Primordial Chaos: A return of ten thousandfold! Sage, please die!

In the primordial era, the Great Shang Dynasty arose.

The seventh year of King Zhou's reign, the second month.

Inside the Emperor's Palace in Chaoge City, a great uproar erupted.

"Ji Chang rebels, is the Shang Dynasty doomed?"

"King Di Xin is going to die, Empress Jiang is going to die, You Hun is going to die, Bigan is going to die, Shang Rong is going to die... and Wen Zhong is going to die too?"

"The Great Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods?"

......

"Die! Die! Die! Everyone here must die!"

Inside the hall, Su Yuan, dressed in white, leaned against the wall, his delirious voice slowly announcing the final fate of everyone present.

"presumptuous!"

"You bastard!"

"Spreading rumors and misleading the public!"

Fei Zhong and You Hun rebuked them sternly, Bi Gan frowned, and Shang Rong glanced sideways...

"Your Majesty, this sorcerer dares to falsely claim that Your Majesty's visit to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense was the beginning of the downfall of our Great Shang Dynasty?"

"What nonsense about the Investiture of the Gods? I, a human being, suffered calamity and will be a slave for eternity."

"This is utter nonsense and deception."

Your subject Fei Zhong requests Your Majesty's permission to drag this evil Taoist priest out and behead him as a warning to others.

"Your subject, You Hun, seconded this."

"I second that opinion."

......

At this time.

Shang Rong, the prime minister of the Shang Dynasty, also coldly looked at the figure of the white-robed Taoist "Su Yuan" leaning against a group of stone pillars in the main hall, and with a final decision, pronounced Su Yuan's final fate.

"This Daoist Su Yuan, if you come to my Great Shang to ask for an official position, please forgive my sycophancy and alarmist talk."

"But why insult the saintly Nuwa?"

"Our human race has stood since the beginning of time. Who doesn't know that Goddess Nuwa is the Holy Mother of our human race? It is thanks to her protection that our human race has been able to survive and reproduce to this day."

"Your words about the Goddess Nuwa and the sages of the Human Sect conspiring to harm my Great Shang are completely unfounded."

"If you cannot produce evidence and explain your reasoning today, I'm afraid my Great Shang Dynasty will have no choice but to resort to punishment. Otherwise, we cannot live up to the teachings and protection of the Holy Mother Nuwa and the Sage of Humanity for our human race."

Shang Rong's words also represented the final intentions of the civil and military officials of the Shang dynasty in the palace.

Everyone glared at Su Yuan with hostility.

Su Yuan listened to Shang Rong's words, but his brows did not furrow, his eyes remained calm and unwavering, and he remained silent.

He leaned casually against a stone pillar with his arms crossed, seemingly unconcerned about the crowd pointing fingers, criticizing, and hurling insults at him.

As a modern person who had just traveled to this place, I naturally expected this scene to happen.

at this time.

King Zhou, Di Xin, sat high on his throne and addressed You Hun, Shang Rong, and others in the hall below, without offering any comment.

A glint of shrewdness gleamed in his tiger-like eyes as he looked down at the young man in the hall who called himself a "rogue human cultivator," his eyes filled with a probing seriousness as he asked, "Daoist, do you say that Marquis Ji Chang of Xibo will rebel against me in the future?"

"After Grand Tutor Wen Zhong returns from the North Sea, will he die at the hands of the immortals of Jue Long Ridge during his campaign to quell the rebellion?"

"Is our Great Shang Dynasty destined to perish at the hands of the Zhou rebels in Xiqi?"

Upon hearing this...

Su Yuan showed no fear in his eyes. Instead, he calmly met King Zhou's gaze and nodded confidently.

in this way.

Di Xin stared at Su Yuan again and said calmly, "You also say that the instigator of all this was my visit to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense, where I wrote an obscene poem that blasphemed the sage, and that the sage will bring calamity upon me?"

Su Yuan nodded, his tone unwavering: "Not bad."

"If Your Majesty does not heed my words, you will soon be dead."

These words were spoken.

Even Bi Gan, who had been standing silently to the side without saying a word, couldn't help but get angry.

"presumptuous!"

"You demon cultivator, how dare you spread your heretical teachings in front of the King!"

