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This is truly self-deception to the extreme, like burying one's head in the sand.

Ao Run snorted coldly, his heart filled with disdain.

With a gentle slash of her dragon claw in the void, a tiny, almost invisible spatial rift silently appeared beneath the feet of the murderous soldiers, instantly swallowing them along with the blood-soaked land, burying them in the depths of an unknown dimension, leaving not a trace.

Only the official who had been sitting upright on his horse was left behind. He suddenly fell to the ground, staring at his vanished subordinate and the empty space. He was so frightened that he was limp as a board, his crotch was soaked, and his whole body was trembling like a leaf.

He too was annihilated by Ao Run's claws in the next moment.

Qin Chuan's gaze, however, had already passed over these insignificant henchmen and was now fixed on the skies above Chaoge City.

Under his discerning gaze, there was a vast and magnificent river of destiny, dark yellow in color, containing the beliefs and civilizational brilliance of hundreds of millions of people. Like a giant canopy, it enveloped the entire dynasty, intertwined with the earth's veins and people's hearts, and exuded a heart-palpitating pressure.

This is the destiny of humanity!

It was precisely because of the protection of this immense human fortune that King Yin Shou, as the ruler of the Shang Dynasty and the embodiment of the beliefs of hundreds of millions of people, was able to be immune to all kinds of magic to a certain extent, and ordinary immortal techniques and Taoist arts could hardly get close to him.

Even a Great Immortal would find it difficult to directly harm his life.

As for the Heavenly Sage, because his own Dao Fruit is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, he is more deeply bound by the rules of the Heavenly Dao and the law of cause and effect. He is even less able to directly attack the Human King who carries such a huge amount of human destiny, otherwise he will suffer the backlash of destiny and the punishment of the Heavenly Dao.

For this reason, in the original timeline, when Goddess Nuwa was offended by Yin Shou's blasphemous poems and wanted to punish him, she could only send one of the three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb, the Nine-Tailed Fox, to infiltrate the palace and use seductive arts to slowly undermine his kingdom and erode his human destiny, rather than directly killing him.

“Yin Shou…”

Qin Chuan murmured the name that was destined to play an important role in the Investiture of the Gods, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Since he had already decided to join forces with the Tongtian Sect Leader to participate in this Investiture of the Gods war, he would never allow the existence of a "pig teammate" like Yin Shou, who was cruel, muddle-headed, self-destructive, and squandered the vast national strength and human destiny.

Every extra day this person lives is a tremendous depletion of humanity's fortune, and will add countless variables and calamities to the future War of the Gods, leading to the deaths of even more innocent lives.

Seizing the destiny of humanity and restoring order is imperative.

And that so-called Heavenly Law and the karmic constraints, the rule that sages do not go against the tide of history...

Qin Chuan's lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile that transcended everything.

The Heavenly Dao of this realm cannot restrain him.

Chapter 14 The End of a Dynasty

The Chaoge Royal Palace was magnificent and resplendent, with an atmosphere of extravagance permeating its carved beams and painted rafters.

The melodies of string and wind instruments lingered endlessly, like weeping and lamenting, while the dancers displayed their graceful figures and the flowing sleeves that revealed their beauty.

However, King Yin Shou of Shang, who sat on the Nine Dragon Throne, merely rested his chin on one hand, looking down indifferently at the singing and dancing in the hall, his brows furrowed with obvious irritation and anger.

These commonplace performances could no longer stir his increasingly numb senses.

Just as the decadent music filled the palace, the close advisors Fei Zhong and You Hun stepped forward, their faces plastered with obsequious smiles, and bowed deeply, whispering:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations! Su Daji, daughter of Marquis Su Hu of Jizhou, will soon arrive in Chaoge. I have heard that this woman has a face that can shame the moon and flowers, a beauty that can make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, skin as white as snow, and eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as paintings. She is truly a rare beauty in the world!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Shou straightened his previously languid, reclining posture slightly, his slender fingers lightly tapping the gilded armrest, and a hint of interest finally flashed in his eyes:

"Oh? Su Daji..."

