After Priest Mu left, Ji Hao's career as a divine emperor was officially on the right track.
The Fuso tree leisurely transformed into his true form in the backyard of the Divine Sun Palace. Mr. Crow and a group of Gold Crow elders stood on his branches all day long, dozing off. As they inhaled and exhaled, the essence of the sun kept fusing into their bodies, making their cultivation level and magic power keep increasing.
Because of the existence of the Fuso tree, the great Dao of sun in the Divine Sun Palace had become extremely dense. Moreover, the sun star cast down a magnificent golden light that illuminated the entire palace all day long. This place was simply the best holy land for Gold Crows to cultivate.
Every day, countless three-legged Gold Crows could be seen standing on roofs, tiles, branches, and towers, squatting in perfect order, cultivating themselves in shifts according to Ji Hao's order.
Other than these Gold Crows who had been cultivating themselves in shifts, more Gold Crow warriors in golden armors had been flying around in the heaven. They were like small suns flying in the sky, vigilantly watching the surroundings. These Gold Crows cawed from time to time while flying, and their ear-piercing voices could be heard from every corner of the heaven.
In the Divine Sun Palace, Ji Hao sat on a throne in the middle of the palace, looking at the ministers and ministers from all departments in the heaven, who were running around in the palace in a daze. They were holding glowing scrolls in their hands, yelling and greeting each other from time to time.
In front of his throne, three large cauldrons were placed in a straight line, with wisps of smoke rising from them. Abruptly, a clear tinkle could be heard, and a stream of smoke puffed out from one of the cauldrons, quickly condensing into a purple scroll.
Swoosh! That letter flew towards Yu Mu, who was standing on the right side of Ji Hao, as if it was a spirit. Yu Mu, whose forehead was covered in sweat, glanced at that letter in panic, then yelled out hoarsely, "Again? So fast? "
The scroll slowly unfolded and released a stream of mist, which transformed into a round-shaped mirror before Yu Mu's face. An old man wearing a helmet made of a wolf skull, a bone staff in his hand, and a colorful leopard skin draped over his body was dancing in front of a blazing altar, roaring loudly at the altar.
"My god, years ago, you never stopped raining. You nearly drowned all our people … Now, you haven't given us a drop of rain for months. Our Western Wasteland is so poor that even the most drought-resistant grains in our White Wolf Clan's fields are dying. Give us some rain. Otherwise, our hundreds of thousands of people in White Wolf Clan will have no food to survive this winter! "
Yu Mu gave a resonant growl, grabbed the document and stamped it with his divine seal, then said, "Western Wasteland, White Wolf Clan, located on the east side of Wolf Head Mountain, with a radius of thirty-thousand miles. Today, at noon, a foot and two inches of rain will fall. Go!"
A few flood dragons, who were temporarily assigned to Yu Mu's Rain Clan, took over the document and hurriedly rushed out of the hall. While running, they complained, "We just came back for less than two hours, and now we have to go to Western Wasteland? My god, why do divine Gods have to work so hard? "
Ding! A sphere of mist rose from another large cauldron, condensed into a scroll, and flew to Ji Xia.
A puff of smoke rose from the mirror, within which, an extremely muscular man was roaring furiously, "Great heaven, I, Xiong Shan, swear with the souls of all the ancestors of Flying Bear Clan, this time, I will lead my clansmen and kill every single scum of the Flying Leopard Clan! Gods in the world, if you are still alive, please bless our Flying Bear Clan to win every battle! "
The man grabbed a jade dagger, which was specially used for sacrificial ceremonies, and hacked on his own face three times in a row. His blood splashed on the burning altar in front of him as he yelled, "Gods in the world, when I flatten the Flying Leopard Clan, I will offer you the heads of thirty-thousand virgins!"
Sitting on the throne, Ji Hao buried his face in his hands. What was this? Could it be that the Heavenly Court had to deal with this kind of tribal vendetta?
And this scroll was sent directly to Ji Xia, the true God of war. Was Ji Xia supposed to lead the army and flatten the Flying Bear Clan, or help the Flying Bear Clan wipe out the Flying Leopard Clan?
Ji Hao finally understood. So, as long as all intelligent creatures in Pan Gu world mentioned words like 'heaven' or 'heaven', and made an oath or offered a sacrifice, the heaven would receive their spirit power, condense these words into specific official documents, and send them to the divine gods in charge, right?
No wonder the ancient heaven had five divine emperors. Pan Gu world had way too many clans and species, and all kinds of conflicts. Without a few more divine emperors, the heaven would never be able to deal with all these things!
Ji Hao's claws were a bit numb. He was a new divine emperor, and didn't know much about the rules of the heaven. He didn't know how to deal with these things. Not only him, even these divine Gods appointed by him only had the experience of managing a city or an army. How could he deal with these complicated and strange things?
Not to mention Feng Xing, Yu Mu, and the others, their administrative abilities were even worse than Ji Xia's. During the past couple of days, they had been driven crazy by all kinds of things.
"Mas … Shifu!" Shermie abruptly yelled out, "There's a Southern Wasteland devil flood dragon here. He swore that the heaven is blind, and didn't allow him to become a divine God. Therefore, he prepared to capture three-hundred ordinary people and eat them as snacks … Should we make him a divine God, or …"
"Gather the army and kill him!" Ji Hao's eyeballs popped out as he growled, "Idiots like him, we will kill all of them in the future. Eh … "
Before Ji Hao could vent his anger, a loud tinkling noise abruptly came out from the middle cauldron, along with which, a splendid golden light and a purple mist coiled around the document, suddenly spurted out from the large cauldron. This scroll slowly floated to Ji Hao's face along with a strong sense of natural pressure.
Ji Hao paused briefly, then grabbed the scroll. A golden light dazzled out, and lines of blood-red characters appeared on the scroll.
"Emperor Shun's sacrificial document? What, what's this for? " Ji Hao was nearly driven crazy. He carefully read those blood-red characters, then suddenly yelled out, "If Emperor Shun wants to find me, he can just send someone to the heaven. Why …"
Suddenly, Ji Hao realized that Emperor Shun was in Liang Zhu City. From Liang Zhu City to the heaven, even Divine Magi would need to spend months on the journey. How could sending someone to find Ji Hao be more convenient than directly showing up before Ji Hao's face?
Ji Hao stayed in the heaven for over a month. Emperor Shun and the others had important things to discuss with Ji Hao, but sending someone to inform Ji Hao would be a waste of time. Therefore, Emperor Shun chose this convenient method, which made Ji Hao speechless.
"Alright, alright, Abba, and … people, the heaven is important. You have to work hard, be careful, and be diligent. Don't do things half-heartedly." Ji Hao wielded his broad sleeve and hurriedly rushed out of the hall, then said, "You go ahead. I have something important to do in Liang Zhu City!"
Ji Hao irresponsibly fled out of the heaven with Mr. Crow, Fuso tree, and countless Gold Crow warriors.
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