There were both men and women in front of him.
At this moment, they were all kneeling.
Chen Luoyang, who was standing alone, was a bit confused.
I seem to have crossed over.
He transmigrated into a body that was filled with power but was dressed in classical clothing.
This body seemed to contain power beyond imagination.
But it looked like it was seriously injured.
If I want to exert force …
It hurts.
My whole body hurts.
What's worse, I didn't inherit the memory of the original owner of this body.
I know nothing about my current situation and past experiences.
Looking at the people kneeling in front of him, Chen Luoyang had a strange expression.
But everyone in front of him was kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up, so they couldn't see the strange expression on his face.
An old man among them lowered his head and said, "This old servant disturbed the Hierarch, I deserve to die, I beg the Hierarch to forgive me"
The others also lowered their heads in fear and said, "We beg the Hierarch to forgive us"
Chen Luoyang had a headache.
Three classic questions.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What should I do next?
Chen Luoyang looked down and secretly observed the people in front of him.
There were men and women, young and old, all dressed in ancient clothes.
Some had swords and knives at their waists!
However, everyone was respectful, even fearful and in awe.
They called me Hierarch?
They were in awe of me.
But if these people knew that their Hierarch had changed, they might all go berserk.
My body is currently seriously injured, I can't win against them.
I have to calm them down first.
Thinking of this, Chen Luoyang calmed himself down, expressionless, and asked in a condescending tone, "What are you all gathered here for?"
"Hierarch, while you were in seclusion, this old servant and the others were outside to protect you" The old man became even more respectful, "But there was a sudden smell of blood coming from the room, this old servant and the others did not dare to disturb the Hierarch, but also felt uneasy …"
He paused for a moment before continuing, "Cult Master's divine power is matchless, and your might can descend upon heaven and earth. It's not something that I and the others can speculate about. We are short-sighted and gathered here to disturb Cult Master's sacred presence. We hope that Cult Master will forgive us."
The smell of blood …
Chen Luoyang was slightly dazed.
In his mind, a mysterious black pot appeared.
With a thought, he opened the lid again.
The pot was filled with blood-red nectar.
He remembered that he had obtained a black pot lid in Bluestar.
But since he couldn't find the pot, he didn't think too much of it.
Now that his muddle-headed soul had transmigrated to this new world, the lid had followed him.
The lid and the body of the teapot had completely merged together, forming a complete teapot.
It seemed that the pot was not originally in Bluestar, but in this world.
It was the lid that brought his soul here.
The pot might have been in the hands of the original owner of this body.
And now, this mysterious black pot had fused with his body and fused into his soul.
Things have become like this, it should be this black pot's doing … Chen Luoyang pondered.
He was busy thinking about the Black Pot and did not speak at the first moment.
There was only silence.
The people kneeling on the ground became more and more terrified.
Just when they felt so nervous that they were about to suffocate, Chen Luoyang's voice finally came from above.
"Out of consideration for your loyalty, you may rise."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In other places, they were all old devils who ran amok.
But just now, the back of some of their clothes were already wet with cold sweat.
Chen Luoyang also quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
But on the surface, he still had a dignified aura.
"Alright, all of you may leave." Chen Luoyang said with a calm and indifferent tone.
The people in front of him hurriedly bowed again. "Understood."
The group of people respectfully left the room.
A middle-aged woman was the last to leave. Before leaving the room, she carefully asked, "Hierarch, tonight's dinner …"
Chen Luoyang guessed in his heart that he was the Head of Internal Affairs, a butler, a maid, or something like that.
He steadied his footing and spoke calmly, neither hurriedly nor slowly.
"As usual."
"Yes, Hierarch." The woman respectfully left the room and closed the door.
Only he was left in the room. Chen Luoyang let out a long sigh.
He walked in front of the mirror with a strange expression.
There was a young man in the mirror. His facial features were exactly the same as the original him in the Bluestar.
But he was dressed in an ancient costume.
The pure black lapel and cuffs were embroidered with gold. The lines on the edge were simple and imposing, making him look dignified.
The room he was in was also old-fashioned.
If someone took advantage of him being unconscious, changed his clothes, and then moved him into the room as a prank, then the unusual feeling of power in his body shouldn't be easy to fake, right?
And …
His eyes in the mirror were emitting a faint black light.
What kind of Hierarch am I?
What kind of world is this?
