your 'Dao'." ”

"If one day, you find that today's choice is not for you, it is wrong, even if you leave, I will not keep it,"

Shuo Prison's eyes were slightly wet, every time he listened to her talk, he was so proper and straight to the heart, what else did he ask for, it was the best choice to be guided by her on this long road.

Wu Feiyu was also deeply touched, or rather, how good it was to yearn for her world, to seek the Tao freely, and to be a free person.

"Well, you are—" she sighed, and a choked sobs washed away her voice.

Zuo Zhuzhi couldn't cry anymore, and looked at the three people who came over, "Don't look at me, I don't want to cry, cry." ”

"I don't know what's going on, and suddenly I started crying. He looked up and tried to force the hot tears back into his eyes, but he couldn't force them back, as if he had to be exhausted to be happy.

It's really for no reason.

The unspeakable emotions that started inexplicably invaded his heart, making him so sad that he couldn't extricate himself, but when he recalled Zhan Changfeng's words repeatedly, he saw a glimmer of hope for relief, and the tears couldn't be stopped.

He ran out of thousands of miles, howling and crying as he ran, and his voice echoed all the way......

Shuo Prison said in surprise and emotionally, "I am ashamed that he touched the Tao so deeply." ”

"It seems that he has a lot of experience. Wu Feiyu's expression was reduced a little bit of coolness and increased a point of emotion.

And Zhan Changfeng thought about it by leaps and bounds, it's time to find out what treasures are similar to the mirror of the previous life, and finally cultivated a Lingjian Heavenly Monarch, but as soon as he arrived at the Lingjian, the true spirit awakened, it turned out to be a powerful reincarnation, and now he wants to go back to his own sect, or he was an evil cultivator in his previous life, then it is not fun.

In case of special circumstances, it is even worse if the true spirit awakens before the spirit is learned, and joins the Sun Clan with ulterior motives.

Zhan Changfeng subconsciously diverged his thoughts, came back to his senses, the time in front of him seemed to stand still, all sounds, lights and shadows were eclipsed, and the sky and earth were gray.

In front of her, there was a hunchbacked, cane-wielding old woman, who was very short in stature, wearing a gray and white cloak, looking up at her.

Those eyes were blind, but Zhan Changfeng seemed to see countless possibilities from them, and he felt a little familiar, "You are ....."

"I am the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao in this realm, help me stop him, I will give you, what you want. ”

When the words fell, the world came alive again.

Gray cape?

Providence belongs to those "low castes"?

Zhan Changfeng's thoughts were clear, this Fang Heavenly Dao was really about to end the era of the end of the law and enter the next era.

But who is he?

Zhan Changfeng felt a fluctuation of power, looked into the temple, and saw that the expression of the divine servant slowly became firm, rushed into the temple, reached into the round dome full of incense candles, and after a burst of backlash, took out a cloth bag, and poured something in the bag into his mouth.

Yes!

He roared up, flew into the air, and turned into a mighty yellow-armored general, wearing a battle robe, and ten thousand golden rays swayed for thousands of miles, showing off his divine might, reflecting the sky and the earth.

"Who dares to touch my golden statue!"

The high castes were stunned and ecstatic, shouting for the gods to appear.

Is panic the low-caste at a tail?

Zhan Changfeng became solemn, it was him.

He appeared at this time, will be fighting for faith, once she intervenes, it is to block the way of humanity, bad humanity, no other reason, the king of Donglin and the dynasty of Donglin will definitely be with her.

To block or not to block.