The Domain of God

The Holy City was empty, at least until the pilgrims arrived.

The city was huge, and could hold ten million people without a problem. There were no original inhabitants here, only a place of faith, a place where the most holy people would appear during the pilgrimage period. Before this day arrived, countless people would come from far away.

Some wanted to obtain blessings, some wanted to cure illnesses, and some just wanted to see the holy face.

As for the existence of a saint, it was impossible to figure out. The only thing he knew was that a saint had existed for a very, very long time. It was so long that it had almost reached the origin of history. It was the ultimate saint who ended all strife, ended all evil, and allowed the world to be incomparably peaceful.

The entire world had an incomparable belief in the supreme saint, because as long as the supreme saint was present, there was no evil that could erode this world.

Today, the Sacred City was bustling with noise and excitement.

At the center of the holy city, there was a tall platform that was at least a hundred meters tall.

"Look, look!"

Wu Yu shouted excitedly: "That is the divine altar where the holiness descended."

Luo Song and the rest found it hard to suppress their excitement, "That's right, we've finally seen the divine platform. It's really hard to imagine the scene where the holy being is standing on top of it."

Luo Xianer was both nervous and happy as she said, "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow."

Tomorrow was the time of the pilgrimage!

"Divine Altar?"

Wu Feng muttered to himself. He felt that there seemed to be another word in his mind, but that word had quickly disappeared without a trace. Just like how he recalled the names of these people, as long as he could sense them, these words would become foreign and leave him.

Countless people were discussing the situation, and the noise continued to crawl into Wu Feng's ears, giving him a splitting headache.

Luo Xianer was the first to notice that something was amiss with Wu Feng and she couldn't help but ask, "Lu Ren, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable again? "

Wu Feng clenched his teeth, and only shook his head when he heard them. He could not disturb the interest of these people.

'Wu Feng' hurriedly said, "Then let's find a place to stay first. After we've arranged for Lu Ren to stay, it wouldn't be too late for us to come out and check on him."

The others didn't have any objections towards this either.

All the houses in the Holy City have no home to return to. As long as you find an empty house, you can stay there. The rule was that they couldn't fight over it. They couldn't cause any trouble just because of something like this.

Everyone's luck was pretty good. After searching for two streets, they found an empty house. Wu Song carried Wu Feng into the room and took out some clothes from his bag to make himself comfortable on the bed. If you continue to persevere, the holy land will descend tomorrow. It will definitely be fine. "

Wu Feng forced himself to nod his head, "You guys go ahead and play, it's not easy coming here, I'll be fine after a while."

The group of people warned again. They were careless and told Wu Feng not to run around, they would be back very soon.

After everyone had left, Wu Feng could not help but frown, his heart becoming more and more uneasy, towards the pilgrimage, he did not have any feelings, and did not look forward to it.

Wu Feng turned his head to size up the room, and in the end, his gaze landed on a teapot on the table.

Wu Feng took a deep breath and sat up with difficulty. He staggered to the table and sat down. What's going on with me? This is definitely not amnesia, right? "

"Am I dreaming? A dream I don't even know about? "

Wu Feng's mind raced, he extended his hand to grab the teapot, and threw it onto the ground.

"Pah!"

The teapot shattered into pieces, and Wu Feng picked up a piece of the table with his hands.

"If it's a dream …"

"Will there be any pain?"

Wu Feng muttered to himself. Without any hesitation, he grabbed onto the piece of debris and slid on his arm.

"Hiss!"

Wu Feng inhaled a breath of cold air, it was extremely painful, the wound on his arm could clearly be seen, scarlet blood continued to seep out. Fortunately, he didn't have much strength and only had a layer of skin broken.

"It's not a dream."

Wu Feng threw away the pieces of the teapot, and looked through the window to see the bustling crowd outside. Those people had their own emotions.

No one paid attention to him, Wu Feng, as if he himself didn't even exist.

Wu Feng suddenly had a feeling that he was an outsider that was not recognized by this world. He couldn't remember anything. Even his name had been given to him by someone else.

Family, friends

A person whose name didn't even exist, did this person still exist?

Wu Feng was even more at a loss. The noises that entered his ears were getting further and further away, until they gradually turned blurry …

When Wu Feng regained consciousness again, he was already lying on the bed. 'Wu Feng' and the others were all around the bed, cleaning up the residue on the ground.

"You're finally awake."

'Wu Feng' let out a sigh of relief, "You're too careless. How did you even scratch yourself?"

Although there was a reprimanding tone in his voice, it was filled with concern.

Wu Feng was stunned, only after a long while did he come back to his senses, "I'm sorry, I was a little thirsty back then."

Wu Yu patted his chest and said, "You really scared us to death. When we came back, we saw you on the ground, even your breath was almost gone. "Seriously, truly terrifying."

Wu Feng said apologetically: "I'm sorry."

Luo Song immediately said: "Alright, stop talking, hurry up and go out, it's almost noon, the great saint is coming."

Pilgrimage?

Wu Feng's mind trembled, had he slept for an entire day and night for no apparent reason?

After that, Wu Yue carried Wu Feng and rushed out.

