An Act of Great Treason

In Dongsheng Shenzhou, there was a dynasty called the Great Tang.

South of the Great Tang, there was a city built against a mountain, named Qingshan.

Just today, a figure descended from the sky outside Qingshan City.

If mortals were to see it, they would surely mistake it for a divine miracle, prostrate themselves in worship, and call it an Immortal's descent!

Upon closer inspection, the Immortal was actually a woman, accompanied by a young boy behind her.

This woman's beauty was unparalleled, her skin like snow, her aura transcendent. As she walked in the mortal world, she seemed not to belong to this realm.

And the boy was also extraordinary, with delicate features. Though a male, he resembled a young girl.

The two walked slowly, entering Qingshan City.

And the woman's identity was even more extraordinary!

She was the creator of the ancient Human Race, one of the Six Sages of the Primordial World, Empress Nuwa, who presided over Wa Huang Palace!

However, after the Battle of the Gods, the Primordial World had nearly shattered. It was only thanks to Dao Ancestor Hongjun's intervention that the foundations of heaven and earth were stabilized.

Because of this, Hongjun had issued a decree: after the Battle of the Gods, unless a great catastrophe befell heaven and earth, Sages were forbidden from descending to the mortal realm without authorization!

Now, Nuwa had quietly left Wa Huang Palace and appeared in the human world.

The Caiyun Boy beside her looked anxious. He glanced at Nuwa and couldn't help but say, "Empress, shouldn't we hurry? Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll miss the most exciting part."

Nuwa frowned slightly upon hearing this. Looking at Caiyun Boy's expression, she couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.

She then asked, "What is it that makes you so anxious?"

Caiyun Boy's face immediately lit up with a smile upon hearing her question.

It turned out that due to Hongjun's decree, Nuwa had resided in Wa Huang Palace for a long time, and had not set foot in the human world for years.

Caiyun Boy, however, had secretly descended to the mortal realm once while Nuwa was in seclusion meditating. Since then, he had become extremely interested in worldly affairs.

At this moment, he said with unbridled joy, "Empress, there's a storyteller in Qingshan City who tells incredibly exciting tales!"

"Storytelling?" Nuwa seemed a little confused.

Caiyun Boy nodded and explained, "It's about collecting strange tales from various places, myths, legends, martial arts secrets, and even ancient texts and anecdotes, and then telling them to people. That's storytelling."

Nuwa nodded slightly after listening. Looking at the gleeful Caiyun Boy, she felt a hint of helplessness.

She knew that she had always indulged this boy too much, giving him opportunities to take advantage and sneak down to the mortal world once, which had led to him becoming like this.

At the same time, she also felt a bit curious—what kind of ability did that storyteller possess to attract Caiyun Boy so much?

After all, Caiyun Boy was formed from the clouds between heaven and earth. What in the world had he not heard of?

The more she pondered, the more curious Nuwa became. Who was this storyteller?

As for the stories he told, she was not very interested.

In her opinion, who in the world could experience anything more magnificent than what she had personally gone through?

Were the events she personally experienced back then not more captivating than listening to others tell stories?

Nuwa sighed softly and murmured to herself, "Fine, let's consider it an outing. I've lived in Wa Huang Palace for many years. Going out for a walk occasionally might not stir up any karma."

She shook her head gently, and soon, led by Caiyun Boy, they arrived at an inn in Qingshan City.

As soon as Caiyun Boy stepped into the inn, he quickly grabbed a passerby and asked, "Has it started yet?"

The person, being grabbed, smiled and replied, "You're here to listen to stories, right? Soon, soon. Look, everyone is arriving."

Caiyun Boy nodded in agreement and then led Nuwa into the inn.

"Yo, Old Zhang, you're here early today!"

"The storytelling is about to start, so I need to get a good seat early."

"Old Li! Didn't your wife drag you back yesterday? You dare to come today?"

"Heh heh, she went back to her parents' home today, so I can finally have some peace."

"Speaking of which, the story that gentleman told yesterday was truly brilliant. I wonder where he heard these strange tales?"

"Indeed, even Old Zhang, the cripple who walks with a cane outside the city, hobbled all the way here."

Nuwa listened to the chatter of the crowd, and a flicker of interest arose in her heart. What kind of ability did that storyteller possess to attract so many people to listen?

Even Caiyun was full of anticipation.

The two walked into the inn, and Caiyun led Nuwa to a seat near the front.

The inn was already packed with guests who had come to listen to the stories; it was almost full.

Fortunately, Caiyun had spoken to the innkeeper in advance yesterday and reserved two seats. Otherwise, even a great deity like Nuwa would have had to stand to listen.

They ordered some dried fruits and snacks, and brewed a pot of hot tea.

The two slowly sat down.

As soon as they were seated, they saw a handsome young man walk slowly into the inn and head straight for the storyteller's position.

The young man was dressed in white, holding a folding fan in his hand, his long hair tied up with a ribbon, casually falling behind him.

"What a dashing young gentleman!"

Everyone thought to themselves.

Most of these people had heard the buzz about this storyteller in Qingshan City these past few days and had come specifically to see for themselves.

