This high platform was very particular, and the formations carved on it were not offensive or defensive. Instead, they were formations that received the power of heaven and earth, attracted the Qi of the five elements, condensed fate, and gathered merit.
This platform was called the General Selection Platform!
Yang Jian had previously obtained Hiroshige's jade talisman and hurriedly used many immortal soldiers and generals. After two days and two nights of work, this high platform was finally built.
As soon as the General Selection Platform appeared, Yang Jian sensed that the destiny of the Zhou Nation was gathering here, wisp by wisp, and blessing the various formations. Rays of golden light shone on the General Selection Platform.
Why did it have to be a golden platform?
For Zhou, it was naturally to report to heaven and earth, understand the Heavenly Dao, and establish the fate of the country. This was so that King Wu of Zhou's war against King Zhou of Shang would be approved by the Heavenly Dao, and so that all the humans in the four seas who heard of King Wu of Zhou would submit wholeheartedly.
And for Chanism, this was the best time to deepen the bond between Chanism and the human race.
The three sects of Daoism all used educating the human race as the foundation of their sects, so the Heavenly Dao felt it and gave the Three Pure Ones the power of merit to become saints.
Today, on the General Selection Platform, King Wu personally worshipped many disciples of Chanism as generals. When the war against Shang was successful, Chanism would naturally receive boundless fate, and the Heavenly Dao would also bestow merit to the disciples of Chanism, protecting their future cultivation path.
This was a good thing that killed many birds with one stone, and it was definitely not just going through the motions.
Although Yang Jian knew that there was such a thing as worshipping generals before going to war, he felt that it was not too important, so he did not take it to heart.
Luckily, Eldest Martial Uncle Hiroshige was always paying attention to the matters of West Qi, and when he saw that Yang Jian was about to attack the east, he used the jade talisman to remind him.
On the eve of the appointed day with Su Hu, the General Selection Platform was completed. Yang Jian brought more than ten ministers and generals to the platform to discuss the process of worshipping the general tomorrow.
Yang Jian actually didn't know much about these rites, so San Yisheng became the 'chief commander' of tomorrow's ceremony. According to San Yisheng, the ceremony should 'imitate the Yellow Emperor's rites and music'. Yang Jian also didn't know how Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan did the ceremony back then, so he simply let San Yisheng take charge.
The group of old officials of Zhou immediately busied themselves. They had finally found something they could do in this important matter of suppressing the Shang Dynasty …
The Zhou capital did not sleep for the entire night. Everywhere seemed to be busy.
On the day Su Hu agreed to station at the Azure Dragon Pass, the sound of bells and drums could be heard from the Martial Imperial Palace at dawn.
Before Yang Jian could open his eyes, he was urged by Ao Xinke to get out of bed.
Ao Xinke took out a long immortal robe. The style was similar to the court attire of the ministers of Zhou, and she carefully helped Yang Jian put it on.
"It's finally time to move east." Yang Jian looked at the dragoness in front of him who was helping him adjust his belt. He raised his hand and pulled her into his embrace. He said in a low voice, "When the Conferred God Battle ends, we will return to Mount Mei and spend a few decades together."
After that, there was still the matter of Xuandu. He was afraid that they would spend more time apart than together. Yang Jian really didn't have the heart to tell her.
Ao Xinke softly nodded and quietly stayed in his embrace for a while.
"Xinke? Why are you crying? "
Yang Jian heard her soft sobs and hurriedly looked down. He didn't know why, but there were still some traces of tears on Ao Xinke's cheeks.
She raised her hand to wipe her tears and lightly shook her head. "It's just that I suddenly feel that husband treats me like the bright moon in a clear canal. When I married into the family, he never let me suffer the slightest grievance. No matter what happens, he always thinks of me … I'm happy in my heart, that's all."
"That's nothing. Don't let Mother and the others see it. They might think that I'm bullying you."
Yang Jian smiled and patted her shoulder. Ao Xinke replied with a red face. She took half a step back and carefully sized up Yang Jian's attire.
"Husband, your bearing is much better than when you first came to the Zhou Nation."
"That's true. I have also improved!"
The couple chuckled a few times. They heard three cannon sounds in front of the Yang residence. Zhang Boshi's loud voice was shouting in the residence.
"Second Master! King Wu of Zhou's carriage is here! Second Master, come out and take a look! "
"Husband, hurry up and go." Ao Xinke gently pushed Yang Jian.
Yang Jian coughed softly and nodded. He cupped his hands at Ao Xinke and said, "Madam, please take care of the family. I'll go to the battlefield now."
