Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Chapter 116 Azure Dragon Seven Constellations: Azure Dragon?!

At first, Duke Huan of Qi still held onto a sliver of hope and expectation, thinking that someone would come to his rescue.

Perhaps his wives and concubines, upon hearing the news, covered their faces and wept as they came to visit him, or perhaps his sons stayed by his bedside, calling out softly to him as they cared for him.

Alternatively, the court officials might notice something amiss, join forces to enter the palace, and rescue him from imprisonment.

At the very least, someone should come to examine his pulse and administer medicine to help him recover.

Duke Huan of Qi thought about it over and over again.

From day to night, and from night to dawn, the area outside the palace remained deathly silent.

No matter how he shouted, whether he asked for food, pounded on the edge of the bed, roared, cursed, or begged, there were no footsteps and no one responded to him.

Under such torment, Duke Huan of Qi's consciousness gradually became blurred.

Hunger began to gnaw at his body, and thirst tore at his throat.

His expectations crumbled during the waiting, until only despair remained in the end.

Outside the palace, Wu Kui and other young masters were busy gathering followers and vying for power, so they had no time to come and see him, let alone anyone else. With Yi Ya and others blocking their way, no one dared to come and see him.

Inside the palace.

Duke Huan of Qi's breathing grew weaker and weaker, sometimes lucid and sometimes delirious.

Everything from the past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

There are scenes of him being in high spirits when all the feudal lords gathered together and he commanded the world, and there are also scenes of him standing on the altar at the foot of the misty mountain, asking questions to the god of the misty mountain.

There were even echoes of the words of the God of Mist Mountain.

"As a hegemon, as the ruler of the strongest vassal state in the world."

"How tragic that you will be trapped in the palace in your later years and starve to death—"

The sound came from a great distance, yet it was incredibly clear.

Duke Huan of Qi's pupils trembled slightly, his eyes revealing sorrow.

Lord of Mist Mountain?

Is this the God of Fog Mountain?

"The God of Fog Mountain —"

Duke Huan of Qi gave a bitter smile.

He vaguely remembered that when the God of Mist Mountain told him these prophecies, he was excited and angry, feeling that the God of Mist Mountain was playing a trick on him, and he did not believe it at all.

At the time, he angrily questioned me, which now seems ridiculous.

How could the prophecy spoken by the God of Fog Mountain be false?

It was just too unbelievable for ordinary people like them to believe.

Come to think of it, what kind of being is Lord Wushan? How could he possibly be deceived?

Even a monarch is nothing to someone like Lord Wushan.

He is now very old, but I suppose the God of Mist Mountain is still the same as before?

Immortality?!

Perhaps, right now, it's watching from afar on the misty mountain, looking at him with pity, watching all this ridiculousness.

Duke Huan of Qi mocked himself.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

Overwhelmed with deep regret, Duke Huan of Qi gradually lost his breath and closed his eyes in his bedchamber.

A once-mighty power has come to an end.

His body gradually rotted, swelled, and became infested with maggots in the palace.

A stench resembling that of dead rats gradually permeated the palace and drifted outwards.

During this process, not long after the Marquis of Qi died, Yi Ya and the others found out.

After all, they had placed the Marquis of Qi under house arrest, deliberately withholding his food and water and forbidding anyone from approaching him; only their men guarded the area outside his palace.

They knew perfectly well when the Marquis of Qi died.

However, they did not spread the news, deliberately suppressing it and keeping the death a secret.

Because they kept the information hidden, no one else knew.

Time passed slowly.

It wasn't until the dissenting ministers were killed, they took control of the palace, and Prince Wu Kui ascended to the throne that Yi Ya and others officially announced the death of the Marquis of Qi.

By this time, Duke Huan of Qi's body had decomposed to the point that maggots crawled out of the door and the stench was unbearable, making him truly one of the most tragic rulers.

As the funeral was announced, the various feudal lords learned that the Duke of Qi had died.

Before long, after their spies gathered information, they found out exactly what had happened.

The State of Jin.

In Quwo City.

Silence fell over the hall.

At this moment, only shock remained on the face of Duke Hui of Jin, Yi Wu, the ruler of Jin.

His expression shifted rapidly. "That Qi Hou fellow is dead?!"

If the Marquis of Qi had died a natural death, he naturally wouldn't have thought much of it.

but----

Duke Hui of Jin was in a daze, and couldn't help but recall the prophecy that the God of Wushan had given to Marquis Qi that day.

At this moment, the ministers in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

The scene from several years ago is still vivid in their minds.

At the time, they had even spoken to the ruler about the prophecy, saying that it might not be credible and that it might just be the words of the God of Mist Mountain playing tricks on the Marquis of Qi!

After all, how could the Marquis of Qi, a ruler of a state, starve to death? It's utterly absurd!

At that time, they thought it was outrageous and impossible, believing that Lord Wushan was just playing a trick on Marquis Qi!

But now—

At this moment, Duke Hui of Jin and his ministers in the hall were left with only bewilderment and disbelief.

That outrageous prophecy was actually true?

And if this were true, wouldn't it mean—

Will someone truly emerge with a destiny bestowed upon them more than four hundred years later?

Will he sweep across all nations and unify the world?

Duke Hui of Jin and the others were horrified and no longer dared to underestimate the prophecy spoken by the God of Mist Mountain.

