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"Do you want to know... the secrets of the gods?"

A gentle word fell in Ji Yunting's ears, but it caused an uproar.

In Daxia, the gods have a very high status, and they will also issue oracles to guide the people of Daxia, and explore the secrets of the gods. This has always been regarded as a taboo of disrespect.

"The secret of the gods..."

Ji Yunting chewed this sentence over and over again, feeling awe-inspiring in his heart. He looked at the Zhenyang Stone in his hand and asked aloud: "Who are you?"

A faint voice came from the stone in the center of the town: "My name is Wuxu, and I am here to clear up the doubts in your heart."

This sound seemed to have spanned an extremely long distance, as if it might dissipate at any time, and it seemed to be mixed with some vague noises, which sounded extremely mysterious.

Ji Yunting was startled, but quickly realized what he was doing and sneered: "You are the man on the battlefield that day, right?"

Inside the town center stone, Anle raised his eyebrows, knowing that his plan of pretending to be a ghost had failed.

Ji Yunting was obviously not as easy to fool as the people of the Tai Dynasty back then. With only a few clues, he could guess his identity.

However, Anle did not intend to deceive the Daxia princess, and said frankly: "It's me."

After the initial surprise, Ji Yunting regained his usual calmness and asked.

"Then are you dead or alive now?"

Anle replied: "Dead, but still alive."

Ji Yunting didn't understand, but he didn't dwell on this issue for too long, and asked straight to the point: "What do you mean by the secret of the gods?"

"Hasn't His Highness Ji noticed it a long time ago? It's just that... he doesn't want to believe it."

Anle continued: "The gods are not benevolent and treat all things like rotten dogs."

"Both Dazhou and Daxia are just pawns of the gods. The truth may be more cruel than you and I imagine. Your Highness Ji, do you really want to know?"

Ji Yunting's heart trembled, but the look in his beautiful eyes quickly became firm: "I would like to hear the details."

An Le said sincerely: "First of all, I would like to ask Your Highness Ji to take me to see the current situation in Daxia."

Ji Yunting hesitated, nodded and said, "Okay."

"But in exchange, you have to tell me what kind of place you call Dazhou."

So, Ji Yunting took the Zhenyang Stone to the city where Yunting Mansion is located.

The streets were busy and bustling with people coming and going.

There are many monks with strong auras among the pedestrians, as well as weak civilians. At first glance, the situation is not much different from that in the cities of Dazhou. The magical weapons held by the monks also look very advanced, and sometimes

Someone turned into a stream of light and whizzed past from a high place, attracting many envious eyes.

However, there is no tall palace where the original giants lived, and their clothing and architectural styles are also slightly different.

But Anle took a closer look and noticed the clues.

Ordinary civilians on the street were extremely respectful when facing the monks, even a little humble and fearful.

The monks also inadvertently showed a condescending attitude towards civilians.

Due to the gap in strength, it is instinct for mortals to fear monks, and there is indeed a gap in identity between the two sides.

But in the big week, this situation will not be so obvious.

After all, if we trace their origins, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty are all descendants of the original giants, so it is impossible to say whose ancestor is a big shot.

At the same time, the invasion of darkness has made it almost an obligation and responsibility for the original giants and monks to protect the civilians at the bottom, and the relationship between the two parties has naturally become closer.

An Lexin said: "The situation between the common people and the monks in Daxia seems to be a bit delicate."

Suddenly, Anle's pupils narrowed and he looked at a carriage approaching from outside the city.

The cart was pulled by a simple and honest exotic horse, which looked strong and strong, and what it was dragging was a prison cart. The wooden cage was packed full of people!

Each of these people was in ragged clothes, with numb faces and empty eyes, and they were incompatible with the pedestrians on the street.

They are clearly in the same city as the rest of Daxia, but they seem to be in two different worlds!

Anle calmed down and asked: "Who is... in the prison car?"

Ji Yunting was a little surprised, as if he didn't understand why he would ask such a question, but he still said: "Those people are slaves."

"I guess he was cast into slavery because he wanted to escape from hard labor."

The more Anle listened, the more solemn he became: "Is Daxia still a slave?"

"Isn't there one in Dazhou?"