Ao Xinke bowed respectfully at Yang Jian. "Old Master, your martial fate is prosperous and you are ever-victorious."
Yang Jian turned and walked out of the room. He laughed twice and went straight to the front hall.
In the front hall, the Mei Shan Six Friends stood in two rows. Lü Chunyang, Bai Ze, Xiao Lan, and Daon stood in a corner to watch the show.
The immortals were in groups, but they had concealed their auras. The immortal soldiers were mighty and extraordinary, but they had changed into mortal armors. — Yang Jian did not want to deliberately show off in front of the current emperor.
San Yisheng went first and entered the front hall. Yang Jian just happened to be walking out from the backyard and was about to walk out of the front hall to welcome him.
San Yisheng raised his hand and pulled Yang Jian. "Prime Minister, slow down. Prime Minister, slow down. Today, Prime Minister cannot go outside to welcome him. His Majesty has come to invite Prime Minister out of the residence."
"There's such a rule?"
"It's set by the ancient Sacred Emperor, Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, when he paid respects to the Wind Empress."
Yang Jian blinked. Just as he was about to nod, King Wu had already brought the civil and military officials into the front courtyard and walked towards the front hall with majestic strides.
"Prime Minister!"
Walking to the door, King Wu cupped his hands and bowed deeply to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian returned the greeting. He suddenly felt that the two men were bowing to each other like a husband and wife …
"Today, I wish to invite Prime Minister to lead the men of my Zhou Country to suppress the unruly Shang Monarch! Rescue the people of the world from the hands of the tyrant, return this world to peace and tranquility! "
"I do not dare to refuse the Monarch's orders. This subject obeys the King's orders!"
Yang Jian cupped his hands and bowed. King Wu helped him forward and then pulled Yang Jian out of the main hall. They chatted and laughed as they walked towards the door of the residence.
In the corner, Xiao Lan muttered, "Why does it look … like she's getting married."
"Hehehe." Daon scratched his head and chuckled. He said in a low voice, "The human race has so many rules. For example, we Wu people don't even have so many rules when we get married. We can just carry her away if we like her."
Xiao Lan immediately rolled her eyes. "The matter of etiquette and music is an act of enlightenment. Otherwise, the human race can rise in the four seas and prosper in the three thousand worlds!"
Daon was instantly rendered speechless. The people of the Yang Residence in the hall chatted and laughed as they gradually followed.
Lü Chunyang yawned. "I thought there would be some excitement. Let's go. I'll find a place to sleep in. When I wake up, I still have to go and help this King Wu with the Spirit Stones to set up the array. I'm really running around."
Bai Ze smiled and said, "This is just the beginning. The real excitement is at the back. Let's go to the General Selection Platform outside the city."
"Seniors, please." Xiao Lan said respectfully from the side.
Bai Ze glanced at her and laughed. "This girl knows the rules. She's much better than Little Yang."
Lü Chunyang smiled faintly and said, "Don't call me senior. Yang Jian and I are considered brothers who have gone through life and death together. You can just call me Brother Lu. Anyway, sooner or later, I will be a family with Brother Yang."
Xiao Lan suddenly didn't know how to respond. She blushed for a moment and forced herself to calm down.
Daon blinked and pointed at Xiao Lan's back. He asked, "This is a woman?"
"Nonsense." Bai Ze scolded angrily. He really didn't like the Wu people.
Daon said, "Yang Jian took a fancy to her? Ah! This scared me so much that I broke out in a cold sweat. I thought this human girl looked good and was planning to introduce Da Hua to her. Ah, if the Maguspriest knew that I stole Yang Jian's woman, he would definitely skin me alive! "
"Seniors, what nonsense are you talking about!?!" Xiao Lan was embarrassed. She stomped her feet and turned to escape, leaving behind the three human, demon, and magus cultivators who laughed unscrupulously.
Since they could not bully Yang Jian, it was quite satisfying to bully the person beside Yang Jian.
She should be the person who was about to share a bed with him.
…
Meanwhile, Yang Jian and King Wu left the Yang Manor. They sat in the same carriage and headed out of the city in a grandiose manner.
At the same time, at the border of the Zhou Army, the three military camps were enveloped by immortal light.
Li Jing, Deng Chanyu, and the other generals were guided west by the immortal light. The mortal generals of the various camps were also guided by the immortal light. They rode a cloud and gathered at the foot of Mount Qi.
