The God-Defying Heavenly Spirit Book

The beacon fire of the Shang and Zhou wars, after burning blazingly for a long time, finally slowly extinguished, but what filled the world was the desolation and deathly silence of the remaining lives after the disaster. The once bustling and bustling town now has only ruins left isolated in the wind, seeming to silently tell the past glory and pain. The fertile and vast land was repeatedly burned by the ruthless fire of war and became charred, black and cracked, as if the skin of the earth was covered with shocking scars. In the air, the smell of smoke and blood is intertwined and thick, suffocating, and every breath seems to inhale endless sorrow and suffering. The Conferred God Platform, this sacred place that carries the fate of countless heroes, gods, demons and monsters, looks even more solemn and solemn under the dim light of the sun. It stands high above the clouds, like an otherworldly and insurmountable sacred mountain. It exudes an indescribable aura of majesty and solemnity, as if it is overlooking the rise, fall, glory and disgrace of all things in the world. Wen Zhong, as the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty, came from the sect of Jin Ling Sheng Shen Jie Jiao. He had been loyal and courageous throughout his life. He dedicated himself to the great cause of the Yin Shang Dynasty and devoted all his efforts. At this moment, he was wearing a black robe, his hunting clothes rustling in the wind, and his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, like a majestic and unshakable mountain. However, when his eyes slowly fell on the words "Lei Bu Zhengshen" on the list of gods, endless unwillingness and resentment instantly surged in his deep eyes, just like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing a stormy sea. He held the golden mace in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. It's as if this artifact has already connected with its owner's mind