When they left, the divine altar was already surrounded by a sea of people, so crowded that not even a drop of water could leak out. Everyone's mood was incomparably high as they looked up, anticipating the arrival of the Sage.

"This way."

Wu Song suggested, "It's really impossible."

At this moment, there were people everywhere on the streets and on the roofs.

Wu Yue put Wu Feng down and asked with concern: "Can you stand?"

Wu Feng nodded, "I can."

Seven people were gathered together. Fortunately, the divine altar was very high; they could all see it.

Wu Feng raised his head, the sunlight was incredibly glaring, and it gave him a headache.

After a while, the light of the scorching sun suddenly became more intense, as if it was only shining on Holy City.

In the sunlight, a figure appeared out of nowhere and slowly landed on the divine altar.

For a moment, the entire city was silent.

When that person landed on the divine altar, all the people kneeled on the ground and shouted in unison, "We pay our respects to the Most Holy Emperor."

Wu Feng's legs went soft as he knelt down while holding onto the wall. It was because his body was too weak and he couldn't stand for a long time.

"All of you, get up. I've told you before, there's no need for such formalities."

A gentle voice sounded from the divine altar, filled with benevolence and love.

The moment he finished speaking, Wu Feng felt as if a wave of energy had helped him stand up. It wasn't just him, everyone else felt the same.

Wu Feng squinted his eyes, and quietly looked at the stage.

It was a woman. She had a gentle appearance, and an extraordinary appearance. However, her appearance was so beautiful that one would not be able to see her true appearance. She wore a phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes.

Wu Feng's heart began to tighten, and he subconsciously felt that this person was extremely terrifying.

She was strong, strong to the point where he, Wu Feng, had no way to resist her.

However, she had also given Wu Feng a sense of danger. She was clearly a benevolent and gentle person, but she had made Wu Feng feel this way.

"Poor people, may you stay away from sickness."

A look of grief appeared on his face, and he waved his hand, causing a red glow to sweep across the entire Holy City.

Wu Feng's body stiffened, he could clearly feel that his body's weakness had disappeared in an instant. Not only that, it was even more vigorous than before.

This feeling was as if he'd received a new life.

Wu Feng found it hard to suppress the joy in his heart as well.

The moment the red light faded away, there were strands of red light shooting up from every corner of the Holy City.

"Elder Sister Xian'er!"

Wu Yu shouted excitedly.

Wu Feng turned his head over. He saw red rays of light coiling around Luo Xianer's body, baptizing her in them like flames.

She had received the blessings of the most holy, and that power would change all of her state, and even her future fate!

Luo Xianer's eyes were filled with surprise and joy, this was what she dreamed of!

Wu Song and the rest suppressed the ecstasy filling their hearts, this was a holy city, no matter how happy they were, they could not display it too much.

Wu Feng could feel it, he could feel that Luo Xianer was getting stronger and stronger, and was already completely different from the rest of them.

"I hope you can help more people."

Once again, the Holiness spoke out, and with a wave of his hand, over a hundred books fell to the ground. Naturally, Luo Xianer had one as well.

That is …

Cultivation technique!

Wu Feng was uncontrollably happy for Luo Xianer, this was a good thing, the long trek here was not in vain.

Suddenly, Wu Feng quickly turned his head to look at the divine platform.

There was a faint smile on his face as he looked at Wu Feng. Seeing Wu Feng's expression, his lips curled up into a thought-provoking smile.

Wu Feng subconsciously rushed forward. He wanted to ask, who exactly is he!

However, there were simply too many people ahead. With his current situation, it was impossible for him to get past them.

The most sacred place once again rose into the air, and millions of people once again knelt down to offer their greetings.

The pilgrimage had arrived in less than half an hour!

Wu Feng pursed his lips and watched the Zhi Sheng disappear into the sky.

"Lu Ren, we have to go back too."

Wu Song shouted, "Stop blanking out."

Wu Feng had no choice but to walk back as the entire Holy City started to flood in all directions.

'Wu Feng' laughed out loud, "Lu Ren, is it worth it? I already said it, the Most Holy One will definitely be able to cure you. "

Wu Yu laughed: "Oh yeah, do you remember your name?"

Wu Feng was startled, and asked puzzledly: "Aren't I called Lu Ren?"

Hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded. Just what was going on with this guy's consciousness?

Luo Song scratched his head and continued, "You guys are really asking random questions, isn't his name Lu Ren right?"

The others immediately understood. Since they couldn't remember anything, they might as well not think about it anymore. As for the name, they had it now anyway.

Wu Yue laughed mischievously: "Since Xian'er is blessed, why don't we go back and sit with our City Lord? "Oh yeah, tell me if you want to celebrate after we go back."

Wu Song said in a clear voice, "Do you still need to say that? Right, Lu Ren, since you have nowhere else to go, why don't you come with us? "

Wu Feng nodded: "If you do not mind the trouble."

'Wu Feng' laughed: "What trouble? When we return, this place will be very big, and not just you."

Wu Feng laughed: "Alright then, then I will be troubling you. Oh yeah, did you guys say that Miss Luo Xianer wants to become the City Lord when she goes back? When that happens, you'll need to be given a position of one and a half officials. "

Luo Xianer chuckled: "Of course you can, but we still need to see if you have the ability or not."