Chapter 1159 Damn It!

That said, how could he not care at all in his heart.

He had always thought that he had no name. His biological father wanted him to die before he was born, so he didn't even have a name.

Mu Fangli asked him to change his surname, but he refused without hesitation. The reason was nothing more than that he thought that it would be just a change of name. He was still a poor man without a name even if he changed his surname to Mu. What difference would it make if he changed it or not? Besides, he would be very sorry for the Taoist priest who raised him since he was a child.

But what Yanling Emperor told him was different. No matter what happened in the past, Yuwen Tailuo was his biological father after all. His biological father told him in person that he had a name, Yuwen Xuanqi, and this name was taken together with his mother. No one knew what he felt in his heart.

The impatience on his face was actually a cover for his emotions. These days, he was thinking about this matter whenever he had free time. The entanglement of wanting to accept but not wanting to accept it deeply tortured him.

And now Yuwen Tailuo was going to announce it in public. He didn't know what others thought, but he was actually a little relieved in his heart.

At least this time he had to accept it and didn't have to make his own choice.

Yuwen Tailuo was in front, and he followed behind. The two of them slowly walked up to the central altar. In addition to them, there was also the chief priest Wen Lao on the altar. The eyes of the spectators were all focused on him in an instant.

At this moment, Li Chuyi had imagined it many times. He always thought that he could be indifferent. No matter how hard the wind and rain hit him, he would remain unmoved. But when he really stood here, he found that he was wrong.

Nervous.

It turned out that he would be nervous too.

Thinking back to the past, he was not nervous when facing the oppression of the hundreds of tribes in Mobei. Who would have thought that he would be nervous here now.

Is he old, or is the environment different?

After thinking about it carefully, Li Chuyi felt that the latter was more likely.

No matter how many people there are from the hundreds of tribes in Mobei, they only represent Mobei. It's different here. The densely packed heads under the altar are not comparable to the local snakes in Mobei. It is no exaggeration to say that the situation of the entire human world is in the hands of these people present. A small decision or even an inadvertent thought of each of them may cause a big change somewhere in the human world. If someone can kill them all in an instant, not only will Dayan be destroyed in an instant, but the entire human world will fall into unimaginable chaos.

What is power?

This is power.

A power that is completely different from one's own practice, which can often determine the life and death of others more than one's own power.

He once told Li Sinian about the heavenly path of practitioners. The original vows suddenly wavered at this moment. He found that the taste of power is really so wonderful and so tempting.

Only one thought can determine the life and death of others, and only one sentence can determine the safety of a land. This is completely different from showing off with a few lackeys walking around the streets.

That is just showing off.

And this is like a god.

He didn't hear what Mr. Wen was saying, nor did he hear what Yuwen Tailuo was announcing solemnly. It was not until he heard someone calling his new name in a trance and felt everyone's eyes burning on him that he suddenly woke up.

He looked around and subconsciously looked behind him. The little monkey at the altar behind him tried his best to make a sign to him, signaling him to come forward. He came back to his senses and turned his head to look at Yuwen Tailuo blankly.

Without any blame, Yuwen Tailuo smiled kindly like the sun and waved at him gently.

"Come here, my son."

He raised his foot to walk, but he found that his legs were a little weak. He only raised his heel and fell back to the same place.

[Shame! ]

Cursing himself in his heart, Li Chuyi squinted his eyes and took a breath. When he opened his eyes again, he was full of determination and confidence, and walked forward with a proud stride.

Behind him, the little monkey patted his chest with relief, and his sweaty face was full of relief and joy.

I have been following Li Chuyi for quite a while, but this is the first time I have seen this prince walk so straight, tall, and unrestrained. At that moment, he was really afraid that he would take that ridiculous big step, but now he is finally relieved.

Coming closer, Li Chuyi slowly knelt down under the gentle reminder of Wen Lao, and Yuwen Tailuo smiled and put a roll of imperial edict in his hand, and then put the crown of the prince on his head, and finally leaned over and patted his shoulder gently.

"Qi'er, from today on, you are the prince of my Dayan Dynasty, don't let me down!"

After saying that, he patted his shoulder hard again, nodded gently at Li Chuyi who looked up, and Yuwen Tailuo slowly stood up.

Looking at Yuwen Tailuo at this time, Li Chuyi felt indescribable in his heart.

Before coming here, he had said with a smile that the old emperor would pass the throne to him only if he was crazy, but now everything was going in the direction of that joke. Even though he was extremely reluctant, he was forced to take the position of the crown prince. Now he was only one step away from the throne of Dayan. He was second to none and could be called a man who could cover the sky with one hand.

But he always felt it was so unreal. Was the old emperor really crazy, or was it his fate as the old emperor said?

It was his destiny that he should be called the emperor and his ancestor. It was his destiny that led him to his current position, even if the whole process seemed so ridiculous to him. But no matter how ridiculous or unreal it is, things have already happened. He has really become the Prince of Dayan. He is really no longer the poor little Taoist priest who walks around the streets selling plasters. This is not a dream.

"Congratulations to the emperor! Congratulations to the prince! Long live my emperor! Long live the prince! Thousand years old, thousand years old!"

There were neat congratulatory sounds in my ears. I turned around and saw that the ground was already full of people kneeling.

Looking blankly, Li Chuyi didn't know how to deal with himself for a moment.

In the past, every time he faced so many people, he usually stood on the opposite side of them, but it was different today. He stood with them, and they expressed their surrender to him.

