Primordial Era: I, Tongtian, will slay all enemies!

Standing side by side on the high slope, watching Su Hu gallop towards Jizhou City, their faces beaming with smiles.

A day later, Su Hu rushed into Jizhou City, shouting anxiously, "Zheng Lun, gather all troops and put the entire city on high alert!"

His voice echoed throughout the hall, making everyone who heard it feel the gravity of the situation.

Upon hearing Su Hu's shouts, Zheng Lun hurriedly approached, his face filled with astonishment and confusion. "My lord, what's wrong? What happened that you're so flustered?" He looked at Su Hu with worry in his eyes.

Su Hu had no time to respond; his gaze was sharp as he walked straight to the table.

He flung his robes aside, sat heavily in a chair, picked up a pen, and began writing furiously on the paper, each stroke seemingly an outpouring of hatred for King Zhou of Shang.

After finishing the letter, he handed it to Su Quanzhong, his tone urgent and resolute: "Send this letter to Xiqi immediately and have them send troops to rescue us!"

Su Quanzhong took the letter, looking bewildered and anxious. "Father, what happened? You have to tell me!" He looked at Su Hu, his eyes filled with fear of the unknown.

"That tyrannical ruler, heeding slanderous words, actually intends to destroy our city of Jizhou. We are sworn enemies with him!"

Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in Su Quanzhong's eyes. "Father, rest assured, I will not fail in my mission!" With that, he turned and left, carrying the letter, and sped toward Xiqi.

For Jizhou City, those three days were agonizing. The people in the city were filled with fear, while the soldiers held their ground day and night. A tense atmosphere hung over the entire city like a dark cloud.

Three days later, the Shang Dynasty army surged in like a raging black tide. The sounds of footsteps, horses' hooves, and clashing weapons mingled together.

Wen Zhong rode atop the black Qilin, exuding a majestic aura with every step he took.

He arrived at the city walls, his face full of displeasure, and shouted loudly, "Su Hu, if you surrender immediately, this Grand Tutor can guarantee the safety of the people of Jizhou City."

Standing on the city wall, Su Hu looked down at Wen Zhong below, and his anger suddenly reached its peak, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"Wen Zhong, stop spouting nonsense! You serve that tyrannical ruler, aiding and abetting his wickedness. If you have the guts, wait a few days until the Xiqi army comes to your aid. We will make sure you Shang traitors die on the spot!"

After saying that, he picked up the bow and arrow beside him, drew the bowstring taut like a full moon, and with a "whoosh," the arrow shot towards Wen Zhong like a shooting star.

Wen Zhong dodged the flying arrow to the side; the arrow grazed his cheek, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

His face turned ashen with rage, and he thought to himself, "Guard Su, you're courting death!"

He turned his head, looking at the army behind him, a resolute glint in his eyes. He brandished his double whips, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like two venomous snakes ready to devour their prey.

"Warriors of Yin Shang, attack the city! Today we will raze Jizhou to the ground and teach Su Hu the consequences of opposing the Great Shang!"

Upon receiving the order, the Shang Dynasty army charged forward like a surging pack of wolves.

In an instant, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and soldiers on the walls of Jizhou City unleashed a barrage of arrows, raining them down like locusts upon the attacking soldiers.

Many Shang Dynasty soldiers fell instantly after being struck by arrows, but the soldiers behind them continued to advance one after another.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the gates of Jizhou City suddenly opened wide. Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong immediately led his entire army into the city, with himself at the forefront.

When the army in Jizhou City saw the city gates wide open, the entire army panicked.

Wen Zhong wielded his double whips, moving through the chaotic army as if it were empty.

At this time, the bodies of Jizhou soldiers were piled up like mountains in Jizhou City, and the blood stained the ground dark red, and the entire city of Jizhou was soaked in blood.

The battle lasted a full day, and all the soldiers in Jizhou City were killed. The battlefield was deathly silent, with only blood still flowing.

