I am a priest in North America, but the god is myself

Chapter 250 Millions of Years Ago in the Long River of Time
Daji's body stiffened. She still remembered the voice behind her even after tens of millions of years.

Unforgettable!

Daji lunged forward suddenly, then turned around as fast as she could, finally getting rid of the two hands on her shoulders.

When I looked back, the surrounding environment disappeared in an instant and the world became a different place.

And it is a silent world.

Only the sound of her footsteps as she turned around was heard, and the slight rustling sound seemed to be the inadvertent whisper of fate, leading her through thousands of years of dust. Suddenly, when she looked up, she found that the scene in front of her was heart-pounding and seemed as if she were from another world - she was standing on the top of a towering ancient building.

Daji is very familiar with this tall building. It can be said that she is very familiar with it. Isn’t this... the Zhaixing Tower in Chaoge?

The Star-Picking Tower, the tallest building in the world, was built by the king at the expense of the people's blood and sweat under his own slander. It reaches the sky and people standing on it have the illusion that they can touch the stars.

The building is magnificent with carved beams and painted rafters, and every brick and tile tells of the king's love for her.

However, this once glorious building was reduced to ashes by a raging fire during the doomed Battle of the Gods.

Even the last king of the human race was swallowed up by the long river of history, and only the power of the emperor remained in the world.

But at this moment, the Zhaixing Tower, which should have been burned down over the years, miraculously reappeared in front of Daji, intact.

It seems as if time has stopped here, or as if time has returned to tens of millions of years ago.

Daji slowly lowered her head and looked down through the clouds.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and she finally saw that person. At that time, he was still a human being!
A figure she would never forget and hate to the core - Yang Jian, the future God of War in Heaven.

If it weren't for him, even if Bi Gan had a very smart mind, he wouldn't be able to capture his own people.

If it weren't for him, his own people wouldn't have been able to collect the fur from the fur coats and make them into cloaks to wear.

This hatred is unbearable!
Bigan is dead, his heart dug out!

But the man in front of him actually became a deity in the flesh and became the God of War in Heaven!

She had hated him for thousands of years, but finally, when she saw him again, Daji had thousands of words in her heart, but she spoke in a short sentence: "Yang Jian, after so many years, you are still so majestic!"

The Erlang Zhenjun of Qingyuan Miaodao below is wearing the dazzling golden fish-scale beast armor that he wore during the Battle of the Gods. The hidden runes on each scale of the armor make people feel domineering and indestructible.

With that familiar three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, I wonder how many gods and demons he has killed!

Hearing Daji's voice, Yang Jian raised his head.

He looked up coldly from the bottom of the Zhaixing Building, and the people upstairs and downstairs exchanged glances.

There was no other meaning in this glance. It was as if two old friends who had known each other for tens of millions of years returned to this familiar place and greeted each other.

It seems so.

But Daji saw that the vertical eye between Yang Jian's brows had opened. She knew that this was the divine eye of Erlang Zhenjun, the Qingyuan Miaodao, which could see through all the vanity and disguise in the world and look directly into the darkness in the deepest part of people's hearts. It was not just the eyes that saw through vanity.

During the Battle of the Gods, countless gods and demons died under the eyes of this god.

Neither of them took action.

Even though Daji hated Yang Jian to the extreme, she did not take action immediately.

Because this place is too weird.

The Zhaixing Tower had already burned down, and Chaoge had disappeared in the long years, but the Zhaixing Tower was clearly under his feet.

There was no one behind Yang Jian, and what Daji saw was just a solemn and tragic scene.

It was like the scene after the Battle of Chaoge. Although the fighting had ended, the air was still filled with the strong smell of blood, and the broken walls and ruins told of the cruelty of the war. Looking further away, although there were no living people, there were corpses everywhere.

There were soldiers from Chaoge, soldiers from Xiqi, and of course people from Chaoge, but they all died here.

The only two living things in this world are himself on the Star-Picking Tower and Yang Jian below.

This doesn't seem to be very accurate.

Although Daji did not have divine eyes and the accumulation of millions of years of power of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox was not on her at the moment, she could still see the existence of people around her besides herself and Yang Jian.

All around were the spirits of heroes who died on the battlefield, their souls wandering in the void, some angry, some unwilling.

Daji didn't know why she went back tens of millions of years ago and experienced the defeat of the Shang Dynasty again, and she didn't know where the king had gone.

Looking around, he saw that apart from the corpses strewn all over the world behind Yang Jian, the only two living people left were him and himself. Suddenly, he no longer had the urge to seek revenge.

"Demon Fox, the Shang Dynasty has perished, Emperor Xin has cut himself off from the palace, and the human king's luck can no longer protect you!

You are at the end of your rope, why don't you surrender and avoid the pain of the flesh!"

Daji's sigh-like inquiry just now did not receive a response. Instead, after hearing this, Yang Jian righteously followed the trend and persuaded them to surrender.

When she heard the advice to surrender, she had a guess or understanding.

He might be the Daji who took over another person's body and sneaked into the small world tens of millions of years later, but the Yang Jian in front of him was the Yang Jian from the battle of Xiqi against Shang Chaoge tens of millions of years ago.

But it doesn’t seem right!
Could it be that I suddenly stepped into the long river of time and went back tens of millions of years?
After returning to Chaoge, it was captured.

The king burned himself to death in the Star-Picking Tower...

Wait, this is what's wrong. Daji suddenly caught a flash of inspiration in her mind. Yang Jian just said that the king can make his own decision in the palace?

But in the Battle of Chaoge that he had experienced tens of millions of years ago, the king clearly burned himself to death in the Zhaixing Tower, and he was captured in the royal city at the moment Chaoge City was broken.

The incident of being chased to the Zhaixing Tower by Yang Jian did not happen.

So this can't be true?

This is an illusion. It doesn't match what I know at all.

However, the awe-inspiring divine power emanating from the person in front of him, who would become Erlang Zhenjun of Qingyuan Miaodao in the future, made him, who was merely occupying the body of a woman from a small world, feel like he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Moreover, she felt deadly danger!
This is real!

Yang Jian is real, and Chaoge is also real.

The Star-Picking Tower is real, and the battlefield is real too.

This world is real, and I, the Daji who took over the body of a woman from the small world, am also real.

However, after he took over the body of this woman named Asakusa Yumiko, he did not gain much mortal blood and energy.

In that island country where we live in peace, we are so suppressed by the power of heaven and earth that we dare not act arbitrarily.

Otherwise, you might really die from guns, missiles, or even nuclear bombs.

Therefore, she was eager to go to the known place where the myth was revived, the American continent.

But I didn't expect that I had just got off the plane, had just started to eat some meat and blood, and before I had time to digest it, I somehow stepped into the long river of time and went back tens of millions of years.

The battle of the gods is over, and Yang Jian, who is about to be deified in the flesh, is eyeing him covetously, wanting to capture his evil concubine who has brought chaos to the world.

Daji didn't have time to lament her bad luck. She was just thinking about how to resolve the deadlock.
(End of this chapter)