A playful smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "How does it compare to the statue of the Goddess Nuwa?"

These words were like a thunderclap in the silent hall!

Fei Zhong and You Hun's fawning smiles froze instantly, cold sweat poured down their foreheads, and their backs were soaked through in an instant.

The princes and ministers standing in the hall were horrified, lowering their heads and not daring to make a sound, their hearts filled with turbulent emotions.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop inside the hall, with only the howling wind outside.

Previously, on the birthday of the Goddess Nuwa, Yin Shou went to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense. Upon seeing the beautiful and radiant statue of Nuwa, he was captivated and lustful, and wrote a blasphemous poem on the palace wall.

All the officials in the court know that Nuwa is an ancient goddess who created humans from clay and mended the sky with stones. She is one of the six saints who were bestowed by the Heavenly Dao and have performed immeasurable merits. She is also the Holy Mother of the human race! Your Majesty's actions are an outrageous act of disrespect!

At this moment, Yin Shou actually compared a mortal woman with the Holy Mother. His arrogance and rebellion were simply outrageous!

However, seeing that his ministers were all silent and trembling with fear, Yin Shou not only didn't take it to heart, but instead laughed loudly, the laughter echoing in the empty hall, carrying a kind of arrogant confidence:

"Why are you so terrified? I am the ruler of all under heaven, ordained by Heaven, and destined for eternal life! I am immune to all laws and all evils! Even a sage could not do anything to me!"

His gaze swept over the trembling courtiers, his tone contemptuous.

The ministers inwardly cursed the king, thinking that he dared to be so unscrupulous because he was relying on the humanistic fortune accumulated by the ancestors of Cheng Tang, which still surrounded him, and that he had no fear of the karmic consequences of being a sage.

But they themselves are afraid!

When a sage is enraged, millions will die and blood will flow for miles. How can these innocent bystanders bear such repercussions?

They could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out, burying their heads even lower, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Just as the atmosphere in the main hall became strangely oppressive—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of heavy footsteps, like the beating of war drums, seemed to tread on the hearts of everyone, and gradually approached, clearly entering the hall.

The footsteps carried a domineering aura originating from the wilderness, each step causing the jade floor of the palace to tremble slightly and dust to fall from the beams and pillars.

"Who dares to be so insolent in this sacred palace?!"

A sharp shout rang out, and a young general, clad in golden armor, with a heroic appearance and imposing presence, stepped forward from the crowd. He was none other than Huang Feihu, the childhood friend of Yin Shou, the Martial King of the Great Shang Dynasty!

He is the leading young military general of the Shang Dynasty, and his martial arts skills are almost divine.

His gaze was sharp as he looked out of the hall.

A middle-aged man of extremely tall and strong build was seen slowly walking into the main hall.

The man was covered in strange, dark red armor with patterns that looked like flowing lava, and a matching cloak fluttered in the wind behind him.

What is most striking is his thick, wild, fiery orange hair, which is casually draped over his shoulders, adding to his wildness.

There was no fluctuation of magical power around him, but the domineering aura that he naturally exuded, which seemed to be able to tear the sky and suppress all beasts, made Huang Feihu's pupils shrink suddenly and his heart scream with alarm. He felt that he was much more terrifying than his teacher, Grand Tutor Wen Zhong, who had already reached the Golden Immortal level!

"Stop him!"

Although Huang Feihu was startled, he was not afraid. At his command, the armored soldiers outside the hall drew their swords and spears, their cold light flashing, and formed a battle formation as they charged toward the orange-haired man.

The man known as the "Lion King" continued walking without stopping, his gaze not even sweeping over the armored soldiers. He simply spoke, yet his voice was like an ancient lion's roar, shaking the heavens and earth:

"By order of the King of the Underworld, the fate of the Shang Dynasty has run its course, and it shall perish! Anyone who dares to obstruct it shall be killed without mercy!"

"Roar--!"

An invisible sound wave erupted with his words!

Ripples spread out visible to the naked eye!

The ground churned and undulated like ocean waves, and the hard gold bricks shattered inch by inch!