Wen Zhong approached Su Hu and looked at the Marquis before him, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

"Lord Su, do you regret it? Why did you do this, harming the soldiers and civilians of this city for your own selfish desires?"

"Hahaha, regret? I, Su Hu, never regret. The Shang Dynasty was doomed to perish in the hands of Emperor Xin. He was licentious and tyrannical, and he persecuted loyal officials. You who served him were nothing but aiding and abetting his evil. Though I am dead, I have already severed ties with Xiqi. When the Xiqi army arrives, you will all perish!"

His eyes flashed with a resolute light, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. After speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

"Grand Tutor, Su Hu is dead. Should we massacre the city?"

Looking at the devastated city of Jizhou before him, Wen Zhong felt a pang of pity.

"No need. The people of Jizhou City have done nothing wrong. King Wucheng, you should guard Jizhou City for now, in case Xiqi attacks!"

After saying this, Wen Zhong left half of the army behind and sent the rest back to the capital.

Xiangwei watched quietly from afar as the city of Jizhou was filled with the smoke of fireworks. His face was expressionless, but a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

"Alright, very good. This will make the Investiture of the Gods calamity increasingly interesting!"

He gently released his grip, and saw Su Hu's true spirit fly towards the Investiture of the Gods. The spirit flickered faintly in mid-air, carrying Su Hu's last resentment and anger.

In the Kunlun Mountains, the Primordial Celestial Venerable summoned Jiang Ziya and slowly said, "Ziya, you are not destined for the path of immortality. This is the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip. Go down the mountain and complete the great task of Investiture of the Gods."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya was struck dumb. He felt a surge of panic and resentment. He had been cultivating in the mountains for many years, always hoping to achieve enlightenment. But now Yuanshi was telling him that he could not become an immortal.

He knelt down with a thud and pleaded, "Master, please have pity on your disciple. Your disciple is willing to serve you in the mountains and slowly explore the path to immortality."

His eyes were filled with tears, but he was cursing inwardly.

"Old man, I've been cultivating diligently in these mountains for many years, and I'm over seventy now. And you're only now telling me I'm not destined for the path of immortality, yet you want me to complete the great task of bestowing titles upon gods? Isn't this going to kill me? I'll be lucky if I don't die on the way!"

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Jiang Ziya and said with his usual majesty, "Go, complete the Investiture of the Gods, and you will have a great opportunity."

When Jiang Ziya saw that Yuanshi Tianzun's words were resolute, he knew that he could no longer change his fate.

He sighed helplessly and had no choice but to obey and descend the mountain, his back view showing a hint of loneliness.

In the Peach Blossom Cave of Jiuxian Mountain, Guang Chengzi was furious when he learned that Yuanshi Tianzun had sent Jiang Ziya down the mountain to preside over the investiture of the gods.

He smashed things everywhere in the cave, cursing, "Why did my master imprison me in this cave while sending Jiang Ziya to bestow titles upon the gods? What merit does he have? I've cultivated in the mountains for many years; in terms of ability and experience, in what way am I not superior to him?"

His eyes blazed with anger and jealousy, feeling that he, as the senior disciple of the Chan Sect, had been neglected by his teacher.

Xiang'e, however, quietly drank his tea, watching Guang Chengzi go mad.

"Fellow Daoist Guangchengzi, please calm down. Jiang Ziya's magical power is weak, and he is now descending the mountain alone. If he dies on the way, who do you think will be responsible for the great task of the Investiture of the Gods?"

"But if I kill him, my teacher will certainly not let me off, especially since the Investiture of the Gods requires a specific destiny!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are overthinking it. The requirement for a special destiny in the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation is merely a punishment from the Sages. Have you forgotten the Battle for Supremacy?"

Guang Chengzi suddenly understood. He looked at Xiang E with a smile and instantly disappeared into Taoyuan Cave on Jiuxian Mountain.

After watching Guang Chengzi leave, Xiang E revealed a barely perceptible smile. "Fool, you actually believed that kind of talk!"