After Xianyu finished speaking, he waited a long while, but no reply from Lan ever came.
The young man with blue hair and black eyes gazed at Xianyu impassively. More accurately, he seemed to be scrutinizing him, unwilling to believe what he had said.
Xianyu couldn't be bothered to waste any more time on such a trivial issue. He quickly searched his mind for matters that needed Lan's personal approval and asked:
"How do you think we should write your origins? An omen from heaven at your birth? All the beasts crying out together? Golden light in the sky? Or would you prefer a dragon?"
Now that the Xianzhou had converted to worshiping the "Reignbow Arbiter," they obviously needed to make their deity sound more impressive.
The first thing Xianyu thought of was the various omens said to accompany the births of ancient emperors and sages.
The heavens and earth shaking, wondrous colors appearing in the sky, golden light, red light, and all sorts of other colored lights shining inside their homes...
The more exaggerated accounts invented dreams their mothers had supposedly had, like an immortal delivering a child or a golden dragon entering their dreams.
Some people in ancient times stopped at nothing to prove how special they were, even fabricating rumors about their own mothers and dragons... Anyone who read them would have called them absurd.
Xianyu was a materialist and didn't believe those ancient stories. Unfortunately, Lan's transformation from a human into an Aeon was itself decidedly unmaterialistic.
This was also his first time having a successor become a god. With no experience to draw on, he could only scour ancient texts for inspiration from the deeds of people long past.
After much deliberation, Xianyu came up with a plan: imitate the ancient emperors and build up