He collected his thoughts and checked the things in the room.
He found a letter on the desk.
"I already know what happened. Everything will proceed according to the original plan."
From the title, it should be an order he, the Hierarch, was preparing to send to someone but hadn't sent it yet.
Chen Luoyang continued to search and came to a row of bookshelves.
Annals of the Divine Land?
Chen Luoyang flipped open the book and began reading.
This world was commonly known as the Divine Land.
Martial cultivators could push mountains and fill seas, fly in the sky and burrow into the earth.
Many years ago, the Divine Land had been a place where hundreds of countries contended for supremacy.
Now, there was the Grand Xia Empire, the nominally unified empire of the Divine Central Continent.
Within the Grand Xia Empire, there were many Martial Sacred Lands. The aristocratic families did as they pleased, like a country within a country.
But on the surface, everyone still regarded the Grand Xia Empire as the ruler of the world.
Outside the Grand Xia Empire, there was the Devil religion of the Southern Wilderness and the foreign tribes of the Northern Desert.
One in the south and the other in the north, both had the ambition to dominate the Divine Central Continent and rule the world.
Fortunately, the number one sacred land in the Divine Central Continent, the Sword Pavilion, guarded the Divine Central Continent, advancing and retreating with the Grand Xia Empire most of the time.
The protagonists of the current era were collectively known as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
Among them, there were three who stood at the peak.
The Hierarch of the Devil religion.
The Hierarch of the foreign tribes.
The leader of the foreign tribes.
The three of them were collectively known as the Three Sovereigns, namely the Demon Emperor, the Sword King, and the Saber Emperor. Together, they looked down on the world and the common people.
Chen Luoyang frowned as he read.
He, the Hierarch, could it be that …
The legendary Hierarch of the Devil religion?
The existence at the peak of the Divine Land, one of the Three Sovereigns, the Demon Emperor?
Everyone yearned to kill him, but everyone feared him.
The number one Great Demon in the world.
Under him were the Left and Right Messengers, the Four Palace Heads, the Seven Doyens, and the Eight Protectors.
The public enemy of the righteous path in the Divine Land, the nightmare of the human world.
He had taken over the body of such a major figure?
Wasn't this too exaggerated?
Chen Luoyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He calmed himself and guessed that it might be some other religion, but it might not necessarily be the Devil religion.
Then, he saw this paragraph.
"The Divine Art of the Devil religion, Heavenly Demon Blood, passed down to only one person, only the Hierarch can practice it. Upon success, his eyes will emit a black light, unique in the world, impossible to imitate."
Chen Luoyang turned back to look at the mirror.
In the mirror, his eyes that emitted black light were very eye-catching.
He looked up and slapped his forehead.
In his impression, after a powerful expert met with an accident, they would leave behind a tenacious soul that wouldn't dissipate.
After that, they would take over the body of a poor young man and be reborn.
After that, they would counterattack and make a comeback.
Why did it seem to be the opposite when it came to him?
Chen Luoyang sighed.
From the looks of it, if the people of the Devil religion found out that their Hierarch had changed, they would go berserk.
If he wanted to sneak out of the Devil religion, there would be plenty of righteous people who wanted to kill him after he got out.
This opening, he was trapped both internally and externally.
However, Chen Luoyang felt a bit more excited.
In his past life, in the Bluestar, he had roamed alone.
There were days of enduring hardships and suffering.
There were days when he could hold his head high.
There were also days when he took risks out of desperation.
There were all sorts of ups and downs.
In just a few years, his nerves had been tempered to become extremely tough.
"Before I can completely control the situation, I have to continue acting. Life really is like a play, it all depends on acting!" Chen Luoyang sighed.
Then he smiled again.
On the bright side, I don't have to work hard from the bottom to the top anymore?
But then again, how did such a powerful figure end up in such a state?
He thought of the mysterious black pot again.
This black pot doesn't have a physical body, how should I use it?
Chen Luoyang thought while closing his eyes.
His consciousness was dark, but very quickly it lit up.
In the dim light, the mysterious black pot appeared.
I know too little about me, the Demon King, I wonder if I can get more detailed information … Chen Luoyang thought.
But just as he thought about it, the black pot in front of him suddenly opened.
The blood red liquid in the pot instantly decreased by a lot.
Wisps of blood-colored mist rose from the mouth of the pot.
