I would rather betray the gods

The audience below the stage was filled with amazement.

Yuzu knew that there must be someone hidden in the crowd who would guide the next stage of the 'Holy King'.

They couldn't find a prophet before because the time wasn't right and the secrets of heaven were obscured.

For example, when he first got into Green Pepper's car, he saw that the name on the green register wasn't Green Pepper but his ex-wife's. That became a deceptive omen; the car was his, yet not his. So how could he possibly find him by trying to find him through the prophecy "From now on, a white ox will ride in the human world"?

Furthermore, Qingyuan could pick up the [Unmarked Heavenly Book], which was clearly confused by the 'bloodline scent'. If Qinghe had been asked to pick it up at that time, she probably could have done so as well.

The reason why Green Pepper couldn't lift it that day was because the smell of chicken blood on his hands was obscured by the fact that he had killed the chicken with his bare hands, so the [Unmarked Heavenly Book] couldn't recognize him. So at first, Yu Zi was secretly annoyed, but after hearing about the chicken killing, she understood and smiled again.

This further proves that Heaven's protective measures are not limited to the "mysterious" but encompass all aspects.

In general, Heaven has left the prophet to roam freely, protecting him but not watching over him.

How could ordinary people discover his extraordinary qualities when he is an "ordinary person" whom even God doesn't give a second glance?

How can a prophet believe he has a special destiny when he is just an "ordinary person" whom even God doesn't give a second glance?

This is the wonder of the secret of heaven: when the time is not right, the outside world will not discover the prophet, nor will the prophet be "spoiled".

Imagine if a person knew from birth that they had a mission unlike any other, what would they be struggling for in the ordinary world? They could just lie back and wait for the right opportunity, and how would they get tempered?

Only by being forced by fate to hone one's will, falling down again and again and getting up each time, enduring all the hardships of the world, and comprehending the true meaning of life, can one become qualified and the right opportunity will naturally arise!

Just as a fine sword is forged through tempering and plum blossoms bloom in bitter cold!

The time is ripe; letting some people in the audience discover the green peppers is the opportunity, a turning point.

Those who are hiding will decide for themselves who is genuine and who is fake.

Whoever recognizes God as the opportunity of this world should not participate further.

Having achieved his goal, he decisively wrapped things up.

While everyone was still debating whether stepping on the Seven Stars or treading on the universe was more impressive, he spoke his thoughts into the microphone:

A true "saint" is just an ordinary person with ordinary bones and ordinary heart. They absolutely do not have any special abilities as rumored in the public, at least not until they are recognized by everyone.

To use an analogy, imagine the end of the world is coming, and humanity is pushed to the edge of a cliff by disaster. Only by crossing the cliff and reaching the other side can we escape and ascend to heaven.

What if that person then easily flew over and then turned around to encourage everyone to jump over bravely?

The answer is obvious: who the hell believes him? Do you think he can sprout wings just because of a word of encouragement from him? Of course not.

It must have been that person who set an example by bravely crossing the cliff as an ordinary human being, that could truly inspire and motivate everyone and lead the survivors to safety!

So now everyone doesn't need to worry about who the real person is. Just open your eyes and see who does things that convince everyone. That person is the one.

After saying this, Youzi pointed at two people in the audience who seemed to have superpowers and said disdainfully, "Those two conspicuous ones, stand properly. Ever since you finished speaking on the Dragon Platform, you've been sitting over there with golden light shining from the other end. This is a selection of saints, not Buddhas. You are not."

Yes, stop sitting cross-legged. The true "Holy King" is a mortal with mortal bones and mortal heart.

People echoed in unison.

Yuzu's explanation clearly changed some of the people's opinions and brought the situation back on track.

Do not!

Just when people thought they could leave with a somewhat satisfactory answer, the host, a man in sunglasses, returned to the podium.

"Just as this gentleman said, even though the 'Holy King' is a mortal with mortal bones and a mortal heart, he is still the Lord of Ten Thousand Stars in the prophecy. Even in his reincarnation, he is secretly protected by the gods in heaven, and can be summoned to appear at crucial moments!"

After saying that, the man in sunglasses waved the microphone in his hand at Youzi, reminding her not to forget that this was his home turf.

"How unusual! What kind of nouveau riche would drive a sports car just to take a stroll in their backyard?"

