Phi-Fic Chapter 532 Inviting those listed on the Three Realms Rankings to perform the Investiture of Gods Ce
Chapter 532 Inviting those listed on the Three Realms Rankings to perform the Investiture of Gods Ce
The trend of the world is inevitable.
The Shang dynasty was doomed to perish, and the Zhou dynasty followed in its footsteps.
Yin Shou stood up, raised his greatsword, and shouted:
"Soldiers of Chaoge, stand with me and fight the enemy!"
Yin Shou descended from the Deer Terrace, mounted his horse, and led his remaining troops out.
Daji watched his retreating figure and suddenly burst into tears:
"He will die. He will surely die on this trip."
Her eyes were glazed over, and she caught a glimpse of that figure out of the corner of her eye. It was like seeing her last straw. Daji pleaded, tears streaming down her face:
"Gods, gods, please save the king!"
Yang Jiao glanced at Daji, shook her head, and left.
Only Daji suddenly collapsed to the ground, clenching her fists tightly.
This battle belongs solely to Ji Fa and Yin Shou.
During the transition between emperors.
Originally, Ji Fa would have been no match for Yin Shou, but Yin Shou, who had just exhausted all his Ziwei True Qi, was no longer as strong as before.
Ji Fa, on the other hand, was young and strong.
From sunrise to nightfall, the two men, panting, exchanged blows, their swords flashing and shadows clashing.
No one was willing to let their guard down.
The Xiqi army broke through the nine palace gates, and the soldiers holding torches surrounded the two. Armor was scattered all over the ground, and corpses littered the field.
"The Yin Shang dynasty is doomed; resistance is futile." Ji Fa pointed his sword forward.
With a bang, sparks flew as the sword struck Yin Shou's longsword.
The reign of the Shang dynasty lasted for six hundred years, and today it comes to an end here.
Yin Shou chuckled, his black hair now streaked with gray. "Little brat Ji Fa."
He aimed his sword straight for Ji Fa's throat, his attack ruthless.
The clash of swords and the shadows of gunfire made the scene even more tragic.
Ji Fa hurriedly leaned back to avoid the fatal blow, but a bloody gash appeared on his shoulder, and the blood-stained clothes formed a strange pattern.
Yang Jiao stared at it, gritting her teeth: "The Jade Disc of Creation!"
The blood flowing from Ji Fa's shoulder formed the shape of a jade disc of creation on his clothes, indicating that the Ancestor Hongjun had intervened!
He secretly planned to use Ji Fa to take the life of King Yin Shou of Shang in order to reclaim the Ziwei True Qi.
With this pattern on his body, Ji Fa was as if divinely aided. With a single sword strike, he directly pushed the incredibly strong Yin Shou back several steps, barely managing to stay upright by using his sword. The bluestone bricks beneath his feet cracked and collapsed instantly.
Yin Shou suddenly looked up: "You little brat Ji Fa, using magic?"
"Absurd! I have never practiced Taoist arts!" Ji Fa shouted angrily.
Yang Jiao knew that this was the work of Hongjun Laozu.
Having finally brought the fortune back to the human race, how could Yang Jiao possibly let him have his way?
She secretly observed Yin Shou's condition, and lightly transferred primordial Qi to his fingertips.
Suddenly, the dragon and phoenix patterns on Yin Shou's royal robe opened their sharp eyes, as if they had come to life, and began to move across the robe.
Yin paused, then snorted:
"In that case, it can be considered fair."
Only the Primordial Qi, with the blessing of the Hongjun Ancestor, has a chance of winning; even the Primordial Purple Qi cannot.
After all, the Ancestor Hongjun possessed three thousand strands of Primordial Purple Qi, but he had none of the Primordial Qi.
Yin Shou's fate can be either victory or defeat. Even if he dies by Ji Fa's sword, he cannot allow Hongjun Laozu to use Ji Fa to seize the human race's destiny again.
Yang Jiao's eyes darkened slightly.
The Investiture of the Gods will surely come to an end tonight.
Her mood became even heavier.
Looking around, apart from Jiang Ziya, the destined presiding over the conferment of gods, and himself, the righteous god of pure bliss appointed by the Heavenly Court, there were no other Taoists among them.
Through the distorted heat of the firelight, a deep unease surfaced in Yang Jiao's eyes.
At the investiture ceremony, the moment you choose to be on the list of gods, the person who was manipulated by Heaven will change from Yin Shou to yourself.
They have completely moved from the shadows into the light.
Ziwei True Qi could protect Yin Shou, but could the Primordial Qi protect itself?
Broken tiles and jade fragments littered the ground, and the beams and pillars of the nine-tiered palace collapsed.
Firelight was everywhere.
The once luxurious and magnificent Lutai was reduced to ruins during the great war.
The bells hanging from the eaves jingled and tinkled, like a heavy funeral dirge.
