My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 385 A Proclamation to Heaven and Earth... Heaven! The Imperial Ancestral Temple! Nuwa!

Not just him?

Officials who chose to compromise and cooperate with drones to handle government affairs... powerful figures from various regions... extraordinary individuals from various religions... the existence of cults... all had different expressions!

Moreover, those who were familiar with Chu Zhu were experiencing complex, subtle, and extremely shocked feelings at this moment.

These people either knew Chu Zhu but didn't have her phone number, or they did but hadn't been able to get through before... At this moment, it could be said that all their words could be summed up in one sentence—It really is you!

……

“…It’s over!” Sun Min didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had just been cursing and shouting, calling them traitors and national traitors, and even swearing to heaven that since the intelligence indicated the emperor was not dead, then they should defend the emperor…

Then I discovered...

Xu Yuan cautiously took a sip of wine, not daring to say a word.

……

Another location in Tianjing.

"...It really is you!" Respect and fervor appeared on Eleven's face. He was not surprised at all. If it was that person, it would be only natural for him to do any miracle.

After a moment's thought, he abruptly asked, "Has the notification been sent to the capital?"

There was no one around him...

However, out of nowhere, a slightly hoarse voice rang out.

"...Our forces in the capital are holding back! But...it's hard to say about the other sects!"

"...No, we must help the Holy Son!" Eleven's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. He frantically tore at his own face, ripping it off completely. However, he wasn't just tearing at the mask; he soon began ripping his own face, blood flowing freely: "Anyone who dares to kill the Holy Son... then..."

"...No need!" the voice spoke again, as calm as ever, with a hint of scrutiny: "If the Holy Son were to die so easily, then he wouldn't be the Holy Son."

Eleven abruptly stopped moving. He thought for a long time, biting his thumb harder and harder until he finally bit it off. A look of relief appeared on his face: "First Sir! You are right."

However, Eleven was still slightly unwilling, and even somewhat dissatisfied with First... because, perhaps the Holy Son didn't need their help, but they couldn't refuse to help just because the Holy Son didn't need it!
"...However!" The voice of the First One grew increasingly ethereal and elusive: "We really shouldn't have intervened this time; we should have just observed... Heh, this 'Holy Son' is starting to perform the Fengshan ceremony... Hmph, so vain! Is he truly the Holy Son?"

The first voice was very puzzled... He couldn't understand what the practical significance of this action was...

This will not win people's hearts... On the contrary, it will give the world the feeling that this new emperor is frivolous and unreliable!
Eleven took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and composed himself. If the First One had never believed that this person was the Holy Son from beginning to end, then his actions were understandable...

"...Perhaps, he simply wants to establish contact with the Goddess Nuwa...Aren't there many of the Goddess Nuwa's envoys around him?" Eleven thought for a moment and said, "After all...if it really succeeds! Then the Holy Son can be called...the one who can easily seize the world is none other than Chu Zhu! If some legitimacy and orthodoxy are not added...it's hard to say what the future holds."

Ultimately, how difficult can something that can be completed in a day be?
"A declaration?" The First One paused for a moment, then murmured, "But... why is 'that person' personally getting involved? This has never happened before... This goes against her usual logic!"

"Could it be that the prophecy of the last Celestial Bishop... is about to come true?!"

Eleven thought for a moment, then his blood-stained face suddenly turned ugly: "You mean...?"

The first person didn't continue speaking, but that was a tacit agreement.

"No, impossible!" Eleven categorically denied, "I absolutely do not believe it... That was just the last bishop's ravings! He was almost dead at the time... What use were those words?"

"The idea that the end of the world is coming... no matter how much public opinion it stirred up at the time, isn't it just a joke now?"

However, the voice did not answer him again.

Eleven's face turned extremely pale, but quickly, he seemed to remember something, breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled out an inverted cross from his robes, praying devoutly. "It doesn't matter... Even if the Great Cataclysm comes! Under the protection of the Holy Son and the Lord, we will eventually overcome the calamity..."

……

at the same time.

Chu Zhu's announcement had reached its final paragraph, but to be honest, Chu Zhu felt rather complicated as she read it.

After all, this declaration was actually generated by Nuwa No. 17. Using the declaration generated by Nuwa to announce Nuwa, thereby awakening the Nuwa host...emmm.

However, no matter what, Chu Zhu still managed to read the last sentence.

"...I, Chu Zhu, hereby declare to heaven and earth—"

A new dynasty has been established! Great fortune reigns throughout the land!

The surrounding officials from the Ministry of Rites: "..."

"May the world be blessed" my ass!

You really dare to say that... I've never heard of a world being peaceful after a chaotic battle.

One man, his expression shifting, was contemplating whether he should rush forward and... smash his head against the altar to his death!
This turned his confident Fengshan ceremony into a complete joke...

However, he had just taken a step when his expression froze...

……

A dazzling white light suddenly burst forth.

Then, the long-sealed gates of the Imperial Ancestral Temple slowly opened.

Chu Zhu raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Chu Zhu seemed to momentarily lose her focus.

"?!" The slender man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively looked towards the sky. He vaguely sensed a new unmanned shuttle appearing in that direction...

Wait, this guy... wasn't he in his true form before??
The thin man's mind went blank. Actually, if he wanted to, he could have discerned it by carefully using his divine sense…

But who would dare to think of that?

They even dared to use an incarnation or something else to perform the ritual of offering sacrifices to the heavens—only after confirming its completion would they somehow bring back the real body!
And it happened in full view of everyone...

You! Aren't you afraid of messing things up...? Wouldn't that be equivalent to displaying extraordinary power in front of everyone? You're insane... And aren't you worried that the goddess Nuwa will be angered by this...?

You... show absolutely no respect or reverence for the goddess Nuwa. It's incredibly audacious... Why would the goddess Nuwa approve of someone like this?
The man's expression grew increasingly grim. Although the previous emperor was indeed a flawed character… he admitted he was a competent ruler…

And this new ruler... he had never seen anything so outrageous... this was an emperor who was completely contrary to their Confucian ideals.

Chu Zhu stretched his body, his expression remaining unchanged. The invisible cloak beneath his clothes fluttered slightly—he was able to do all this thanks to the Shadow Cloak.

He used his shadow cloak to create a shadow of himself, and then had the shadow take his place in holding the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven! If something went wrong, it would be the shadow that died anyway; if everything went smoothly, he could use the substitution function to take its place.

As for why the black shadow that split off from the Shadow Cloak could disguise itself as Chu Zhu's appearance—this was naturally due to the power of memory replication.

Chu Zhu calmly entered the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Then, the door slowly closed!
(End of this chapter)