Pre-Qin Mythology: Starting with the River God

rustling...

Quan Ming's divine body began to transform under the great power of Nuo Mask.

He walked in mid-air, his legs transforming into a snake's tail.

The snake's tail has immense power; with just a slight flick, it creates huge waves on the water's surface, causing river stones to roll, breaking trees on the banks, and creating a deafening roar!

Generally speaking, the divine bodies of immortals and gods are fragile.

Their power lies in authority, magic...

However, once the Nuo mask is put on, this great power returns to one's own body and becomes part of the body.

Quan Ming gazed at the rippling water, looking at his reflection, which resembled... a mythical beast from the mountains and seas!

He was like an ancient mythical beast recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas," wielding the power of heaven and earth. If he were seen by mortals in ancient times, he would surely be revered as a god and worshipped!

"Could it be that you came from here?"

Quan Ming thought that the strange beasts in the mountains and seas originated from this place, or rather...

"This Nuo mask, which embodies the destiny of the gods and is based on the illustrations in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, is a different kind of Tao formed through the understanding of the Shang people."

Quan Ming carefully considered the details.

He felt that although his sweeping tail didn't have the overwhelming force of a river, even a casual flick of his tail had immense power.

If the Daoist energy is activated, Quan Ming can sense that each strand of Daoist energy can generate immense power.

The term "thousand jun" refers to a weight of 30,000 jin (approximately 1

It was also fifteen tons in later generations.

A single, ordinary strike is like a boulder pressing down, instantly turning an ordinary person into "ink"; but a powerful blow, amplified by 1,400 Daoist principles, is like being crushed by hundreds of hundred-ton vehicles...

Quan Ming nodded slightly.

Yet it still felt inadequate.

He wields the Black Bird Seal, which can transform into mountains. The weight of a single mountain, even a small one, would probably require tens of thousands of tons of force to shake.

This power is negligible compared to the divine power of immortals...

Of course, in close combat, few immortal or divine bodies could withstand it.

Moreover, this Nuo mask is not worn on the faces of immortals and gods. In fact, if the sacrifice is performed properly and there are enough offerings, he can put Nuo masks on these tens of thousands of Yin soldiers.

This is the true power of the divine mandate sacrifice.

He did not do it to increase the power of the gods and immortals, but to make the people of the world brave and valiant.

Merchants are known for their martial spirit, and this is the origin of that spirit!

It is conceivable that when the kings of the Shang Dynasty performed sacrifices and put Nuo masks on tens of thousands of soldiers, each soldier would gain immense strength. What country could rival such an army on the battlefield?

Even among different countries, there are their own principles.

However, the fact that the Shang Dynasty was able to dominate for hundreds of years shows the strength of Nuo masks.

……

Quan Ming removed the snake-shaped Nuo mask.

This Nuo mask does not rely on immense strength; in fact, its speed is also an advantage.

hum...

Black smoke rose from the water, and a headless corpse, holding a long spear and with a broken horn at its waist, slowly emerged from the water and bowed to Quan Ming.

Quan Ming looked at the severed neck and coughed lightly.

He then threw out the snake-shaped Nuo mask, which landed on the neck of the headless corpse. In an instant, the power and fortune of the powerful figure, which was faintly floating in the black mist, gathered and wrapped around the Nuo mask, forming a helmet on the head of the headless corpse. The Nuo mask was placed in the center of the helmet, and a dark, blood-red light rippled around the eye sockets of the face.

Its two feet also transformed into jet-black snake tails!

Quan Ming said, "Afterwards, you will be the Nuo General, commanding the Yin soldiers and heroic spirits for me, and handling the sacrificial rites. In case of war, you can contact the head in the Heavenly Realm of Quan Ren Dao, exercise the power of the Heavenly Mandate for sacrifice, and have all your subordinates wear Nuo masks to fight for me."

"Click-clack..."

Nuo Jiang seemed to have gotten used to the mask, and he bowed again.

There's no need to say more about one's own corpse.

As long as the head is controlled and the remains are not allowed to merge with the head, the body can be completely controlled. Quan Ming can use this with confidence.

At this moment, the Nuo general was arranged, and Quan Ming dismissed him.

Turning his gaze towards the distant Song Kingdom, he saw that the Song Kingdom's Daotian had granted him permission to become the ancestral god of the Wu clan of the Shang people.

The Wu family are descendants of merchants and have the right to worship their ancestors on their own.

That's why he responded at this moment.

Through his connection with the Daotian of the Song Kingdom, which was the lingering influence of the Daoist Shang, his thoughts rode on a black bird and flew eastward.

