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

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.

It is said that this is the birthday of the goddess Nuwa.

Along both sides of the road, every household set up a firebox and decorated their homes with colorful decorations and carpets.

Furthermore, there are three thousand iron cavalry, eight hundred imperial guards for close protection, and King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu, personally protecting the emperor.

The procession was magnificent and grand.

At this moment, King Zhou, Di Xin, who was sitting upright in the sacred altar, had a slightly furrowed brow, looking somewhat preoccupied. The words Su Yuan had said in the hall earlier kept flashing through his mind.

Seeing this, Prime Minister Shang Rong, sitting opposite him, sighed softly and said, "Is Your Majesty still thinking about the words of that sorcerer?"

"The affairs of the state must not be neglected. Although I do not consider myself an incompetent or foolish person, that Taoist priest spoke with certainty, not like the ravings of a madman."

Inside the sacred altar, facing his old prime minister, King Zhou of Shang finally expressed his concerns.

"Alas, Your Majesty has been working diligently to govern the country these past years, and the people of the Shang Dynasty have become increasingly prosperous. There is not a trace of the signs of impending doom that the sorcerer has predicted. These old ministers have all seen it. It must be the sorcerer's lies to mislead the public."

"Your Majesty, there is no need for excessive worry."

Shang Rong comforted Di Xin, echoing his words.

"Yes, I also believe that I am by no means such a foolish person."

"Whether this is true or not, we'll see how it comes to pass."

Upon hearing this, Di Xin simply nodded, while silently reminding himself that once he arrived at Nuwa Palace, he must not do anything so blasphemous.

Time passed slowly.

One or two hours later.

The Shang dynasty delegation arrived outside the Nuwa Palace and saw that the palace was well-organized and its buildings were magnificent.

Soon, Di Xin led his personal attendants into the hall to offer incense.

At that very moment, deep within the clouds far beyond the heavens, a hidden figure seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

This person's aura was obscure and unclear. Although he stood in the clouds, even a sage would find it difficult to calculate his causal position.

"The Great Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods! The Great Calamity of the Investiture of the God

"Teacher, the rivers flow east and west for three thousand years. Once this calamity is over, it will be time for our barren western lands to recover."

As the Taoist muttered to himself, he suddenly aimed at the Nuwa Palace below, and with a flick of his wrist, he took a branch and waved it.

"Go."

In an instant, a gust of wind swept through Nuwa's palace, lifting the curtains to reveal the stunningly beautiful statue of Nuwa, as if a fairy from the Jade Palace had descended to earth.

Originally, Di Xin was preparing to offer incense, but suddenly a gust of wind blew, and his soul was shaken. He stared at the statue of Nuwa as if he were bewitched, and he uttered incoherent words as if his mind was bewitched.

"I am the Son of Heaven, with a vast harem, yet I have no one as beautiful as this."

Immediately, he couldn't resist ordering his men to bring him a purple-tipped brush and inscribe a poem on the wall:

"The phoenix and luan jeweled tent is a magnificent sight, adorned with exquisite gold leaf."

"The distant mountains are verdant, and the dancing sleeves reflect the rosy clouds."

"Pear blossoms, glistening with rain, vie in their beauty; peonies, shrouded in mist, display their alluring charm."

"But if she is alluring and capable, she can be brought back to Chang Le to serve the king."

However, his action terrified Shang Rong, who immediately cried out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you mustn't!"

"Nuwa is an ancient goddess, the holy mother of humanity; how can she be so blasphemed..."

But he had only spoken half a sentence when it seemed as if something had choked him, and he could no longer utter the words he was about to say.

At this moment, he remembered what Su Yuan had said in the hall, and he felt a chill run through his body, freezing in place as he suddenly shivered.

"It's fate, it's fate."

"Is it truly Heaven's will to destroy my Great Shang Dynasty...?"

He stared at the erotic poems on the wall, murmuring them softly, while cold sweat had already soaked the back of his clothes.

Soon, Di Xin finished composing his poem and returned to the palace, full of pride and satisfaction.

