I became Superman

Chapter 95 King of the Earth

The Lord of the Tower is a powerful figure who lives a secluded life.

Among the gods of the New Han Empire, the Lord of the Tower had the longest lifespan. Compared to the gods who were generally over a hundred years old, the Lord of the Tower, who was nearly three hundred years old, stood out.

It's not that gods only live to be around a hundred years old.

When the ancient gods, the greatest threat to the world, awaken, the emperor has the responsibility to select the most powerful deity to meet the enemy.

As the ancient gods awaken more and more frequently, few powerful deities can survive multiple wars.

The Lord of the Tower is an exception.

He participated in the late emperor's sacred expedition and emerged alive from the time bubble.

Although he survived, he always felt that a large part of himself had been buried in the time bubble along with his comrades who went to war.

He became incredibly silent because he had faced the ancient gods directly.

That was a life he had never seen before.

Neither ordinary life on Earth, nor gods, nor even ancient gods close to humanity could give him that feeling.

That endless chill, that strangeness, that feeling of being a foreign object that is completely impossible to communicate with.

That was a complete destroyer of life and order.

When he faced the ancient gods, he finally understood why emperors of all dynasties, and even ancient gods as close to humans as Zhulong and Diting, regarded those guys as a nightmare threat.

Faced with that existence, even powerful beings like emperors throughout history, along with the assistance of countless powerful gods, could only push the spacetime bubble away and temporarily delay the return of the ancient gods.

However, this will lead to serious consequences.

You pushed away the awakened ancient gods, which only delayed their return. However, as time went on, more ancient gods approached the awakening.

One day, an unimaginable number of ancient gods will return simultaneously, at which point humanity will be powerless to resist.

This is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

It was precisely because he had insight into the fate of mankind that the Lord of the Tower became increasingly silent, increasingly reclusive, and increasingly distant from people.

However, this time all the gods of the empire visited at the same time, and the emperor was not in the capital, so he had no choice but to come out and entertain them.

When the tower master approached the Ziwei Pavilion, all the gods rose to greet him.

The tower master had a very simple appearance and did not look like a powerful figure who could influence the entire situation of the New Han Empire. He looked more like an old farmer from a traditional society.

He was barefoot, with his trousers rolled up, his feet and calves covered in mud.

His face was dark, and there was an unyielding sorrow in it.

Liu Xi led the tower master to the first seat and recounted the situation, saying, "That Zhou Ming is very powerful, even Father Emperor is very wary of him. However, he is too arrogant and domineering. First, he killed the Psychological Walker Fu Weiming and the Great Celestial Venerable without cause. Father Emperor did not hold it against him, but he became even more outrageous. Now he has detained the descendants of the gods and even said that the gods should go and demand that they come to him in person."

"We can no longer tolerate this kind of madman, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble he would cause."

"Now that Father is not here, we have no choice but to trouble the Tower Master to step forward and kill him."

The tower master tapped his water pipe on the corner of the table and said, "Why be so bloodthirsty? I have never met Fu Weiming, but I have heard of the Great Celestial Venerable. Pretending to be a god or a ghost is not a good person."

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"When I was young, there were often people like this who occupied temples. They weren't proper Taoist priests or monks, but fake ones. They pretended to be gods and ghosts to deceive the villagers, extort money, and ruin women's reputations. People like this are fine once they die."

Seeing that his tone was off, everyone became anxious.

Hongming said, "Even if he is not a good person, the emperor should be the one to judge him. How can we allow him to act recklessly? Wouldn't that be disrespecting the emperor?"

"A country cannot have two rulers; if this continues, it will inevitably lead to disaster."

The tower master nodded and said, "That makes some sense, but it's not a big mistake. It's normal for young people to be arrogant. Just teach them a lesson."

"With humanity facing a formidable enemy, we shouldn't shed blood internally. Since we are the strong, we should focus on winning them over."

"I will go with you to warn him. If he turns back in time and is willing to abide by the imperial law, then this matter will be settled."

The group exchanged glances. Although they were somewhat dissatisfied with the tower master's lenient attitude, they had no other choice.

The gods immediately discussed the matter and decided that the Tower Master would lead the gods whose offspring had been detained to Shudu.

The vast ice sheet of the Arctic, the boundless snowfield.

Edward has a base here.

Edward, who understood the principle of having multiple burrows, had such outposts in many corners of the world. When he was exhausted from his travels around the world, he would choose an outpost to rest for a while.

At this point, he would carefully organize the materials he had collected and write various plot lines and foreshadowing.

His greatest wish is to turn the entire earth into his stage, so that all living beings can dance under his pen.

Only then can he reach the limit of his abilities.

However, such a realm is ultimately too far away.

However, if he could incorporate that person into his own story, he would probably be one step closer to the realm he dreams of.

Thinking of this, a flame ignited in Edward's heart.

He had laid out all the clues, successfully used some key figures to influence even more important people, and finally brought out that big shot.

The King of the Earth, the Lord of the Tower, second only to the Emperor.

This person is an indispensable key to his plan.

He didn't believe the Tower Master could defeat Zhou Ming.

The tower master was powerful, but ultimately he didn't give Zhou Ming the same intense shock.

However, with the help of the tower master, he can unleash truly terrifying power, the true might of heaven and earth.

No god could withstand that power; only the most powerful ancient gods could.

The force of tectonic plate movement.

Chengdu is a suitable place.

Of course, even with the power of the Earth King, it would be impossible to move the Earth's tectonic plates.

But it's different when you add him.

He is a novelist, and a novelist's duty is to create fiction.

Fictional rules can amplify the abilities of his characters, enabling them to accomplish things that would otherwise be impossible.

Edward had already studied Zhou Ming's personality, and the guy was utterly ridiculous.

Kindness is a rope that can hang a kind person.

He planned to use this rope.

When the tectonic plates shift and shake the entire capital of Chengdu, Zhou Ming will either have to use his own strength to resist the movement of the Earth's tectonic plates and ultimately be crushed by the Earth's power, or he will have to abandon his principles and cause his spirit to fall from its highest position.

Regardless of the outcome, he will be powerless to resist the power of his own pen.

Edward's gaze seemed to pierce through time, witnessing Zhou Ming's demise, whether as a clown or as a hero.

He will gain an incredible powerful figure.

Edward picked up his quill pen and wrote on the leather-bound notebook:

The King of the Earth descended upon Chengdu. The benevolent ancient god, unable to bear the slaughter, challenged a young, powerful warrior to a contest of strength.

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