Looking at Bigan's angry expression.

Di Xin smiled and shook his head, waving his hand to stop Bi Gan from speaking, then looked at Su Yuan and continued, "Go on."

Su Yuan did not retreat. He stepped forward and looked directly at Di Xin, his voice resounding throughout the hall with great certainty.

Whether it's slander or not, we'll know in a day.

"Since the Human King is unwilling to stop going to Nuwa Palace to offer incense, then he may go on his own."

"One day later, when the King returns from his pilgrimage, he will be able to discern the truth or falsehood of what I just said."

Hearing that Su Yuan remained so steadfast in his beliefs even after arriving here, Emperor Xin couldn't help but chuckle at the remark.

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting."

"Your Taoist sayings are truly amusing."

He clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Since you've already told me you'd commit this blasphemous act in Nuwa's Palace, how could I possibly do it again?"

Faced with Di Xin's questioning, Su Yuan calmly replied, "I'm afraid Your Majesty will find yourself powerless once you step into Nuwa's Palace."

Then, Su Yuan paused, and the topic suddenly changed.

His deep eyes calmly met Di Xin's gaze, carrying a hint of provocation: "So what if this journey is noticed by me?"

"Is the King willing to accept defeat, become my disciple, and serve as the Grand Preceptor of the Great Shang Dynasty?"

Upon hearing this, Di Xin's pupils contracted.

"Could it be... that this hermit is truly an extraordinary recluse, who has foreseen the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods?"

"Otherwise, why would he still be so stubborn at this point?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt and contemplation flashed through Di Xin's mind.

"Could my Emperor Xin really be so incompetent as to cause the downfall of the Shang Dynasty?"

long silence.

Di Xin suddenly laughed loudly: "Very well! If nothing happens to Nuwa Palace in a day, I will personally behead you!"

"If what you say is true—"

He stood up, his royal robes fluttering in the wind: "I hereby acknowledge you as my teacher and personally honor you as the Grand Preceptor of the Great Shang Dynasty!"

"Let us jointly welcome the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods."

Upon hearing Di Xin's personal promise, Su Yuan smiled slightly.

"Very well, then I will remain here in the Human Emperor's Palace and wait for the King to return."

Seeing Su Yuan's composed demeanor, Di Xin didn't say much, but simply waved his hand and said, "Someone, prepare the Nuwa Palace. Follow me to offer incense to the Goddess Nuwa."

"Your Majesty, what about this Taoist priest...?"

Seeing that King Di Xin was actually willing to gamble with a Taoist priest who had appeared out of nowhere, You Hun was still unwilling to give up and wanted to offer some advice.

But before You Hun could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Di Xin's fierce glare.

"Send people to provide Su Daoren with good food and drink, and no one is allowed to leave. Everything will be discussed after I return from Nuwa Palace."

As soon as Di Xin finished speaking, everyone immediately agreed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Soon, the many figures in the Emperor's Palace scattered, leaving only Su Yuan sitting quietly in the palace.

"Just one more day."

"Fortunately, I managed to catch up in the end."

Looking at the empty Emperor's Palace, Su Yuan sighed with a hint of weariness and memories in his eyes.

three days ago.

He was working overtime at the company until the early hours of the morning, but the long-term sleep deprivation directly led to sudden cardiac death. When he woke up, he had arrived in the prehistoric world and become a carefree Taoist priest before the outbreak of the Investiture of the Gods.

It has to be said that Su Yuan was unlucky to travel through this time, as he missed the early prehistoric era when innate spiritual roots and spiritual treasures were readily available everywhere.

He didn't even get to attend lectures at Zixiao Palace to compete for the Saintly position, where even a Great Luo Golden Immortal was no better than a dog during the peak of the primordial era. He didn't even manage to acquire the identity of a Primordial Human.

Because at this time, the prehistoric human race was pitifully weak; among all the human races, it was difficult to even find a few Earth Immortal cultivators.

The subsequent Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods brought even more devastation to the human race.

In the second month of the seventh year of King Zhou's reign, he offered incense and wrote lewd poems at the Nuwa Palace, which enraged Nuwa, who then sent three demons to disrupt the court.