Ji Yunting was astonished and explained: "In our Daxia, the people are divided into six categories, namely slaves, farmers, merchants, scholars, Zhu, and kings."

"Slaves are the lowest status and can be killed and dispatched at will. Farmers and merchants are slightly better off. Monks and priests have a very high status and are respected by others. As for kings, they refer to the royal family like me."

An Le was stunned and silent, thinking in his mind: "This Daxia is still in the semi-slave and semi-feudal stage."

What chilled An Le the most was not the slaves in the prison car, but the things that were taken for granted in Ji Yunting's words. Under the influence of what she heard and saw, she would not think there was anything abnormal about this situation at all, let alone resist dividing people into different grades.

level, and this is obviously the case throughout Daxia.

Next, Ji Yunting continued to take Anle for a stroll in the city, and what he saw and heard confirmed his suspicion.

Compared with Dazhou, the life of the common people at the bottom of Daxia can only be described as "hard".

The most bitter, tiring and difficult work was done by slaves. Farmers' harvests had to be turned over regularly in exchange for living supplies. Merchants' rights were only protected when trading with their inferiors and equals.

Unless someone above them gives an order, monks rarely spontaneously help civilians build cities and solve problems.

The descendants of slaves will only be slaves, and farmers will remain farmers all their lives, but the children of monks can practice cultivation at birth.

There seems to be an insurmountable gap between different people.

The cultivation resources, food and clothing of the upper class are all provided by the lower class. They are like leeches, greedily sucking out the blood of the lower class without any end!

“Isn’t the heart supposed to supply blood?”

Anle murmured to himself: "How could this be?"

He originally thought that the internal conflicts in Dazhou were troublesome enough, but compared with the current situation in Daxia, they really pale into insignificance.

Ji Yunting couldn't understand Anle's mood and asked: "Are there no slaves in your Zhou Dynasty?"

Anle replied: "No."

Although the princes and kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty also had servants, they were not slaves, but people who voluntarily served the king. The original giants would never regard the lives of ordinary civilians as trivial.

"How is this possible?"

Ji Yunting frowned in confusion: "Then who will do the dirty work of building city walls and transporting building materials?"

An Le said: "It doesn't matter, the monks and the original giant will take action."

Ji Yunting: "The original giant?"

Anle briefly explained to Ji Yunting the origin of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the relationship between the original people and ordinary civilians.

After hearing this, Ji Yunting was greatly shocked and said, "Doesn't this mean that all of you are members of the royal family?"

Anle was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was really the case.

Ji Yunting added: "It turns out...the extremely huge demon we met at night is your ancestor."

Mentioning this matter, Anle felt a little heavy. He thought of the people who died in that dark night, and the original giants who took away the town center stone one by one and led away Daxia's soldiers. He didn't even know the names of those people.

I know, but I remember their departure.

He said: "You may not believe that the monks and giants of the Great Zhou Dynasty are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the common people."

Ji Yunting smiled bitterly: "I probably wouldn't have believed it before, but after listening to what you said, I actually feel that this kind of thing can really exist."

"Just wait a moment."

Anle said to Ji Yunting, and then, an extremely weak ray of innate energy pierced out from the Zhenyang Stone and fell in front of her eyes.

The innate energy does not change with time, neither grows nor dissipates, and is extremely stable.

Anle relies on this characteristic to move in the darkness and communicate with Ji Yunting.

Subsequently, this ray of innate energy manifested into flowing pictures in front of Ji Yunting's eyes.

"This is……"

Ji Yunting saw the riot that broke out in Yuansheng City, saw Yuanzhuo and Anle ordering everyone, and then saw the darkness coming...

These scenes come from Anle's memory and show Ji Yunting the true face of that dark night from another perspective.

During this period, Anle was not only busy observing Ji Yunting's daily life, but also exercising his control over his innate energy every day, so that he could do this kind of thing.

Not long after, the scene was frozen in Anle being surrounded by Ji Yunting and others, and then disappeared.

Ji Yunting stood there blankly, and after a long time he smiled bitterly: "It's true, my hands have long been stained with the blood of many innocent people."

"I must also admit that this kind of thing is almost impossible to happen in Daxia."

These memory fragments shocked Ji Yunting so much that when she wandered around the city afterwards, she was still haunted.
To be continued...