System's New Task
In the Endless Void, a figure stood out from nowhere, without any fluctuation of magical power around him, yet he made the surrounding violent Chaos Qi as gentle as a lamb.
At this moment, he was holding a stunningly beautiful figure in his arms.
It is the Primordial Heavenly Dao!
The Heavenly Dao Incarnation struggled violently, and the surrounding void crumbled inch by inch due to her emotions, only to be smoothed out in an instant by the invisible aura surrounding Chu Feng.
"Open!"
A cool and authoritative voice echoed in the void, tinged with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.
Chu Feng lowered his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and tightened his grip on his arm even more.
"You're mine now, so don't be shy."
The Heavenly Dao Incarnation's struggles gradually weakened, as if it had resigned itself to its fate, and a ripple stirred in its Dao heart.
She stopped resisting and let Chu Feng hold her in his arms.
Just then, the system's voice rang in Chu Feng's mind.
[The Investiture of the Gods Calamity Phase Quests have been officially released.]
[Mission Objective: To gain complete control over the trajectory of the Investiture of the Gods Calamity.]
[Mission Reward: All of the host's current mana will be converted into Primordial Chaos Power!]
Upon hearing this, Chu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.
He was somewhat puzzled.
"System, I have already attained the realm of the Great Dao, why do I still need to convert the Primordial Chaos Power?"
It should be understood that he had long since transcended the primordial Primordial World, and the essence of his power had reached the level of the Great Dao.
Hongjun would weep upon seeing this, Pangu would feel ashamed.
Wouldn't converting the power be redundant?
The system provides a direct explanation.
[Although you possess the cultivation of the Great Dao Realm, this world is not the Primordial Chaos World; the laws of the Great Dao are incomplete. If you do not perform a power conversion, your magical power will be very unstable.]
[After converting to the Primordial Chaos Power, the effects can be eliminated.]
Chu Feng understood instantly.
"Interesting."
Chu Feng released Tian Dao from his embrace and gently kissed her smooth forehead.
The Heavenly Dao Incarnation trembled slightly, but did not dodge.
Chu Feng smiled nonchalantly, and with a flicker of his figure, he vanished into the Endless Void.
The Yin Shang Dynasty, Chaoge City.
A tall figure leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance, his brows furrowed with unyielding anxiety and gloom. This was none other than the current Human King, Di Xin.
(PS: After much thought, I decided to make Di Xin a male character to make it easier to write the poem-writing plot.)
Recently, rumors have been spreading Chaoge City.
They say he is disrespectful to the gods, cruel and inhumane, which may incur divine wrath and popular resentment, bringing disaster and destroying the 600-year-old foundation of the Great Shang.
These rumors were making him very upset.
He, Human King by birth, ruling over all directions, why should he have to obey the whims of some damned god?
Just as Di Xin was feeling troubled, a voice carrying a faint smile rang out behind him without warning.
"Your King of Shang, how have you been?"
Di Xin's muscles tensed instantly, and he turned around abruptly.
Suddenly, a young man dressed in black appeared behind them.
The young man had a handsome face, deep eyes, and a faint smile on his lips as he quietly looked at him.
"Who are you?!"
Di Xin's pupils contracted sharply, and he demanded an answer in a stern voice.
This is the imperial palace, heavily guarded. For this person to appear behind me so silently, his strength is simply unfathomable!
He instinctively gripped the sword at his waist, alarm bells ringing in his mind.
Chu Feng looked at Di Xin, who was wary, but didn't care about the hostility in his tone. He then released a hint of his own power.
Di Xin felt an unparalleled pressure bearing down on him, as if he were facing not a person, but an entire vast universe. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.
Fortunately, as the current Human King, he was protected by the luck of the Human Race, which allowed him to barely stand firm.
He was horrified. Who was this person? How could he be so terrifying!
"I am Chu Feng, the former Saint Father of the Human Race, and I have come today to assist you."