The armored soldiers who rushed forward were like fallen leaves swept up by a gale. Their weapons twisted and shattered instantly, and they were scattered in all directions, screaming as they crashed into the pillars and walls, their bones broken and tendons snapped, and they fell to the ground, unable to get up!

Huang Feihu, who was the first to be hit, felt an irresistible force crashing into his chest.

He groaned, his powerful blood and qi almost shattered, his protective aura crumbled like paper, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He slid for more than ten feet before stopping, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was unable to get up for a while!

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"

"A...a monster!"

The royal palace hall instantly descended into chaos.

Loyal and upright ministers such as Bi Gan and Shang Rong suppressed their fear and tried to stand in front of Yin Shou; while treacherous officials such as Fei Zhong and You Hun were already terrified and huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

Only Yin Shou remained seated on the throne, his face showing no fear, but rather a hint of interest.

His internal energy of humanity circulated slightly, easily dissolving the residual power of the invisible sound waves.

He firmly believed that as long as this fortune remained, no supernatural power or magic could harm him in the slightest!

"Who are you, fellow Daoist, daring to cause trouble here?!"

A majestic shout came from beyond the heavens, like a great bell, resounding through the sky, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder!

An old man with a stern face, an imposing presence, a vertical line between his brows, and a divine eye, dressed in court robes, wielding a golden whip that exudes righteous energy and the fluctuations of laws, rode a magnificent black unicorn through the air, surrounded by celestial light and auspicious energy.

He was none other than Wen Zhong, a golden immortal, a veteran of three dynasties of the Shang Dynasty, the teacher of Yin Shou and Huang Feihu, and an outstanding disciple of the Jie Sect for three generations!

He landed in front of the palace, his gaze immediately locking onto the orange-haired lion king, his expression instantly becoming extremely solemn.

With his Golden Immortal cultivation and the divine power of his third eye, he could not see through the other party's strength at all. He could only feel that the other party's body contained a terrifying power like a prehistoric beast. The extremely condensed physical body and blood seemed to be able to shatter stars with a single punch!

His cultivation level is at least at the Taiyi Immortal level!

Wen Zhong's mind raced, guessing that the king must have been ignorant of his own limitations and had offended some reclusive powerhouse.

He suppressed his anger, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the Lion King, and tried to soften his tone:

“Fellow Daoist, this place is the palace of the Great Shang Dynasty, protected by the fortune of my Jie Sect. Your cultivation is hard-won, why get entangled in worldly karma and create enmity with my Jie Sect? Why not leave now? I can decide to let this matter rest.”

He invoked the name of the Jie Sect, hoping to deter the other party and de-escalate the matter.

However, the instant Wen Zhong finished speaking, a deep and calm voice, seemingly imbued with supreme authority, resounded without warning throughout the entire city of Chaoge:

"Lion King, step back."

Upon hearing the sound, the fierce and incomparable lion king did not hesitate at all. He immediately restrained all his aura, respectfully retreated to the side, and stood with his head bowed.

Wen Zhong's heart skipped a beat, and he looked over in horror!

This is a terrifying being at least at the Taiyi Immortal level, yet... he's merely a subordinate?!

Then what level of attainment must its owner be?

The next moment, the void trembled, and an indescribable, vast pressure enveloped the heavens and earth!

Under the gaze of countless astonished eyes, a majestic and magnificent purple dragon tore through the clouds and flew into the sky above the palace. Its body undulated, exuding the powerful dragon might of the Taiyi Immortal Realm!

On the dragon's head, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, looking down at the entire palace as if it were an anthill.

It was Qin Chuan and his steed Ao Run!

Wen Zhong was about to speak when Qin Chuan didn't even look at him, simply flicking his finger casually.

Wen Zhong felt the laws of space around him were instantly altered, and the scene before his eyes swirled wildly, as if he had traveled through endless time and space!

When he came to his senses, he found himself no longer in Chaoge, but outside an overseas immortal island shrouded in immortal energy and imbued with the natural charm of the Dao. The island's rocks resembled giant turtles, and its palaces were majestic. The plaque above the island bore three Daoist runes—Biyou Palace!

"A saint...a saint?!"