Мосян Тунсю (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu)Prologue:
Heaven Official’s Blessing
AMONG ALL THE DEITIES of heaven, there was one famous laughingstock of the three realms.
Legend has it that eight hundred years ago, there was an ancient kingdom in the central plains called the Kingdom of Xianle.
The Kingdom of Xianle was a vast and bountiful land. There were four treasures within it: abundant and handsome beauties, vibrant music and marvelous literature, gold and gems, and their one infamous crown prince.
What would be the best way to describe this crown prince? Well, he was a unique man.
He was beloved by the king and the queen, and they doted upon him exorbitantly. They would often say with pride, “My son will become a great ruler in the future, and his good name will echo down through history!”
However, the crown prince was not interested in imperial power or wealth in the mortal world at all.
What he was interested in, in his own words, was:
“I want to save the common people!”
When he was young, the crown prince focused solely on his cultivation, and there were two short tales that were widely spread of his time on that path.
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The first tale took place when he was seventeen years old.
That year, a grand Shangyuan Heavenly Ceremonial Procession took place in the Kingdom of Xianle.
Although the custom of conducting these divine ceremonies has been out of fashion for centuries, it is still possible to deduce what a grand, jubilant occasion it must have been from remnants of ancient books and oral tradition.
The wondrous Shangyuan Festival, upon the Grand Avenue of Divine Might.
Seas of people gathered on either side of the grand street, with royals and nobles talking and laughing in merriment atop the high platforms. The glorious royal warriors bedecked in armor opened the paths, while maidens danced elegantly, their fair hands scattering flowers—and who could say whether the flowers or the maidens were more beautiful? From within the golden carriage came marvelous music that drifted across the entire imperial city. And at the rear of the procession was a grand stage pulled by sixteen white horses in golden bridles.
Upon this towering grand stage stood the God-Pleasing Warrior, the focus of everyone’s attention.
At the Heavenly Ceremonial Procession, the God-Pleasing Warrior wore a golden mask. Dressed in glamorous attire and with a sacred sword in hand, he played the role of the subduer of evil, the number one martial god for the past thousand years: the Heavenly Emperor, Jun Wu.