AWB Chapter 649 From this day forward, my imperial title shall be Di Xin!
Chapter 649 From this day forward, my imperial title shall be Di Xin!
In the heart of the royal palace of the Shang Dynasty, Chaoge.
The mournful tolling of the funeral bells echoed throughout the city, lingering for a long time.
The supreme ruler of humanity, Emperor Yi of the Shang Dynasty, has passed away!
The heavy atmosphere made it hard for everyone to breathe, and the whole city was covered in white mourning clothes.
Countless human people knelt on both sides of the street, facing the direction of the royal palace, weeping bitterly.
During his reign, Emperor Yi worked diligently to govern the country and made great contributions to the well-being and survival of the human race.
Now that he has passed away, who will take over the reins of the Shang Dynasty?
Inside the main hall of the royal palace, civil and military officials, dressed in mourning attire, stood solemnly on both sides.
In the very center of the main hall stood a figure as imposing as an iron tower.
He was nine feet tall, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and exuded a suffocating aura of dominance.
It was none other than Emperor Yi's third son, Zi Shou!
"With the king gone, the country cannot be without a ruler for even a day."
Grand Tutor Wen Zhong, holding the King-Beating Golden Whip, slowly stepped out of the ranks, his voice resounding and powerful.
"The late king's will ordained the throne to his third son, Zishou!"
"Your Majesty, we pay our respects to the new King!"
With Wen Zhong leading the way, all the civil and military officials knelt down in unison, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"
Zi Shou didn't speak; he simply stared quietly at the throne that symbolized the highest power of the human race.
His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they could see through the illusion of this primordial world.
He slowly began to walk up the steps, one by one, and finally sat on the throne.
"I, Zishou, hereby ascend the throne as King!"
"From this day forward, my imperial title shall be Di Xin!"
boom!
As Di Xin's domineering and unparalleled voice fell, the sky above Chaoge City changed color.
The golden dragon of the Shang dynasty's destiny let out a deafening roar, soaring into the sky from the depths of the royal palace.
This golden dragon of fortune is larger and more solid than ever before.
Its dazzling golden light illuminated the entire city of Chaoge as if it were daytime.
The ancestral land of humanity, inside the Hall of the Flame.
Huang Tian, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the endless void.
"Such an overbearing aura of a human emperor! This Di Xin is no ordinary man."
A meaningful smile appeared on Huang Tian's lips.
Humanity has been dormant for too long and needs a powerful ruler like him to break the deadlock.
With the centennial approaching and humanity about to be established, Emperor Xin may be the key to breaking the deadlock.
Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains lies the sacred land of the cattle tribe.
Niu Ben sat in a grand chair, holding a cup of spiritual tea in his hand, his gaze fixed intently on Chaoge.
"Emperor Xin has ascended the throne, and the prelude to the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is finally about to begin."
"This epic drama is getting more and more exciting."
Niu Ben's lips curled up slightly, his eyes gleaming with an all-knowing light.
As a supreme being in the Heavenly Dao Realm, he naturally understood the fate of Emperor Xin and the end of the Shang Dynasty.
But now that he has come to this world, and now that he has become the master of the human race's emperor, he is ready to face the world.
He will break this predetermined fate!
What are the laws of heaven and the grand trends, what are the schemes of sages? In front of Niu Ben, they are all utter bullshit!
Inside Chaoge City, the coronation ceremony was still ongoing.
Di Xin sat on the throne, looking down at the civil and military officials below, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"By my decree, abolish the custom of human sacrifice!"
"Human blood should be shed on the battlefield, not wasted in the grave!"
These words shocked the entire court.
This is an ancestral system that has been passed down since ancient times. How can the new king abolish this ancestral system as soon as he ascends the throne?
"Your Majesty, this is absolutely forbidden!"
Several pedantic old ministers immediately knelt down and kowtowed, weeping and pleading with the ministers to stop.
"Ancestral customs cannot be violated. If we abolish the practice of funerary sacrifice, we risk angering Heaven and incurring calamity!"
Di Xin slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne, stood up, and unleashed a terrifying pressure.
"Heaven? I am the king of humanity; I only respect my ancestors, not the heavens!"
"Anyone who dares to mention the matter of being buried alive with the dead again, I will first use them as a sacrifice to the heavens!"
Domineering! Arrogant! Overbearing!
This is Di Xin, and this is the era he is about to usher in, the era that belongs to him, Di Xin!
Faced with this invincible aura, the old ministers trembled with fear and dared not utter another word.
Meanwhile, at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.
Inside the magnificent Erlang Temple, incense is burning brightly and smoke curls around.
Yang Jian sat cross-legged in the secret chamber behind the statue, his whole body enveloped in the rich power of incense and prayers.
He has been here for quite some time.
With the help of the incense offerings made day and night by the people of Guanjiangkou, his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds.
He had completely solidified his realm as a late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal.
The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique had been circulated to an extremely profound level, making the physical body crystal clear, like glass.
However, Yang Jian's brows were tightly furrowed.
"Not enough, still not enough!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of anxiety and resentment flashing in them.
A late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal, he was already considered a master in the prehistoric world.
But they wanted to confront the powerful Heavenly Court and cleave through the indestructible Peach Mountain.
This level of strength is far from enough!
He must break through, he must step into the legendary realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal!
However, the Great Luo Realm stood like an insurmountable chasm, firmly blocking his way.
No matter how much incense energy he absorbed, he couldn't break through that thin layer of paper.
"It seems that hard work alone is not enough to break through this bottleneck."
Yang Jian stood up, gripped the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, and his eyes gradually became firm.
A towering tree cannot grow in a greenhouse; he must experience real life-or-death struggles to find his own opportunity!
He was going to leave Guanjiangkou and go to that vast, desolate land to forge a bloody path!
But what will happen to the people of Guanjiangkou if he leaves?
Yang Jian's gaze fell upon the devout people praying outside the temple, and a hint of hesitation flashed through his mind.
Just then, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from the sky and earth, which caught Yang Jian's attention.
Yang Jian stood in the secret chamber of the Erlang Temple, feeling the strange fluctuations.
It was a faint, elusive calling, as if something in the darkness was guiding him.
He knew that this might be the opportunity for him to break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
"I can't wait any longer. My mother is still suffering in Momoyama. I must become stronger as soon as possible!"
A resolute glint flashed in Yang Jian's eyes; he had made his decision.
Leave Guanjiang Estuary to seek that mysterious opportunity!
But he knew that once he left, those demons and monsters who coveted the incense offerings at Guanjiangkou would surely return.
He couldn't let these simple, honest people fall into misery again.
Yang Jian took a deep breath, quickly formed hand seals, and his internal magical power surged wildly.
He then forcefully slammed the rune into the statue in front of him.
hum!
The statue trembled violently, bursting forth with a dazzling silver light.
The statue, which was originally lifeless, now exuded a terrifying aura belonging to a Taiyi Golden Immortal.
This aura was exactly the same as Yang Jian's true form, enough to intimidate all the villains within a radius of 100,000 miles!