Reaching the entrance of the Nuwa Palace, he turned back to look at Shang Rong, who was standing there in a daze, and asked with displeasure, "Prime Minister, you've finished offering incense. Why aren't you coming back to court with me? What are you standing there for?"

Upon hearing this...

Shang Rong, with her white hair, seemed to be awakened as if from a dream.

Then, with a pained expression, he pointed to the lewd poem on the wall: "Your Majesty, why don't you take a look at what you wrote on the wall?"

At this moment, the evil wind in Nuwa's palace subsided, and Di Xin's mind seemed to be slowly returning to normal.

"What did I write?"

Di Xin paused, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He wondered what he had written that had frightened the usually composed old prime minister so much.

Immediately, following the direction Shang Rong pointed, Di Xin's gaze finally settled on the poem on the wall, and he couldn't help but recite it: "The phoenix and luan jeweled tent is a magnificent sight, its gilded decorations are exquisite... Take it back to Chang Le to serve the king."

"This, this, this was written by me?"

After reading the lewd poem aloud, Di Xin's body trembled violently, and he was stunned on the spot, his heart filled with a turbulent storm.

At this moment, he seemed to realize that after being blown by that evil wind, his every move had become involuntary.

"How dare you!"

"I am the Human Emperor, who dares to harm me?"

When Di Xin regained his senses, his face turned ashen.

He roared, looking in fear at the empty space in the hall as he angrily rebuked.

Unfortunately, nothing unusual or disturbing happened in Nuwa's Palace at this time.

Only that lewd poem remained quietly on the wall, along with the trembling, fearful guards around it.

Seeing Di Xin's appearance, Shang Rong frowned, knowing that there must be a reason for this.

After speaking, he stepped forward and asked in a low, deliberate voice:

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

As he spoke, he placed his suspicions on Su Yuan.

"Your Majesty, could it be that the sorcerer wants to become the Imperial Advisor, and has...?"

Unexpectedly, before he could voice his suspicions, Di Xin decisively interrupted him, saying, "It couldn't be him."

After a moment of distraction.

Emperor Xin, as expected of a great emperor, immediately calmed down.

He glanced coldly at the empty space above him, and remembering some doubts in his mind, he immediately waved his hand and said, "Guards, remove the poems from the wall and quickly return to the palace."

Having said that, he took the lead and stepped onto the holy cross, returning to Chaoge City.

Half a day later.

Outside the Emperor's Palace, Emperor Xin looked solemnly at Shang Rong, who was following behind him, and instructed Bi Qian and the others: "You all stay outside the palace. No one is allowed to enter without my order."

Having said that, he left the crowd looking at each other in bewilderment and stepped into the Emperor's Palace alone.

Upon entering the hall, when he saw Su Yuan sitting quietly, he clasped his hands together and solemnly said, "I, Emperor Xin, wish to take the Daoist Master as my teacher and regard you as my National Preceptor."

"I only beg Master Su to save my Great Shang from this calamity."

Upon hearing Di Xin's words, Su Yuan did not get up to answer.

Instead, he calmly looked at Di Xin and slowly said, "Oh, Your Majesty, don't you suspect that I was the one who sent that evil wind?"

Su Yuan had barely finished speaking.

Di Xin immediately shook his head and said firmly, "I have no doubt."

Seeing the other party's certainty, Su Yuan couldn't help but feel curious: "Why?"

"I think the position of Grand Preceptor of the Great Shang Dynasty is not worth offending a sage."

Su Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this answer.

"hehe."

"A good reason."

Emperor Xin's wisdom and decisiveness once again exceeded his expectations.

As he spoke, a satisfied smile appeared on Su Yuan's face.

Di Xin's answer, though simple, went straight to the heart of the matter.

Indeed, in the primordial world, Nuwa was already one of the most powerful and omnipotent beings. Which cultivator would dare to risk offending a saint by writing obscene poems to blaspheme her for the position of Grand Preceptor of the Great Shang Dynasty?

In the blink of an eye.

Only then did Su Yuan rise from the ground. He looked at Di Xin and slowly said, "Alright."

"In that case, from this day forward I shall be the Grand Preceptor of the Shang Dynasty."

