Vol 3 Chapter 4945: Past and Present

A few days later, Shen Lang arrived at Zhaoyang City, the main city of the Zhaoyang Tribe.
The style of the entire city is retro, and the buildings are mostly made of animal bones and covered with a lot of animal skins, giving it the feeling of a primitive tribe.
Most of the monks in the city wore clothes made of animal skins, and the monks with a slightly higher level wore various armors.
Although everything here is rough and primitive, Shen Lang feels the vitality.
Zhaoyang City has a radius of millions of miles, and there are hundreds of millions of monks in the city, gathering the elites of the Zhaoyang tribe.
There is no air ban in the city, and a large number of escaping lights fly by in the sky. Some are transmitting information, some are performing patrol tasks, and some are maintaining order. The number of monks is large and complicated, and their cultivation is not weak.
Looking around, there is no cultivator below the level of Heavenly Immortal.
This is the true sense of Luo Tian Shang Xian walking all over the ground, Da Luo Jin Xian is not as good as a dog.
Shen Lang was speechless and went straight to the Zhaoyang City Hall.
The Tianzun monks in Zhongzhou were all sent by Fuxi to guard the border fortresses or to support other tribes. There were no Tianzun monks in Zhaoyang City.
Temporarily in charge of affairs in Zhaoyang City is a Confucian scholar named Lu Ming.
Shen Lang met Lu Ming in the main hall of Zhaoyang City on the grounds that he was here at the order of Nuwa.
"Daoyou Shen has come from a long way, and Lu has lost his way to welcome him, and he hopes for more Haihan." Lu Ming politely clasped his fists.
"Daoist fellow Lu, you're welcome. This time Shen came here mainly to convey important matters to the Emperor at the order of Emperor Wa." Shen Lang clasped his fists neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"I don't know what's the matter?" Lu Ming asked cautiously.
Although Shen Lang was undoubtedly a human cultivator, he was quite familiar, and Lu Ming did not dare to trust the other party.
"It's inconvenient to discuss this with Daoist friend Lu, but Daoist friend Lu doesn't have to doubt it too much. Shen came here this time and brought the token given by Emperor Wa, and Daoist Lu can pass this token to the emperor."
After all, Shen Lang took out the golden talisman that Nuwa had previously given him, and gave it to Lu Ming.
Feeling the holy power released by the talisman, Lu Ming believed most of it, and said solemnly: "Don't hide the truth from fellow Daoist Shen, the emperor is retreating in the 'Jiuzhong Tiangong', and the Jiuzhong Tiangong has a strong seal prohibition, and no one can enter. , Lu cannot hand over the token for Fellow Daoist Shen."
"This..." Shen Lang frowned.
Now that the major forces in the human realm are in the same hatred, Lu Ming didn't want to embarrass Shen Lang, so he changed the topic: "Since Fellow Daoist Shen has the token given by the predecessors of the Emperor Wa, it is better to take this token and try it at the entrance of the Tiangong. Perhaps after the emperor perceives the token, he will Open the entrance to the Tiangong by yourself."
Shen Lang's eyes lit up, and he clasped his fists and said, "Then let Daoyou Lu lead the way."
"Please come with me."
Lu Ming led Shen Lang out of the hall, and immediately turned into a flash of light and rose into the air.
Shen Lang followed closely.
The two flew straight to an altitude of 90,000 miles.
According to Lu Ming's guidance, Shen Lang activated the golden amulet in his hand.
The talisman burst out with dazzling golden light, shaking like golden waves.
Just this moment.
"Buzz!"
A large swath of nine-colored clouds appeared from the top of the sky, covering the sky and the earth.
A huge tower-shaped palace is looming in the clouds, and there are thousands of rays of light!
The pagoda-shaped palace has nine floors, releasing a gorgeous nine-color rainbow light, magnificent and breathtaking!
This is the Jiuzhong Tiangong where Fuxi lives.
Legend has it that the Jiuzhong Tiangong is a space fairy treasure refined by Fuxi himself.
At first glance, it is quite similar to the Lingyun Tiangong that Shen Lang has seen, but the size is different.
"Subordinate Lu Ming, meet the Emperor!"
Lu Ming's heart trembled, and he immediately bowed to Jiuzhong Tiangong.
"Welcome the Emperor!"
Countless monks in Zhaoyang City witnessed the nine-colored palace above the sky, and they bowed their heads and worshipped because Emperor Fuxi was about to leave the customs.
"Junior Shen Lang, please meet the Emperor Senior!" Shen Lang bowed towards Jiuzhong Tiangong.
The hall door at the entrance of Jiuzhong Tiangong opened impressively, as if agreeing to Shen Lang's request.
Shen Lang took a deep breath and flew straight towards the entrance of the temple gate.
The moment he stepped into the palace.
The surrounding space suddenly changed.
"My child, my child!"
The sharp cry of a middle-aged woman seemed to come from an incomparably distant place, awakening Shen Lang who had been sleeping for an unknown time.