Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 437 The Will of Heaven Has Always Been Difficult to Predict

However, this self-proclaimed god of war in the chaotic world did not notice that before the red dragon was dragged into the Jingguan, it poured a wisp of its essence into the body of Yuan Ziyou, the only descendant of the Tuoba family in the vicinity.

Finally, it became the weapon of revenge for the Tuoba family, piercing his divine core two and a half years later...

But at least at this moment, this newly promoted 'Heavenly Slaughter God Lord' is incredibly powerful and invincible, with the entire Northern Dynasty prostrating itself at his feet!
Erzhu Rong reached out and pulled Yuan Ziyou out of the royal tent, handing him the edict of abdication, saying, "Your Majesty, I use the blood of the former emperors and ministers to cleanse your palace, and their flesh and blood to lay the foundation for your empire! From this day forward, in the court of Great Wei—only true men who have endured wind and sand and swallowed swords will stand!"

"Why aren't you worshipping and thanking the gods?!" Erzhu Zhao shoved Yuan Ziyou from behind.

Yuan Ziyou stubbornly refused to kneel, and said with grief and indignation: "General, you have risen up today, it is the will of Heaven, which cannot be reversed by human power. If you have the mandate of Heaven to ascend the throne, I am powerless to stop you, so I will concede the throne. If you still want to preserve the Great Wei dynasty, then please choose another virtuous prince to be the emperor."

In short, I'm done!
"How dare you!" Seeing his stubbornness, the Erzhu family members drew their swords and shouted angrily, "Kill this ungrateful wretch!"

Murong Shaozong quickly stopped them. "The Divine Lord has his own plans; do not act on your own."

"..." Erzhu Rong thought that after he became a god, his words would become law and no one would disobey him.

I didn't expect to be proven wrong right from the start.

His eyes flashed with bloodlust, and Yuan Ziyou felt as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​blood, and he was about to suffocate, but he still clenched his teeth and refused to let go.

Erzhu Rong closed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then opened them to Yuan Tianmu, saying, "Come with me."

"Yes." Yuan Tianmu replied respectfully, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace along with Erzhu Rong.

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The next moment he appeared in Xiu Rong's room, the Great Shaman's room.

Yuan Tianmu was secretly shocked; the methods of the gods were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He saw Erzhu Rong standing with his hands behind his back in front of a golden statue, the face of which was Yuan Ziyou.

"Before deciding to establish Yuan Ziyou, I ordered the Great Shaman to cast golden statues for the Tuoba princes and consult the will of Heaven." Then Erzhu Rong said quietly, "In the end, only his golden statue could be cast, which shows that Heaven approves of this fellow."

Yuan Tianmu was a Xianbei, so he was naturally familiar with this ancient custom. His Tuoba tribe also did this when choosing a successor, letting Heaven decide who the true Son of Heaven was.

Once the golden statue is cast, it is considered the will of Heaven, and no one dares to disobey it.

Before entering Luoyang, Erzhu Rong, following custom, consulted the will of Heaven, which led him to choose Yuan Ziyou. Now, he wants to eliminate Yuan Ziyou but is hesitant due to concerns about Heaven's will, somewhat shooting himself in the foot...

"Times have changed," Yuan Tianmu said cautiously. "Now that you've become a Divine Lord, what difference is there between you and the Heavens?"

“Hmm.” Erzhu Rong’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he agreed wholeheartedly, saying, “Indeed, I am the heaven of the Great Wei, and my will is the will of heaven.”

“That’s right.” Yuan Tianmu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, “Great, becoming a god can’t change one’s intelligence.”

“Then I can change the emperor as I please,” Erzhu Rong said happily.

“Of course.” Yuan Tianmu nodded.

"Then who should we replace?" Erzhu Rong asked again.

“Of course, it is up to the Divine Lord to decide,” Yuan Tianmu replied.

"..." Erzhu Rong fell silent again for a long time before finally saying, "I..."

Yuan Tianmu was stunned for a moment before he reacted, then exclaimed with great joy, "That's perfect!"

He was about to kneel down and shout "Long live the Emperor!" when Erzhu Rong raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't rush, let me cast a golden statue for you too..." Erzhu Rong said. "Uh..." Yuan Tianmu was stunned, completely baffled by his thought process. If he believed in Heaven, how could he have crippled Yuan Ziyou? But if he didn't believe in Heaven, why cast a golden statue? So, did he believe or not?

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Of course, what Yuan Tianmu thinks is unimportant; Erzhu Rong can do whatever he wants.

He then followed the custom and had a golden statue of himself cast by hand, but he failed once, twice, and still failed on the third and fourth attempts...

Erzhu Rong was already a god, yet he failed four times in casting a mere golden statue. What does this tell us? It goes without saying.

The divine premonition told him that if he insisted on going his own way and insisting on ascending the throne, he would have at most two years left to live.

He went to great lengths to kill all the emperor and his officials in Luoyang, not just to have a moment of pleasure and then die... He wanted to live for a thousand generations and enjoy eternal bliss!

But the gods have clearly told him to stop dreaming.

For a moment, Erzhu Rong was completely dazed. He realized that even as a god, he still couldn't do whatever he wanted.

“Looking at the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it seems that one cannot have both fish and bear’s paw…” Yuan Tianmu whispered, “For example, all seven emperors of my Tuoba clan were demigods, and none of them became gods.”

"Why didn't you say so sooner?!" Erzhu Rong's face was terrifyingly dark, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"I don't know either. You want to be emperor?" Yuan Tianmu said, looking aggrieved. "Besides, I was just guessing. How could I dare to speak carelessly?"

"Hmph!" Erzhu Rong snorted coldly, no longer bothering with him.

Seeing that he was not destined to be emperor, he had no choice but to settle for second best and cast statues of his own sons and nephews. However, whether it was Erzhu Dulu, Erzhu Tianguang, Erzhu Shilong, or Erzhu Zhao, they all failed without exception.

He was so angry that he stomped his feet and cursed, "Damn it, what's the point of all this trouble!"

“It seems the Tuoba family’s fate is not yet over…” Yuan Tianmu whispered.

"I have clearly sealed the dragon vein!" Erzhu Rong roared.

"Perhaps because of the relocation of the capital, there might still be remnants of the dragon vein in the Heisei era?" Yuan Tianmu started speculating again.

"Do we really have to let that brat Yuan Ziyou continue to hold the position?" Erzhu Rong was still unwilling.

"..." Yuan Tianmu dared not accept such a remark, lest he get into trouble.

"By the way, you're also a descendant of the Tuoba family." Erzhu Rong glanced at him, then suddenly had a whimsical idea: "How about I cast one for you to see?"

"No, no, that won't do, you mustn't, you mustn't." Yuan Tianmu hurriedly waved his hands repeatedly.

“It doesn’t matter if you cast one. If it works, you’ll be better off than him.” Erzhu Rong insisted that he also cast a golden statue by hand.

Although Yuan Tianmu said it was forbidden, his actions were decisive. He focused his mind and used his highest level of skill to cast a golden statue.

In the end, it still didn't work out.

"Hehe..." He forced a smile upon seeing this and said, "See what I'm saying."

But her smile looked even worse than her tears.

"It seems the throne still belongs to that kid." Erzhu Rong was completely convinced and sighed, "Let's go back."

"Sigh." Yuan Tianmu also sighed, whether he was sighing because he couldn't exchange Yuan Ziyou for him, or because he didn't have that kind of good fortune.

(End of this chapter)