In the direction of the capital, King Wu led the civil and military officials out of the city. The ceremonial guards spread out dozens of kilometers and headed towards the General Selection Platform.
The people of the capital scrambled to follow. There were countless people. There were people surging out of several city gates. If one looked down from Mount Qi, countless mortals would gather around the General Selection Platform. The endless number of heads moved, and it was a spectacular sight.
Although there were many people, they were orderly and not chaotic at all.
Around the General Selection Platform, the officials and generals found their respective positions and stood there. There were more than a thousand of them.
When King Wu's carriage arrived, the commoners knelt down and shouted that King Wu would live as long as the heavens and have boundless blessings. King Wu stood up on the carriage and waved at the surrounding commoners. His eyes were filled with emotions and anticipation.
An hour later, San Yisheng, who was dressed in a light blue robe, was the first to ascend the stage. He stood at the edge of the General Selection Platform and shouted,
"Your Majesty, please ascend the stage! Perform the ritual! All ministers, please wait! "
Before the general selection, he had to first worship the world and the Golden Platform. He had to report to the God of the world so that the generals who were attacking the Shang Dynasty could obtain the protection of the Heavenly Dao.
"Worship … the Heavens!"
San Yisheng let out a long tune. King Wu walked up the stairs alone. His expression was solemn, and his entire body was surrounded by the Human Emperor's dragon aura.
The image of a five-clawed golden dragon flew in the world and suddenly roared at the sky. The wind and clouds immediately surged in the world, attracting the gazes of the Three Realms.
The destiny of the Human Emperor, the power to protect the mortals of the South Continent, was closely related to the destiny of the country ruled by the current Human Emperor.
The Zhou Nation was rising, and there was also the power of the calamity of the Great Tribulation of the Dao Sect. As a result, King Wu's Human Emperor's destiny was comparable to one or two of the ancient Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
However, it was only comparable. The most glorious and resplendent era of the ancient human race had quietly ended. At this moment, immortals and mortals were separated. King Wu of Zhou was only a mortal emperor and could not control the thousands of cultivators of the Middle Continent.
Three bows to the heavens and earth, nine kowtows to comfort the ancestors.
Then, King Wu stood up and stood on the stage with both hands on his sword. Another white-haired old minister went up the stage, opened the golden cloth, and read King Wu's decree loudly.
He listed in detail how difficult it had been for the Zhou Nation since its founding. He angrily reprimanded the King of Shang, Di Xin, for destroying the land of Zhou. He had conquered without righteousness, causing the people to lose their homes. The sons of the Zhou Nation had died on the battlefield for no reason. He also told them about the matter of Bo Yikao being killed by Di Xin.
He had caused the former king, who was known as a sage, to devour the flesh and blood of his eldest son. How could he not kill such an emperor?
The people of the Zhou Nation were filled with righteous indignation. The civil and military officials of the Zhou Nation were furious. The Golden Dragon of Destiny on the General Selection Platform manifested and roared towards the east.
Faintly, an azure dragon appeared in the direction of Chaoge City. It roared at the place tens of thousands of kilometers away without showing any weakness.
All of this happened silently. Mortals would not be able to sense anything strange, but cultivators could see it very clearly.
Of the two Golden Dragons of Destiny, the Golden Dragon of the Shang Nation looked strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Its interior was already rotten and could collapse at any time. On the other hand, the Golden Dragon of the Zhou Nation was majestic and almost condensed into a physical form. It was several times stronger than the Golden Dragon of Destiny of the Shang Nation!
As the two dragons roared, San Yisheng shouted, "King Wu has a decree! Prime Minister Yang Jian will be the Grand Marshal of the Eastern Expedition. He will be in charge of all military matters! Prime Minister, please come up to the stage and accept the conferment! "
Yang Jian took a step forward. Just as he stepped onto the stairs, he heard earth-shattering cheers behind him.
Right at this moment, Yang Jian's Karmic Luck had imperceptibly become slightly stronger.
At this moment, Yang Jian was not the only one who benefited.
On the cloud path from the Jade Void Palace, the Huanglong Daoist yawned and a ray of golden light shone into his chest.
Blinking, the Huanglong Daoist seemed to have sensed something and looked at the two five-clawed golden dragons that appeared in the South Continent.
"Uh, my cultivation has recovered? Hmm … I've taken another step forward … "
The corner of Perfected Taiyi's mouth twitched, but he did not say anything.
The Huanglong Daoist shook his head and smiled helplessly. He walked forward leisurely with his senior and junior brothers.
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