Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 1: King of Western Chu
In a white chaos.

"So, you're a god who killed billions of people to become a god?"

Yang Feng asked the huge man sitting on the huge throne in front of him...

Let’s just call him a god!

It is so tall that it even looks a little ethereal in the clouds.

"Yes."

The latter answered in that echoing voice.

"Shouldn't that be a demon?"

In the end, Yang Feng couldn't help but feel confused.

"Mortal, are you qualified to judge a god?"

The voice said majestically.

"I'm just expressing my confusion. Besides, I still don't understand why you chose me to do this for you?"

Yang Feng said.

This self-proclaimed god, but possibly a demon, had suddenly brought him here, demanding he go to a designated time and space to retrieve what he called artifacts. These items were somewhat baffling, like Xiang Yu's halberd, Zhao Kuangyin's axe—was it the one that killed him? In short, they were all similar items, even the Nine Cauldrons of the Xia Dynasty. Furthermore, not only could they be retrieved, but the holders of these items, or their descendants, had to retrieve them after the country was destroyed. After retrieving them, the artifact's properties had to be reactivated to allow them to be used again.

Obviously playing him.

I was able to send him there, but I have to restart the artifact properties before I can get him back?
Ghosts believe it!

It was obvious that this bastard was playing a trick on him.

What's more, the method of restarting is very troublesome. It requires gathering the descendants of the holder, at least a part of the descendants, especially the direct descendants, and then holding a ceremony in his capital, so that it can be restarted.

Zhao Kuangyin's descendants lost their country...

That must be Yashan, right?

As for his capital...

Bringing a group of Zhao family members from Yashan to Kaifeng to hold a ceremony?

Have you asked me about Dayuan?
"Destined!"

The asshole replied.

"hehe."

Yang Feng replied.

But it doesn't matter, we've been brought here anyway.

"Then there's another question, what can I get?"

He said.

"what do you want?"

"World Peace?"

Yang Feng said this with a cold smile.

"can!"

"How do you achieve that?"

"It's very simple."

After that guy finished speaking, the white clouds under Yang Feng's feet suddenly dispersed, and the land and the sea appeared instantly. He stood somewhat uncomfortably in the void that seemed like a tempered glass observation deck, looking at the land below that was in the midst of war. It had been completely destroyed, and there was not a single intact building in the ruins. Tanks were slowly moving forward, and continuous firing shattered the ruins even more. Scattered resistance fighters fired rockets from time to time to hit the enemy tanks.

At this moment, there was suddenly another person beside him.

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at the empty throne, then at this so-called god...

"We are indeed destined to be together!"

He had to admit.

They actually look like twins, but that might be intentional.

The man didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out a small glass bottle, smiled, opened the lid, and, like a mischievous child, threw it at a flying fighter plane. The bottle passed through the canopy like it was piercing the air, striking the pilot. The pilot, completely unaware, was dropping a heavy bomb on a building that was clearly a hospital, then gleefully watched as the women and children were devoured by the explosion.

Yang Feng looked at the so-called god next to him with horror.

"Aren't you a little crazy?"

He said.

"You only want peace, but you didn't say how to achieve it. Even if everyone dies, it's still peace."

"I've come to believe that you've killed billions to do this."

"Don't worry, I've added a genetic lock to it, targeting this family only. It won't spread outwards. With current technology, if one-third of them die, that's pretty much it. I'm a god, a kind god. I'm compassionate even to ants."

The so-called God put his arm around his shoulders and said with an expression that seemed very satisfied with his own moral level.

"I'm not asking for world peace anymore. If I keep asking for it, I'm afraid these billions of people won't be enough for you to harm. You can go, but you have to ensure my safety."

Yang Feng said.

"Of course. I'm here with you, so go ahead and do it. Where do you want to go first?"

The latter said with satisfaction.

“Which one is the least difficult?”

"Xiang Yu!"

“Why is he the lowest?”

"First, his Western Chu perished with his death, which means his country was destroyed along with his own. Therefore, you don't need to restart the ritual for the artifact, and he has no heirs. Second, he's a skilled fighter, so when you obtain the artifact, you also possess his military power, which will make it much easier for you to find others. Therefore, he's the best choice for your Novice Village."

"Xiang Yu's military strength?"

Yang Feng smiled.

"It's not just Xiang Yu's martial power. His Overlord Halberd is a divine weapon. Although it's just a weapon in his hands and can't activate divine power, this is a foul. I won't allow this to happen. But in your hands, it's different. After it's restarted, it will become more than just a weapon."

The so-called God also laughed.

"Can I use it to choose Liu Bang and make myself the emperor?"

Yang Feng said.

"That's your business, not mine. I just want you to bring it back, and there's no time limit."

The so-called God said.

The next moment, he suddenly pushed Yang Feng. Yang Feng was caught off guard and fell down before he could say anything.

A battlefield filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Yang Feng looked at the enemies swarming towards him in confusion.

He instinctively grabbed a handful, then picked up something and swept it across. The next moment, a cold light flashed through the air, and the two enemies in front were cut in half at the same time. At the same time, a fighting instinct instantly took over his body. He roared and jumped up. The thing in his hand seemed to come alive. He hooked, stabbed, chopped and pecked in his hand, completing the killing in the blink of an eye.