The pomelo is cleverly used as a metaphor.

This drew a burst of laughter from the audience.

"If you don't believe me, let the candidates try it!"

The man in sunglasses spoke in a neutral tone.

But Yuzi noticed his slight glance at Li Datou.

As expected, people with certain backgrounds like to collude, Yuzu sneered.

"I'll give it a try."

Li Datou feigned a last-minute response, found an open space, looked up and shouted, "Where are the heavenly soldiers and generals? Show yourselves quickly!"

There was no response for a long time.

I tried again, but it still didn't work.

He was embarrassed and tried his best to act as if he had just tried and failed, glancing furtively at the man in sunglasses.

The man in sunglasses glanced at the sky, then looked towards Old Zhang and asked again, "Who wants to try again?"

Zhang, whose work focuses on alien technology, didn't want to be associated with that kind of image, so he deliberately turned his back and didn't respond.

"Click, click"

The speaker crackled with static; it was the man in sunglasses who, in a fit of rage, gripped the microphone tightly.

"Don't bother, your men are being held up outside Blue Fat Planet by a friend of mine."

Yuzu was more perceptive than him; she turned off her microphone before speaking.

Then, Yuzu decided to bring this to a peaceful end.

His mind raced, and he suddenly came up with an idea: "Brother Jiao, unfold the scroll in your hand and let everyone see it."

Green Pepper followed the instructions, and with the help of the camera, the inner pages of the scroll were clearly visible on the screen—empty white paper.

and then?

The crowd was puzzled.

Then, Yuzu had Green Pepper place the scroll on the dragon platform, saying, "The global climate is strange now, and a great disaster will come sooner or later. At that time, the true prophet will appear here, pick up this heavenly book, write the heavenly chapters, and lead the world out of suffering. When the book is completed, the holy king will move."

There is a prophecy that says "When the book is completed, the holy king will move," but isn't that too mysterious?

Those who did not see the heavenly soldiers and generals appear naturally had deep doubts about Youzi's statement; they knew how to learn from their mistakes.

"We'll just have to wait and see. Anyway, if the person in the prophecy doesn't do anything truly meaningful, no one can be sure who that person really is."

Yuzu also knew that people could be incredibly foolish or incredibly shrewd when they wanted to be. She could just make up some excuse to get away with it. After all, the [Unmarked Heavenly Book] was a magical artifact, so it couldn't be lost or damaged.

By treating everyone equally, and waiting until all the others had ascended the dragon platform, the event came to a close.

It's a perfect result.

But it's by no means a perfect solution for the organizers.

After the last group of people left, the man in sunglasses glared angrily at the dragon platform, then suddenly slipped up and went up there.

On the dragon platform, he slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing peculiar vertical black pupils, in which the [Unmarked Heavenly Book] was firmly reflected.

The first time, he felt that trying to lift the Heavenly Book was like trying to lift the entire Blue Fat Star; he simply couldn't lift it.

Then, when he focused his energy and tried again, lightning crackled between his palm and the Heavenly Book, as if they were locked in some kind of struggle.

He managed to pick it up this time, but it was quite difficult; his wrists trembled.

"nice one."

He was delighted to find that Yuzu and his gang had left the real thing here.

"Of course it's a good thing, otherwise why would the God King Pisces order us local gods to secretly guard this item?"

A voice came from behind him.

"who!"

He suddenly turned around to look.

The newcomer was Xu Xiangsheng, a sword slung across his back, holding a Taoist hand gesture. "Although we are not gods of the same divine realm, a god of your stature, should I worship you or not, Chu Shi Xiang?"

Originally, the man in sunglasses was the Aries sign in disguise.

It's definitely dry humor, like a local tyrant asking a high-ranking official from another country if he should stand at ease and call him "Sir".

cut!

At first, Xiang didn't have the leisure to follow the humor, but since the "illegal entry" had been discovered, he decided to go all the way.

Opening Technique | Immortal Arts - Sumeru Illusion |!

In an instant, the world turned, and Xu Xiangsheng was brought into the Sumeru Realm.

Inside, lush green grass swayed gently in the mist, and in the distance stood a towering, majestic tree.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! I am utterly humbled by such magic!"

Coincidentally, Xu Xiangsheng used a similar technique.

With just one glance, he recognized the exquisite nature of the technique and praised it repeatedly.