Its speed is like that of sunlight.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself amidst the statues erected by the Wu clan of the Song state. My vision encompassed the scene within the dilapidated earthen temple, where dozens of men and women were performing a sacrifice, offering a sheep, five grains, and wine…

Not even a single sacrificial jade?

Look at these men and women, their clothes are simple and plain.

It is evident that the Wu clan, descendants of Wu Ding, held a mediocre position in the State of Song.

But it's not easy to have it passed down for so many years.

"Click-clack..."

A tortoise shell used for divination was burning in the fire pit.

The Shang people placed great importance on sacrifices, and divination was an indispensable part of these sacrifices. In fact, divination was also practiced among every merchant, even more frequently than sacrifices themselves.

As if sensing Quan Ming's divine sense, the Wu clan chief bowed slightly and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Our Wu clan and Quan are both descendants of Wu Ding, continuing to this day. We have heard of Quan's downfall and grieve for Quan... But our Wu clan is lowly in Song. Among the civil officials, only I hold the position of a lower-ranking official. Even if I knelt outside the palace for seven days, urging the Song ruler to attack Chu in the name of our shared ancestry in order to restore the state of Quan, or to relocate the people of Quan back to Song to recognize their ancestors... the Song ruler would not agree. Our Wu clan has no one among the military officials, no military power, and is powerless to do anything..."

"Fortunately, I recently heard that the young master of the Quan family has achieved immortality in the land of Chu."

"I am wise and discerning; I know perfectly well that the Immortal Quan serves Chu for the sake of power!"

"Now that the ruler of Quan has returned to Chu and has gained a position, I expect that he will continue to do so in the future, so I don't need to think about it anymore... But when I think of how Prince Quan was sacrificed as a human offering by the ruler of Quan, I am filled with grief. Therefore, I went to ask the ruler of Song to ask him to recognize that the Wu clan and the Quan clan are both descendants of Wu Ding and that their bloodline is unbroken. He asked that Prince Ming be introduced as the ancestral god of our Wu clan, and that the sacrifices be made from this generation without end."

"In this way, it can be considered that I and the Wu clan have given our due to our ancestor Wu Ding."

"We have not forgotten our bloodline!"

"..."

Her rambling words fully expressed the hardships Wu Shi endured as a descendant of Wu Ding.

At first, Quan Ming listened attentively, moved by the sincerity of the Wu clan patriarch in treating him, which was truly remarkable. He had said so much... Not to mention Quan Ming, even the descendants of the Wu clan themselves couldn't help but feel tired and distracted. But more than anything, they looked at each other with a sense of helplessness.

Even so, everyone still followed the clan leader in worshipping Quan Ming, without any resentment.

The ceremony is complete!

Quan Ming was using his divine sense to look at the tortoise shell in the fire. He saw that there were no requests for blessings or anything like that. Instead, it only asked whether Quan was safe and well in Chu.

Quan Ming's eyes warmed.

He then looked at the Wu clan members who were preparing to take out the tortoise shell, and waved his divine power.

This divine power came from the offerings provided by the Wu clan.

Because his true form resides in the Daotian realm of Chu, and because he is a deity of Chu, he cannot leave Chu without imperial decree; he can only travel to Song with a wisp of divine thought.

In the State of Song, he had no foundation. Even with the permission of the King of Song, the Dao Heaven of Song only conjured up a divine position for him that was not part of the Dao Heaven.

This divine position is fixed at the first level of the Dao Heaven realm.

No chance of promotion.

There is no divine right.

Its sole purpose was to protect the Wu clan and fulfill the duties of the ancestral gods through sacrifices.

And strength...

Because it was a matter of divine thought, there wasn't even a trace of Daoist charm.

He could only use the spirituality of the sacrificial offerings during the ritual to perform some minor spells. With the spirituality of that sheep and the grains, at most he could blow a gentle breeze, let down a few drops of rain, or carve a tortoise shell pattern to convey some information in the form of divination.

After thinking for a while, he made a divination sign that said "all is well" on the tortoise shell.

After interpreting the divination, the Wu clan chief smiled and repeatedly said, "Good...good...good..."

Upon hearing this, the Wu clan chief was satisfied. It meant that all his efforts for the Quan Kingdom during this period had been effective. At the very least, he had made contact with Quan Ming and learned about the situation of the Quan people.

With tears in his eyes, the old patriarch of the Wu clan bowed and said, "According to the clan genealogy, I am a grandson of Quan Xian... From today onwards, I shall join the ancestral rites in worshipping Quan Xian."

"..."

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Because I didn't read enough of it, there are no further recommendations for this book.

If I reach 100 real readers by the time I reach 200,000 words, the book will be published, and I will continue writing and persevere. If I don't meet the requirement, since "real readers" is the publishing metric for Qidian, I can't surpass it and will have to end the book.