Since the prophecy about the Marquis of Qi was true, then this statement must also be true!

The State of Chu.

Yingdu.

King Cheng of Chu listened to the scout's report and was stunned. He, who used to laugh heartily, could no longer laugh.

"That guy Jiang Xiaobai, he actually—"

He couldn't believe it.

Back then, he didn't pay much attention to what the God of Mist Mountain said.

He found what the God of Mist Mountain said laughable and took it as a joke.

Who would have thought that this was actually true?

Even if you broke his head, he still wouldn't believe it was real!

The nobles and ministers of Chu in the hall looked at each other in dismay, their smiles gone, replaced by fear.

at the same time.

The location of the Zhou royal family.

Luo Yi.

The Zhou emperor, seated high on his throne, was also listening to the messenger's report.

The Zhou emperor's eyes showed reverence as he murmured, "Could the various miraculous abilities possessed by the Mist Mountain God, as recorded in our royal records, be true?"

Putting everything else aside, this statement is absolutely correct!

For a moment, he felt a deep fear and dread towards the God of Mist Mountain.

Soon, Duke Mu of Qin, as well as the rulers of the states of Song, Lu, Wei, and Zheng, learned of the news and were all shocked.

They who initially found it funny are now unable to laugh at all.

They hadn't taken the prophecy about destiny more than four hundred years from now seriously, but they took it very seriously.

Some rulers even recorded this saying in the secrets of the royal court, so that future generations would not forget it.

After all, just because they can't use it now doesn't mean future generations can't!

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Who knows, we might even be able to seize the initiative and do something based on this prophecy!

In addition to valuing the prophecy, they also began to respect and revere the God of Mist Mountain like never before.

This deity has existed since the time of King You of Zhou!

Yes, gods. Originally, they thought this Mist Mountain God was just a local deity, a mountain god, a river god, and the like, but now they don't think so anymore.

Such power—knowing destiny and national fortune, and rumored to be able to control natural disasters like wind and rain—is something that ordinary people could not achieve.

What else could it be but a god?

Moreover, this is only a small part of the power that this Mist Mountain God Lord has shown. No one knows what other abilities he has!

It is very possible that he was a previously unknown and nameless deity who was only discovered by them in recent years!

As rumors spread, some knowledgeable people naturally began to speculate about the true identity of this celestial being, the God of Mist Mountain.

Based on just a little bit of information, historians, diviners, shamans, astrologers, and sorcerers quickly came up with all sorts of guesses.

According to the late Duke Huan of Qi, he saw a blue shadow in the dark clouds in Qi that day.

So some people speculated that this God of Mist Mountain might be the Eastern Constellation, the Azure Dragon Seven Constellations?

The seven eastern constellations—Horn, Neck, Root, Room, Heart, Tail, and Winnowing Basket—form a blue dragon, which in legends is depicted as a green dragon.

People from various vassal states speculated wildly and felt a sense of awe.

Soon, the prophecy of the God of Mist Mountain about the destiny more than four hundred years later was also called the mystery of the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon, which contained the secret to unifying the world!

Whoever can solve this problem will be able to unify the nations and bring peace to the world!

While they were beginning to speculate.

Prince Zhao of Qi was not idle either.

He fled to the State of Song and sought help from Duke Xiang of Song. Duke Xiang of Song sent troops to attack Qi. Upon seeing the Song army pressing on the border, the people of Qi rioted, killed Wu Kui and others, and welcomed back Crown Prince Zhao in an attempt to quell the war.

As a result, Crown Prince Zhao returned to the country and before he could officially ascend the throne, he was attacked by the other four princes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Crown Prince Zhao, who had fled to the State of Song, fled again. Duke Xiang of Song once again sent troops to defeat the four princes, and Crown Prince Zhao finally secured his throne as Duke Xiao of Qi.

Subsequently, the coffin was placed in, the funeral was held, and the body lay in state. Duke Huan of Qi, who had been dead for nearly a year and had not yet been properly buried, was finally given a proper and dignified burial.

The reign of a powerful ruler has truly come to an end.

During this process, the Zhou royal family and the various vassal states focused their attention on Wushan and the Wushan God, and had no interest in the affairs of the Qi state.

Many feudal lords, and even the Zhou emperor, went to Wushan to worship the Wushan God, hoping to obtain prophecies or benefits.

Unfortunately, to their disappointment, the God of Mist Mountain completely ignored them.

They couldn't even send someone up to Wushan!

The misty mountain was strangely shrouded in thick fog.

You'll only walk a few steps before you have to go back down the mountain, and you'll never reach the top, let alone see the God of Mist Mountain!

Disappointed, they all returned home.

However, they did not give up. They continued to offer sacrifices to Wushan Zhenjun, hoping that one day they could receive the favor of this Wushan deity, who was suspected to be one of the Seven Eastern Constellations.

Unfortunately, their repeated sacrifices only brought them disappointment.

Above the misty mountain.

Su Chen ignored them and focused on comprehending the secrets of the Reincarnation Dao Fruit, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon to accumulate energy for his physical transformation.

Time passed slowly.

Time flows like water, never stopping for anyone.

In the blink of an eye, more than 420 years have passed.

The time came to the late Warring States period, when Ying Zheng emerged and was about to unify the various states.

Su Chen had also accumulated enough energy for his physical transformation.

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