I originally thought that when Feng Yi made such a solemn appearance that day, he must have had a very careful plan behind him. As a result, this guy just waved his hand and drank tea, raised his eyebrows, and said three words:

"I don't know."

Very well, well, I don't know.

Really impressive, it got me thunderstruck—really impressive.

Of course, I didn't say it like that on the surface, I fully played the role of a qualified lackey.

"Yang Shuo Jun is truly wise. When encountering someone with such a heavenly destiny, we must carefully plan from the beginning. The main focus is being cautious!"

Feng Yi lifted his eyebrows and lightly patted my shoulder with a fan that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"I will contribute my efforts. You will be in charge of deploying all the soldiers in the clan, and you must provide me with a flawless plan in three days."

A frozen smile appeared on my face:

"Isn't that a bit difficult?"

Feng Yi smiled and threw me a ring that could mobilize all the soldiers.

"I think..."

"Very good."

Goddamn it...

After Feng Yi left, I paced back and forth, covering my head. This feeling of having to use my brain is really fascinating.

Feng Yi only had a few hundred thousand heavenly soldiers under his command.

On the other hand, Black Lotus has the God of War and the Emperor, both of whom are top-class fighters in the heavenly realm who can easily defeat tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers with a wave of their hands. In addition, there are millions of heavenly soldiers under her command.

Not to mention her extremely unreasonable divine magic.

Usually, when a person ascends to godhood, they either have to accumulate good karma over several lifetimes or gain countless merits from being worshiped by mortal people.

Or they have to cultivate their own spiritual energy, start from the foundation, and pursue an extraordinary path to divinity.

But I heard that Black Lotus only needs to write the name of the person she wants to make a god on a small book she has.

How can I fight against that? Even if I cut off my head and hang it from my belt, I would still definitely lose.

Ten days later, as I looked at the birds flying outside Jinghu Palace, I suddenly realized how difficult it is to die.

Aside from dealing with internal affairs of the clan every day, Feng Yi spent all his time with me.

Could it be that he simply wanted to keep me busy? Thinking about it, this might actually be possible.

Speaking of which, that tree grows really well. I wonder if it would look better if I hang myself on it.

But when a god dies, they leave no traces. They simply return to the heavens and become nourishment for the world, transforming into wind and rain that protects mortals.

It's such a waste of my extraordinary appearance.

Let's choose a pink rope, it looks nice.

Wait a moment, why does that white bird look familiar?

The way it's looking down at me, sneering, reminds me of the Emperor who always forced me to study magic diligently—

Now the only Emperor in the divine realm, the Emperor residing in Cangwu Mountain, Xi Zao.

"No progress at all."

Wuwuwu, this god's arrogant scolding is exactly the same.

My breath caught, and I felt like I was back in that dark time of studying endlessly.

I reached out to close the window, but the window that normally closes easily now feels like it's nailed shut.

When I came down with a piece of broken wood in my hand, I stopped in my tracks, closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and tears welled up as I spoke with righteousness:

"Emperor, when you make your move, please remember our master-disciple relationship and be a little quicker. You know, I've always been afraid of pain. I used to cry for a long time when your spirit bird pecked me on the mountain."

After waiting for a while, I realized that I was still alive.

And the Emperor had already transformed into a human form and calmly sat on my bed.

Elegant and noble.

"Annoying."

"Once I'm rested, I will take you out of here."

He really has his own way of doing things, the Emperor.

Such attention to detail, he is not wrong.

I held the broken piece of wood and lamented my fate.

"I am saving you."

The Emperor sighed, lifted his eyelids in a cold manner.

"Yang Shuo is someone who cannot be kept."

I looked at the Emperor and felt like my brain couldn't turn anymore.