The mist condensed into a large piece of blood red text, appearing in Chen Luoyang's mind.
Chen Luoyang, 20 years old … …
Seeing the first line, Chen Luoyang couldn't stay calm anymore.
Not only the appearance, but the original owner also had the same name?
This was getting interesting.
He continued reading.
The text formed by the blood mist introduced the life of the Hierarch of the Devil religion in detail.
It included martial arts and biographical information. The biographical information was quite detailed.
The more eye-catching information was, at the age of 16, he became the youngest Emperor Wu in the history of the Divine Land, took over the position of the Hierarch of the Devil religion, and became the ruler of the Southern Wasteland.
…
At the age of 18, he single-handedly conquered the Great Jingang Temple and the Misty Cloud Palace, the two holy lands of martial arts. The Great Jingang Temple and the Misty Cloud Palace became history. Chen Luoyang established himself as one of the three kings, standing on the same level as the Sword King and the Blade King.
…
When he was 20, three days ago, the Hierarch of the Devil religion, Chen Luoyang, had a great fight with the Sword Pavilion Master, which ended in a draw.
Both of them were badly injured in the fight.
When the Sword Pavilion Master was injured, the Hierarch of the Devil religion was also badly injured.
After that, the Hierarch wanted to use the black pot to heal himself, but he failed.
"As I expected, the black pot used to be one of the three great treasures of the Devil religion in this world."
Chen Luoyang murmured.
At first, he thought it was strange. [The Demon King and the Sword King fought against each other. Isn't the Blade King afraid that the Blade King will benefit from it?]
[It turns out he is using the black pot as a backup plan.]
However, he was wrong.
In the end, he didn't heal himself, and there was a big accident.
[That means he left me some trouble …] Chen Luoyang smiled bitterly.
He read the file carefully.
The key points of a person's life from birth until now were basically all complete.
According to the file, he could conclude a lot of things.
However, there were still some shortcomings.
The list was detailed, but it didn't reflect the relationship between the characters.
He didn't know what the original owner of this body had talked to people in the twenty years of his life.
Did he have a more private name for some people?
The simplest thing was that if he didn't send out the letter, he wouldn't even know whether he should call himself 'I' or 'I' in front of the people.
It seemed insignificant, but if he made a mistake, the consequences could be big or small.
[One step at a time …] Chen Luoyang thought.
It seemed the outside world wasn't sure about the fact that he was seriously injured.
This must be kept a secret.
His current identity was the public enemy of China.
He was a devil that everyone longed to kill.
Even if he thought with his knees, he knew that many people would want to take advantage of him when he was injured.
And the matter of healing …
Just as he was thinking, a jade pendant on his body suddenly gave off a long and clear ring.
Chen Luoyang was confused.
What kind of new show was this?
He picked up the jade pendant and studied it. After the sound, there was no more movement.
Chen Luoyang tried to test it, and gently flicked the jade pendant.
The jade pendant made a long and melodious sound again.
Why did it suddenly make a sound?
I didn't touch it.
Just as Chen Luoyang was feeling curious, he suddenly heard someone push open his door.
He quickly straightened his expression.
The door opened, and the middle-aged woman who looked like the housekeeper appeared.
"Hierarch, according to your orders, dinner is ready. We will first help you bathe and change your clothes."
The middle-aged woman bowed respectfully like before, and said softly with her head lowered.
Bathing before eating, what kind of habit is that … Chen Luoyang thought.
He gradually understood.
That jade pendant was a convenient communication tool for him to contact his subordinates.
The first sound was from the housekeeper in front of him, after preparing the dinner and bathroom, asking for his permission.
He responded without knowing what was going on, and the other party was summoned.
Chen Luoyang put his hands behind his back, and said with dignity and indifference, "Hmm."
The housekeeper's face was like a full moon, and she was amiable. No matter who she was with, she was like a spring breeze.
"Come in." She smiled, said softly, and then clapped her hands lightly.
Twelve maids quickly filed in from the door.
Although they were maids, they were all stunning.
The twelve of them stepped forward.
They looked like they were waiting on the Hierarch to bathe and change his clothes.
Chen Luoyang's expression was nonchalant as he calmly stood where he was.
But he was screaming in his heart.
Corruption, corruption!
Corruption is not a problem.
But who can tell me, was this Hierarch originally focused on cultivation, or was he the type to linger around?
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