Human Race Saint Father?
Di Xin was greatly shocked.
He had heard the legend of the Saint Father of the Human Race since he was a child from the epics of the Human Race.
That is a being older and greater than the Three Sovereigns Five Emperors and Five Emperors, the true progenitor and guardian deity of Human Race!
But isn't that something that only exists in myths and legends?
Di Xin suppressed the shock in his heart, his eyes still sharp.
As a king, he never easily trusted anyone.
"If you are truly Saint Father, why are you helping me? There's no such thing as a free lunch," he asked in a deep voice, his instinctive suspicion stemming from his imperial ambitions.
"Hehe."
Chu Feng chuckled, quite appreciating his vigilance.
He didn't explain much, but pointed to a spot, and a soft ball of light burst forth from his fingertip.
Within the ball of light, a series of magnificent scenes flashed by. A woman Creation of Humans from clay...
Di Xin's pupils dilated suddenly. He could see clearly that there was a man standing next to the woman who created the Human Race!
The man was none other than Chu Feng standing before them!
"I have attained the realm of the Great Dao and have long since ceased to concern myself with worldly affairs."
Chu Feng withdrew the ball of light and spoke calmly, "But the Human Race is ultimately my child, and I cannot bear to see them become someone else's pawn."
His gaze was deep. He paused for a moment, then continued, "The Investiture of the Gods Calamity Preaching the Dao of the Gods has begun. The Western Religion to the East and seize the destiny of the Human Race."
If I do not help you, your great King of Shang will be on the verge of collapse in an instant."
Di Xin looked at Chu Feng, and the shock from the scene, coupled with these words that went straight to the heart, completely shattered his defenses.
He understood.
Those damned gods, they treat Human Race as playthings and Human King as pawns!
A fierce rage ignited in his heart, not only for his own fate, but also for the fate of the entire Human Race!
After a long silence, Di Xin took a deep breath and suddenly knelt on one knee before Chu Feng, "If the Saint Father can truly help my Human Race escape this fate, Di Xin is willing to obey all the Saint Father's commands!"
"Good."
The next day.
In the main hall of Chaoge, civil and military officials stood on both sides, creating a solemn atmosphere.
Di Xin sat high on his throne, his face ashen, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Shang Rong, holding an ivory tablet, stepped out from the ranks, bowed deeply, and said, "Your Majesty!"
"Recently, rumors have been rampant in the city, and disasters such as floods and earthquakes have occurred frequently, causing widespread panic among the people."
This old minister observed the celestial phenomena last night and concluded that it was because Your Majesty had long neglected to offer sacrifices to the gods and showed disrespect to Heaven, thus incurring the wrath of the deities!
"The Empress Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, Creation of Humans from clay; her merits are immeasurable. We earnestly request Your Majesty to visit the Nuwa Palace on the fifteenth of the third month to offer incense and prayers, to pray for the well-being of our Great Shang and all its people, and to appease the wrath of Heaven!"
Shang Rong spoke with great emotion, tears streaming down her face.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bi Gan, Weizi, and other ministers stepped forward to echo his words.
"We earnestly request Your Majesty to go to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense and reassure the people!"
"We implore Your Majesty to consider the well-being of the people and appease the wrath of Heaven!"
The entire hall was instantly filled with people kneeling down.
Hearing the heartfelt words of his ministers, Di Xin's face turned ashen, and his hands, resting on the armrests of the throne, clenched unconsciously.
What a blatant act of "disrespect for the gods"!
What a fine example of "for the benefit of all people"!
If it were yesterday, he might have been moved by these words, but now, all he felt was a chilling killing intent.
These idiots!
They had no idea that their so-called advocacy for the people was actually a trap that had been set for them, for the Great Shang, and for the entire Human Race —a trap from which there was no escape!
Should we go to the Nuwa Palace to offer incense?
I fear that when the time comes, Di Xin will be utterly disgraced, and the Great Shang will be destroyed...