They couldn't help but be a little surprised to see how young the storyteller was.

At this age, what kind of moving stories could he tell?

Su Yang looked at the full house of listeners, a flicker of joy rising in his heart.

There were many more listeners today than on previous days. It seemed he was gradually gaining some fame in Qingshan City!

Su Yang was originally the son of a wealthy merchant in the Great Tang Dynasty. Unfortunately, his family fell into ruin, and his parents passed away, leading him to Qingshan City.

Just when he was at his wit's end, he unexpectedly awakened a System!

And this mechanism allowed him to earn rewards by telling stories!

Thus, he could obtain all sorts of unexpected surprises!

In this inn, Su Yang possessed almost supreme protection.

The System's power permeated the entire inn space. Even if a Sage personally arrived, they could not inflict any harm upon him.

It was precisely because of this that he decided to embark on his path of cultivation as a storyteller.

He gently picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip to moisten his throat, then slowly set it down.

"Clack!"

The clapper struck sharply, and the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone knew that the show was about to begin.

Su Yang slowly opened his mouth and said, "In the endless chaos, the cold was bone-chilling, darkness enveloped all, and nine colossal dragon corpses dragged a bronze coffin, standing still in eternity..."

Whoosh...

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of all the listeners froze, their faces filled with astonishment!

"In the endless chaos, the cold was bone-chilling, darkness enveloped all, and nine colossal dragon corpses dragged a bronze coffin, standing still in eternity..."

As soon as these words fell, they struck like thunder, stirring up immense waves in the hearts of countless listeners. It was as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes: in the unfathomably deep chaos, nine behemoth-like dragon corpses, dragging an ancient bronze coffin, floated silently in the void...

Su Yang's words seemed to contain a soul-stirring power, making the listeners feel as if they were there, as if they were in that cold, dark chaos!

After listening, everyone couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Su Yang's courage!

"Did I hear that right? He dared to say dragons were dead right from the start!"

"Heavens, this young man's courage is astonishing! Isn't he afraid of retribution from the Dragon Clan?"

"What if the Dragon King heard this and, in his rage, refused to bring rain to Qingshan City?"

"The Dragon Clan are the deities who control wind and rain. How can mortals presume to discuss them? This young man truly fears nothing, his courage is higher than the mountains!"

"Dragon King! Please listen carefully, these words are not from us, they are from the storyteller. If you are to blame anyone, please do not involve us!"

"Lord Dragon King, please spare Qingshan City. If there's a drought, how will we common folk survive!"

In this Primordial World, humanity's reverence for Immortals and Gods was deeply ingrained!

No, to be precise, it was a kind of heartfelt awe!

Ordinary legends often told of how Immortals and Gods protected the human world and bestowed blessings.

Yet, this young man before them, right from the start, said that dragons were dead!

One must know that the Dragon Clan were the supreme beings who controlled wind and rain! He actually said that nine dragons were dead and being dragged by a coffin right at the beginning?

To everyone present, this was simply outrageous!

Meanwhile, in a corner of the inn, an old man with white hair and beard heard these words, and shock appeared on his face.

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Su Yang, secretly marveling, "How dare this kid be so bold?"

The world's reverence for deities was a matter of common sense since ancient times. Although Immortals and Gods were rarely seen, they would occasionally appear in the human world. Because of this, no one dared to be negligent in the slightest.

This old man's respect for Immortals and Gods was not for ordinary reasons; it was because he himself was one of them!

It turned out that this person was none other than the City God of Qingshan City!

One must know that although the position of City God could not be said to be supreme, it was by no means insignificant. It was the most honorable mid-level divine position in a city, controlling the city's destiny with immense power.

And now, upon hearing Su Yang's story, the City God of Qingshan City felt a sense of shock!

Why was this? It was because he knew exactly what the Dragon Clan represented in the Primordial World!

At the same time, Nuwa, who was nearby, couldn't help but show a flicker of surprise in her eyes upon hearing Su Yang's words.

The Dragon Clan was no ordinary race. In ancient times, they were one of the supreme rulers of the Primordial World.

Even Empress Nuwa had not seen the Dragon Clan in their prime back then.

Although the Dragon Clan had declined, they still controlled the Four Seas, governed the world's waterways, and held the position of Water God, not to be underestimated!

Even though the Dragon Clan was no longer as glorious as before, every dragon, from the moment they reached adulthood, possessed strength no less than that of a True Immortal. Coupled with bodies comparable to Acquired Spiritual Treasures, what kind of powerful being could kill nine True Dragons in one fell swoop?

"What are you all so nervous about? The current Dragon Clan is long past its prime. If they dare to punish Qingshan City, the Heavenly Court will certainly not stand idly by."

"Because they have no right to impose punishment arbitrarily. Unless the Heavenly Court orders it, they wouldn't dare to let a single drop of rain be withheld from Qingshan City!"

The City God beside him nodded slightly, finding these words to have some truth to them.

The current Dragon Clan was indeed far from what it used to be. And in the Heavenly Court, many powerful beings had True Dragons as their mounts!