"Get up, my prince!"

He looked up blankly at Yuwen Tailuo, who had a proud smile unique to the superior, raised his hand and pointed in front of him.

"Stand up and take a good look! Look at your subjects, look at your country, and look at everything you will inherit!"

Slowly standing up, Li Chuyi turned his head and looked around. The original ornately carved walls had disappeared, and were replaced by large phantoms. Each phantom had scenes of countless people kneeling down, roughly counting over a hundred, and several of the phantoms looked particularly familiar to him.

"This is..."

"My kingdom!"

Yuwen Tailuo was very high-spirited. After speaking, he smiled slightly and added: "It is also your country."

After swallowing his saliva, Li Chuyi remained speechless.

No wonder those illusions are so familiar. All the major cities in the fifteen counties of Dayan are here, and there are thousands of other minor ones. It must be the same as the ones in front of them at this time. Everyone is kneeling on the ground. .

Even though he was determined, he couldn't help but get excited at this moment, and his body couldn't help trembling slightly.

This doesn't mean that he wants to do something or is ecstatic to get something. This is just his instinctive reaction to this situation. It would be the same for anyone else, and it would even be worse than him.

Looking at those familiar cities, Li Chuyi suddenly came up with an absurd idea. If they had known that this was the case today, would the rich families and officials who had given him and the Taoist priests the cold shoulder still treat them that way?

And those restaurants where they had Overlord Meals. If they knew what they were doing now, would those shopkeepers and bosses still let him and the Taoist priests wash dishes and pay off their debts?

Could they have thought that the poor boy who was very good at eating back then would transform into the prince of Dayan and become their god today?

"Your Majesty, how do you feel?" Yuwen Tailuo asked softly.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chuyi sincerely praised: "His!"

Apart from these three words, he really couldn't think of any other words that could perfectly express his mood at the moment.

Yuwen Tailuo didn't pay attention, but nodded understandingly, and then exchanged a glance with Mr. Wen slightly. Mr. Wen gently blinked his eyes and responded with something, but the excited Li Chuyi did not see this.

At the same time, Dayan Imperial Capital Xianlin Guild Hall.

Following Xiao Erhei in a hurry, Diemeng rushed into the guild hall door and went straight to the room where Hai Wufeng was.

Xiao Erhei had already explained the whole situation on the way, so Diemeng had no nonsense when he came in. He signaled Li Sinian to stop temporarily. He flapped his wings gently and floated in front of Hai Wufeng. He rubbed his hands together and created a ball of phantom light. The center of Hai Wufeng's eyebrows.

Hai Wufeng woke up immediately. After being in a daze for a while, he was about to struggle, but he was attracted by Diemeng's wings blooming with divine light, and he couldn't help but calm down.

The wings flapped, and a wisp of fluorescent pink mist fell down and submerged into Hai Wufeng's breath. Hai Wufeng's eyes instantly became distracted. Taking this opportunity, Diemeng's consciousness suddenly broke into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The room was quiet, no one spoke. After about a stick of incense, Diemeng suddenly drew back his hand and frowned on his pretty face.

Xiao Erhei opened his mouth to ask but was held down by Li Sinian. The latter looked at Diemeng quietly and waited for her to speak.

"Some trouble."

After a long time, Diemeng said softly.

"What's the trouble? Is his sea of ​​consciousness damaged?" Li Sinian was suspicious. He had just checked several times and found no damage to Hai Wufeng's sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at Hai Wufeng, Diemeng said softly: "His consciousness sea is not injured. The trouble I am talking about is his soul, or his mental power. There is a seal deep in his consciousness sea near the soul. More than 70% of his mental power and nearly half of his soul are sealed inside. Because the soul is involved, I dare not act rashly, otherwise he will not be injured simply by accident, and his soul may be scattered. "

"The Supervision Department is really vicious! We have already agreed to let him go and they are still doing this. It is not obvious that they are going to drive Xiao Chu Yi crazy!" Li Chu Yi scolded angrily, and Xiao Er Hei also had a look on his face. gloomy.

Diemeng waved his hand and said, "Don't get excited yet. According to my observation, the seal was not made by an outsider, but by himself."

Xiao Erhei and Xiao Erhei were stunned at the same time. Li Sinian's eyes flashed and he frowned: "You mean..."

Diemeng nodded: "I think he had something that he didn't want the people from the Supervision Department to discover, and he was afraid of being forcibly searched for his soul, so he sealed his memory together with his soul, and most of his mental power was lost to him. It has become a shell like the Thousand Machine Lock. Unless he knows how to crack it, one mistake will destroy the entire seal. After his soul is gone, his body will be an empty shell, no different from death! "

Recalling the previous situation, Li Sinian suddenly realized.

No wonder Hai Wufeng kept saying that he had something important to tell him, but then he said that he had forgotten it, and the more he recalled it, the crazier he got. So this is the crux of the problem.

The crux was found, but the problem became even more difficult.

Self-sealing, and dragging half of the soul, this kind of seal can only be solved by the sealer himself. If there are outsiders who are proficient in this way and have a much higher level of Taoism than him, they may be able to do it, but such people are obviously not in this room, and even if you search the world, you may not be able to find a few.

Holding the hope of just in case, Li Sinian asked: "Can you do it?"

Die Meng shook her head: "I am less than 10% sure, and even if I can solve it, it will definitely hurt his soul."

Li Sinian was silent.