No one around him was spared.

He stood there with a murderous aura that he himself did not understand, and slammed the weapon down.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud bang, a visible shock wave caused all the surrounding soldiers to fall down. At the same time, it seemed to have transformed, releasing a dazzling light, and the original blood stains also dissipated outwards in the light, and even the damage was automatically repaired.

This is a halberd.

Of course, it’s not the Fang Tian Hua Ji.

Instead, it was a halberd with a "卜" character on the inside.

He leaned on his halberd and looked around at the terrified eyes of the soldiers on the ground...

It would be strange if I wasn't terrified!

He then lowered his head and looked at the giant-like corpse on the ground. This guy was probably about two meters tall, and with muscles all over his body, he was extremely strong. Although he was dead, he was still very impactful.

This is the King of Western Chu!

"King Xiang and the King of Han were once brothers. Although the victor was king and the vanquished were bandits, the outcome is now decided. King Xiang is dead. Why are you destroying his remains? Is this how the King of Han taught you to treat your brothers?"

He raised his head and shouted.

The soldiers looked at each other.

"Don't worry about the language. You speak what they understand and they speak what you understand."

At this time, the so-called God's voice sounded in Yang Feng's ears.

"Can I leave now?"

Yang Feng asked in his mind.

"It's up to you. If you want to go back, just raise the Overlord Halberd and shout 'return'."

"Can this thing change its shape? I'm not used to it."

"It's a divine artifact. You can turn it into a Maxim if you want."

The so-called God answered.

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, and then imagined the appearance of the Overlord Halberd in the game. The next moment, the Overlord Halberd in his hand emitted light again, and its appearance in the light changed rapidly like a Transformer, and in the blink of an eye it became what he imagined.

The soldiers around who were climbing up were stunned.

A general mustered up the courage to step forward and bow.

"The Immortal has suddenly arrived, and we have been ignorant and offended. Please forgive us, Immortal. However, the pursuit of King Xiang was a military order. Although King Xiang is now dead, if we cannot bring back his body, we will not be able to escape military punishment. I beg you to have mercy on us. If you wish to protect King Xiang's body, please move your carriage to Gaixia. The King of Han respects the wise and the talented. If the Immortal arrives, he will certainly treat you with courtesy. Then we will naturally be spared. Since the Immortal has requested it, King Xiang's body should also be buried with honor."

He said.

Yang Feng thought about it.

"All right!"

He said it readily.

The general immediately ordered his soldiers to fetch four horses, then tied a piece of cowhide between them and carried Xiang Yu's body onto them. He also found a horse for Yang Feng. Although Yang Feng had never ridden before, he was now practically possessed by Xiang Yu, so he could ride. The general was clearly a clever man. Yang Feng had simply appeared out of thin air, and his actions after his appearance, especially the strange transformation of Xiang Yu's halberd in his hands, clearly indicated he was an immortal. If he was an immortal, he was certainly not something they could defeat. Besides, Xiang Yu was already dead, so they had already won. It was simply that they couldn't dismember his body. There was no need to risk it.

After fighting for so many years, we now see that the King of Han has conquered the world and the days of enjoying life are about to come. Why should we take completely unnecessary risks?

Just as they finished clearing the area, a general arrived with a large number of cavalry.

"Guan Ying?"

Yang Feng said.

The latter was talking to the general. When he heard his words, he was stunned for a moment and then walked forward.

"I didn't expect that the immortal also knew the baby's name."

He said.

"Isn't it uncomfortable for you to ride like this?"

Yang Feng asked.

"What does the Immortal mean?"

Guan Ying was at a loss for a moment.

"You can put a stirrup on each side, and you have a cushion on your horse, so why not a saddle?"

Yang Feng said.

Guan Ying was still confused.

There was indeed just a cushion on their horses, which was probably the prototype of a saddle, so Xiang Yu was actually fighting on foot. However, charging on horseback with his size was obviously a torture for the horse.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Yang Feng thought about it.

"Hurry up and send me the saddle stirrups, and teach me how to tie them!"

He said to the so-called God in his mind.

“Please be aware of your identity; you are speaking to a God.”

The latter said dissatisfiedly.

"Please be aware of your status. I am doing things for you now. If that doesn't work for you, I will just stop serving you. If that doesn't work for you, I will just follow Xiang Yu and cut my own throat."

"Well, let alone slitting your own throat, I can even make you a new body even if you burn to ashes. I'm a kind god, and I'm willing to help you. But you'd better think carefully. Giving them the saddle and stirrups now could have a huge impact on your future."

"None of my business!"

Yang Feng answered simply.

"That's right. It's none of our business. I like your attitude."

The so-called God answered.

The next moment, a full set of horse harness appeared at Yang Feng's feet.

He then led the horse he was riding and, using the extra knowledge he had gained, quickly tied the harness to it. Then, holding Xiang Yu's halberd, he jumped on the horse and prodded it with his spurs. The horse immediately reared up with a neigh, then dropped its front hooves and galloped forward. Yang Feng, holding the Overlord Halberd under his arm, charged straight at a wounded warhorse. In the blink of an eye, the halberd's sting sank into the horse's neck, and as Yang Feng moved forward, he plucked it out again...

Guan Ying's eyes widened at the back.

(End of this chapter)