Daji entered the palace and brought disaster to the country and its people. Bigan had his heart cut out, Empress Jiang died tragically, the feudal lords rebelled, Ji Chang rebelled, the Battle of Muye was a bloodbath, King Zhou retreated from Chaoge and set himself on fire at Lutai, and the eight-hundred-year-old Shang Dynasty vanished into nothingness.

From then on, the human race never had another emperor, and those who became emperors in later generations demoted themselves to the title of Son of Heaven.

The dignified human race, the protagonist of the Great Primordial Calamity, was reduced to a pawn of the saints, and was manipulated into becoming a group of puppets and enslaved.

After that, humanity never recovered until the end of the Dharma era.

Thinking of this ending, a chill and sorrow flashed through Su Yuan's heart.

He originally wanted to resist, but he was just a poor, uneducated Taoist priest with weak magical powers. What could he do to change the situation when faced with the sage's scheme?

So he settled down and decided to become a carefree hermit in the wilderness, enjoying the primordial scenery as a way to make the trip worthwhile.

However, an accident occurred.

A day earlier, he had accidentally saved a child who had fallen into the Wei River. The child mistook him for an immortal and insisted on kowtowing to him to become his disciple.

Left with no other choice.

He casually tossed a small magic manual to the other party, but unexpectedly activated the "Ten Thousand Times Return System for Taking on Disciples".

This means that "after the host takes on a disciple, a return of 100 times, 1000 times, or even 10,000 times can be triggered. The returned items include, but are not limited to, cultivation techniques, magic treasures, bloodlines, supernatural powers, luck, understanding of laws, combat experience, and special physiques!"

Upon discovering this pleasant surprise, Su Yuan immediately rushed to Chaoge City.

Thinking about the bet he had just made with Di Xin.

Su Yuan sat quietly in the Dian Hall, waiting patiently.

His gaze seemed to pierce through space, looking towards the Nuwa Palace dozens of miles away.

"Success or failure hinges on this."

"Once I successfully take on the role of the current Human Emperor as my disciple, I will definitely receive a return of up to ten thousand times!"

At that time, he will be able to firmly establish himself as the ruler of the Shang Dynasty and recruit many disciples, thus gradually gaining the power to stop the Investiture of the Gods and change the fate of the human race against all odds.

"Yuanshi, Laozi, Nuwa, Zhunti, Jieyin, and behind them all, Hongjun, who is busy merging with the Dao."

As Su Yuan's quiet gaze opened and closed, the names of these great enemies who had plotted against the human race flashed through his eyes, and an endless rage seemed to flicker within them.

Emperor Xin of this era was not a muddle-headed or incompetent ruler.

As for the stigma in the original history, it was probably all maliciously distorted and calculated by those in power.

As the last emperor, Di Xin gathered the last bit of fortune for the human race.

While pondering, Su Yuan reached out and beckoned.

A bronze square cauldron, three feet three inches tall and exuding a sturdy and heavy presence, floated before him.

The cauldron is bluish-black in color. After thousands of years of weathering, there is no verdigris on its surface. Instead, it has a warm and jade-like glow, as if it has been polished by the willpower of countless generations of humankind.

At the mouth of the cauldron, a wisp of smoke rises year-round, never dissipating.

That was not real smoke, but rather the incense of humanity, formed by the collective will and power of all people.

Whenever someone in the human realm sincerely prays for blessings, worships their ancestors, or performs good deeds, a trace of their willpower flows into them.

Deep inside the cauldron, a faint yet resolute light could be seen, beating like a heart.

That is the manifestation of the human race's fortune across the nine provinces—the brighter the light, the stronger the human race's fortune; if the world is in chaos and the people are suffering, the light will dim and the cauldron will cool down.

This is the Yu Emperor's Cauldron, also known as the Nine Provinces Cauldron, a supreme treasure of humankind.

In the past, when Yu the Great controlled the floods, he cast nine tripods which were scattered throughout the world to suppress the fate of the human race.

Su Yuan arrived in a hurry, so he only found one of the nine tripods on the banks of the Wei River, which was just enough to prepare to be given to Emperor Xin.

The scene changes.

After leaving the Human Emperor's Palace, King Zhou of Shang led a group of trusted ministers out of the south gate of Chaoge to offer incense at the Nuwa Palace.