The Divine Men Are Countless

The black tide on the upright River of Oblivion surged downwards like a real waterfall, endlessly cycling.

If a deity's incense offerings and prayers are weak, they would probably be pulled into the River of Oblivion by this black tide.

But Su Yi and her group would not, because they were accompanied by a divine lord of the state.

The governor of Qingzhou, who controlled the incense offerings and prayers of the entire prefecture and ruled over its thirty-six counties and 720 towns, suppressed the surging black tide with almost no effort.

When the black tide receded, the River of Oblivion returned to its mirror-like calm, and Su Yi refused to look at it even if you killed him.

I'm terrified that if I look at it again, it will explode!

The ship rose straight up and flew for about 15 minutes before suddenly crossing the River of Oblivion, and the scenery before our eyes changed abruptly.

A huge, light gray mirror, as large as a lake, stood quietly in front of everyone.

The River of Oblivion, hundreds of feet wide and seemingly endless, appears to stretch from the ends of heaven and earth, unlike anything found in the human world.

In the distance, divine light shone brightly, transforming into streaks of rosy light under the soft tricolor glow, drifting like floating clouds in the distant sky.

"That is where the Prefect resides, and it is also the hub of the incense offering space of the fifteen southwestern states!" The Prefect of Qingzhou put away his usual aloofness, looked at the distant sunset, and unconsciously carried a hint of respect in his tone.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was divided into twenty-three circuits, each governing fifteen states. The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty alone occupied five states, totaling three hundred and sixty states.

The gods of the Great Zhou Dynasty were also classified according to this hierarchy.

Above the state lord is the Daoist deity who oversees the region, also known as the prefectural lord.

There are twenty-three prefects in the world. Apart from a few kings, the prefects have the most power.

The Prefectural Lord has direct access to the Imperial Observatory and is already a top-tier deity in the divine system. He also possesses the power to appoint and dismiss deities below the level of the Governor.

As the ship sailed on the hundred-zhang-wide River of Oblivion, a feeling of sorrow and despair enveloped Su Yi's heart.

That was the negative emotion brought about by a massive amount of resentment and the souls of the dead. Although it was pulled to the bottom of the River of Oblivion, its endless quantity still caused a qualitative change.

As soon as one gets close to this river, living beings will involuntarily fall into negative emotions of despair and sorrow, thus being drawn to the River of Oblivion and jumping into it.

But Su Yi was an exception. After accidentally falling into the trap of the Black Tide just now, Su Yi became wary of the River of Oblivion in front of her.

That unspeakable sadness lasted only a moment before vanishing without a trace.

The reason is simple: Su Yi, who possesses a player attribute panel, is just as indifferent to the pressure of a great cultivator as he is to the negative emotions of the River of Oblivion.

But Gu Wanquan, who was standing to the side, wasn't so lucky.

Even if he becomes the future Sword Immortal, he is still just a Golden Core cultivator at present.

Without opening the Purple Mansion and cultivating divine consciousness, one naturally cannot withstand the negative effects of the River of Oblivion, which is hundreds of feet wide.

As Gu Wanquan reflected on his life under this unspeakable sorrow, he suddenly felt an urge to commit suicide.

A pure loathing for the world, a loathing for one's own existence, as if everything about existence is wrong to one's own eyes.

That unspeakable sorrow gave rise to the greatest despair.

Gu Wanquan had no other choice but to end his own life.

In a daze, Gu Wanquan drew his sword, like a puppet.

"Wan Quan, are you alright?"

The sudden, lively voice jolted Gu Wanquan, whose thoughts had become fixed, back to his senses through sheer willpower.

"clang!"

Gu Wanquan sheathed his longsword, blinked his phoenix eyes, and starlight flashed across his pupils before disappearing in an instant.

Gu Wanquan's face regained its warm smile, and he said softly to Su Yi, "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

"Huh? What are you thanking me for?" Su Yi stared blankly as Gu Wanquan bowed. Although she didn't know what he was thanking her for, she figured thanking him was the right thing to do!

Su Yi waved her hand dismissively, replying, "It's nothing, just a trivial matter!"

Gu Wanquan nodded, agreeing that this was a piece of cake for his senior brother.

"I was so unknowingly influenced by the river to the point of wanting to commit suicide. I'm still too weak!"

Looking at the sky ablaze with rosy light, Gu Wanquan's smile faded slightly.

After the ship had sailed for another quarter of an hour, a magnificent palace appeared before Su Yi's eyes.

The first impression Su Yi got of this palace that was suspended in the air was that it was huge, huge, and damn huge!

My second impression was that it was incredibly extravagant, ridiculously extravagant!

The enormous palace hangs above the River of Oblivion, its foundation nowhere to be seen. Thousands of upturned eaves slant into the rosy light, and the dense glazed tiles reflect divine light. Dozens of gilded pillars stand tall, and the scent of incense wafts around them.

The smoke from incense transformed into auspicious clouds, encircling the enormous palace, which was enveloped in multicolored divine light, resembling a true celestial abode!

What's most striking is that the closer you get to the palace, the more dazzling the five-colored glow becomes.

Dozens of rows of circular seats are interwoven above the palace.

One by one, the phantom figures of gods, dressed in different clothes and with different expressions, sat amidst the five-colored glow, guarding the entire palace like stars surrounding the moon.

As the ship approached, the densely packed, illusory images of gods simultaneously opened their eyes and looked at the ship.

The gazes of countless gods converged on the ship, giving it an immense sense of oppression.

Even Su Yi, who was unaffected by the oppressive divine power, felt somewhat uncomfortable under the gaze of countless eyes.

They act like they're some big star giving a concert.

Should I perform a dance myself?

Having abandoned her plan to perform a pole dance, Su Yi lowered her voice and asked the Governor of Qingzhou, "Governor, what are we doing here?"

"Whenever a city god is transferred to another state, he must pass through the incense space of the prefectural lord; this is essential," the prefectural lord of Qingzhou replied.

Then, as if to comfort Su Yi, the Governor of Qingzhou said, "Don't worry, under normal circumstances, the Prefect is not at home, and things will change very quickly."

Su Yi was shocked: "I'm Chaowei, I'm usually not home, but look at the people around me, they're all top talents. If they're not usually here, then they must be here now!"

Before Su Yi could ask anything, a rapid drumbeat suddenly sounded in the sky.

Looking up, a magnificent imperial carriage, pulled by countless birds, flew in from afar.

The moment the imperial carriage appeared, the gods in the five-colored glow rose to pay their respects, and even the governor of Qingzhou on the ship bowed in salute.

"Welcome back to the residence, Your Excellency!"

As the orderly chanting of greetings rang out, the palace, which had been enveloped in five-colored rays of light, was suddenly bathed in golden light!

When the Lord returned to his residence, the incense offerings flourished!

Gazing at the awe-inspiring return of the Prefect, a line of poetry involuntarily came to Su Yi's mind:

"Tigers play the zither, phoenixes draw their chariots; divine beings stand in rows like hemp!"