The soldiers of Xiqi and Yinshang fought each other to the last moment for their respective countries.
However, the morale of the Shang dynasty was far lower than that of the Western Zhou.
The enemy forces breached the main city, and they could barely hold onto their swords, spears, and halberds.
"Kill! Kill the Yin Shang army, and Xiqi will be victorious!"
"Charge! The final battle!"
"For the fallen soldiers of Xiqi, charge!"
The sounds of charging and fighting filled the entire Lutai Terrace.
At that moment, Yin Shou abruptly sheathed his sword, watching as his palace was gradually consumed by flames.
His face alternated between light and shadow.
The planet Monarch was dim in the night sky and almost invisible.
Yin Shou burst into laughter, looking up at the sky:
"Hahaha, hahaha, Xiqi, what a fine Xiqi!"
"The Mandate of Heaven has returned to Zhou? The Mandate of Heaven has returned to Zhou! The six-hundred-year-old foundation of the Shang Dynasty has been destroyed in my hands."
Ji Fa had previously managed to turn the tide against Yin Shou, but now, with equal strength, Ji Fa was powerless to resist.
Yin Shou swung his sword and knocked him back.
He kicked off the bluestone bricks with his back foot, sending up countless fragments, and then his figure moved with lightning speed, suddenly appearing in front of Ji Fa.
Raise your hand!
"Your Majesty!" Jiang Ziya exclaimed in terror.
But Yin Shou didn't raise a sword; instead, he grabbed Ji Fa by the collar and yanked him sharply, whispering a warning to everyone who was confused:
"Boy, no matter how well you govern the Zhou Dynasty, remember, the fate of humanity must not be lost!"
As he watched the Shang soldiers fall one by one in his final moments, he finally came to his senses.
It was all too late, or rather, it seemed that the person I once was had been bewitched by something.
Yin Shou looked at his own hands and couldn't believe that he had done those things.
"Grand Tutor, I have failed your teachings."
In the firelight, Yin Shou seemed to see Grand Tutor Wen Zhong leading him by the hand through the palace, earnestly admonishing him: "Your Highness, when you grow up, you must become a wise ruler."
Through the black smoke from the burning building.
Yin Shou's vision blurred; the figures in the smoke were like ghosts, each one incredibly familiar to him.
"Flying Tiger...Chanyu..."
Ji Fa looked at Yin Shou, who seemed to have lost his soul, and forcefully pulled his collar back, answering solemnly:
"You don't need to remind me, I will ensure that the people live in peace and prosperity."
Yin Shou awkwardly withdrew his hand.
With a loud clang.
The longsword fell to the ground.
He turned around and slowly walked towards the Deer Terrace.
The soldiers of Xiqi proposed to Ji Fa:
"Your Majesty, King Zhou is currently insane. Why not take this opportunity to kill him?"
"Shut up!" Ji Fa shouted.
He only watched Yin Shou's figure gradually disappear into the dust and smoke before turning his head away.
Lu Taichung.
Daji carefully groomed herself, her face exquisite and her demeanor graceful. As Yin Shou walked up step by step, she greeted him with a charming smile.
"Your Majesty..."
Yin Shou pulled her into his arms, using some force, then released her.
"Take care, my beloved consort."
Daji was taken aback for a moment, then put on her usual smiling face again, and despite Yin Shou's shoving, she pressed herself against him again, speaking softly:
"Your Majesty, Daji will not go anywhere. She will accompany you no matter what you want to do."
Yin Shou looked at her intently, "My beloved consort is a fox who has cultivated for a thousand years. She can continue to cultivate even after leaving the palace."
Upon hearing this, Daji's smile froze.
"Your Majesty?"
he knows!
He always knew he was a monster?
Daji could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face. Beneath her tearful gaze lay a sense of relief.
"Since Your Majesty knows that I am a fox spirit and still treats me so well, then Daji will die with you to repay this kindness."
Yin Shou sighed softly and knocked the candlestick over.
Flames licked the beams and pillars of the Deer Terrace, and the wind tore the fire even more fiercely.
Yin Shou asked, "I still don't know what my beloved concubine originally looked like."
Daji transformed herself, and the appearance that appeared before her was completely different from Daji's original appearance; she was not even half as beautiful as Su Daji from Jizhou.
Yin Shou, however, looked at it with particular seriousness.
"My beloved concubine possesses a beauty that could topple kingdoms."
Two intertwined figures walked towards the fire.
Lutai was instantly engulfed in flames.
Jiang Ziya gazed at the magnificent building, then turned and took in the entire city of Chaoge, suddenly feeling relieved.
The Investiture of the Gods has finally come to an end.
His voice resounded throughout the entire Chaoge:
"Those listed on the Three Realms Ranking, please conduct the Grand Ceremony of Conferring Godhood!"