"I will accept you as my disciple."

Su Yuan's voice was slow and firm, echoing slightly in the Emperor's Palace.

Name: Di Xin

Age: 36

[Realm: Peak of Martial General]

[Evaluation: First-class genius (blessed by the Human Emperor) can take on apprentices, base return ratio: 10000 times]

When Su Yuan accepted Di Xin as his disciple, several lines of text, visible only to him, suddenly appeared before his eyes without warning and began to flicker.

And Emperor Xin obtained Su Yuan's permission.

His face lit up with joy, and he immediately bowed respectfully, saying, "Di Xin greets his teacher."

"Please, teacher, tell me, who exactly is harming me at the Nuwa Temple?"

Having just become a disciple, Di Xin was eager to find out the real culprit behind his plot.

Unexpectedly, Su Yuan did not rush to answer.

Instead, he waved his hand and said, "This person is too powerful. You will know in time. It is not convenient to say his name here, lest it arouse a response."

As he spoke, Su Yuan summoned the Yu Emperor Cauldron, which floated in front of the two of them.

"this?"

Gazing at the large, dark blue-green cauldron, three feet three inches in diameter, Di Xin's eyes narrowed sharply, and he blurted out, "The Yu Emperor's Cauldron!"

As soon as the Yu Emperor's Cauldron appeared, he immediately sensed the massive amount of human fortune hidden within it, which was churning endlessly, by virtue of his authority as the human emperor.

"Indeed, this is the Yu Emperor's Cauldron."

Su Yuan was not surprised to see Di Xin's astonishment.

He slowly explained, "Di Xin, you are the Human Emperor. Since you have already become my disciple, consider this Yu Emperor Cauldron as a gift from your master."

After saying this, he waved the Yu Emperor Cauldron and presented it to Emperor Xin.

Just as Di Xin received the Yu Emperor's Cauldron with both hands...

Su Yuan's eyes lit up.

The familiar system voice finally rang in his ears.

In an instant, a golden light, as unpredictable as a small fish, appeared silently deep in Su Yuan's mind.

[You bestowed the Yu Imperial Cauldron upon your disciple, King Zhou Di Xin, and received a ten-thousand-fold return, returning the spirit of the long river of human destiny.]

[Note: The Spirit of the River of Humanity's Fortune is the spirit of awakened human consciousness. Through it, one can communicate with and borrow the power of the River of Humanity's Fortune, obtain the status of the Ancestor of Humanity, and help awaken and gather the fortune of humanity.]

"Holy crap!"

I saw those few lines of text that flickered faintly before my eyes, text that only I could see.

Su Yuan almost broke down in excitement and blurted out.

"The spirit of the long river of human destiny!"

"The status of an ancestor of humanity!"

As expected of a Human Emperor-level returnee, it seems that his initial plan to come to Chaoge and personally participate in the process of becoming a god was the right one.

Putting everything else aside, this return alone is enough for him to have the capital to establish himself in the primordial world.

What is the concept of borrowing the power of the long river of human destiny?

This is equivalent to gaining the status and position of a humanitarian advocate.

Although humanity has not yet awakened, its power is far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Well known.

The primordial world has three paths: Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.

Hongjun is the representative of the Heavenly Dao. After merging with the Dao, Hongjun became the Heavenly Dao and directly controlled its power.

Houtu is the representative of the underworld, and she controls the power of the six realms of reincarnation.

However, due to various schemes, Houtu's control over the Earthly Dao did not match the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Humanity was suppressed and stifled in its infancy. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors sat in the Fire Cloud Cave, but none of them became saints to awaken the consciousness of humanity and take control of it.

With a flicker of his eyes, Su Yuan was filled with excitement.

"With the spirit of the River of Humanity's Fortune, I can borrow its power to possess near-saintly strength. This means I will have a trump card to face the Investiture of the Gods and reveal my true power."

He pondered to himself.

Su Yuan murmured to himself, but his expression remained calm.

He suppressed his excitement and calmly watched as Di Xin held the Yu Emperor's Cauldron, unsure of how to put it away.

I couldn't help but shake my head.