From this day forward, my imperial title shall be Di Xin!

Deep within the royal palace of Great Shang's Chaoge.

The mournful tolling of funeral bells echoed over the entire city, lingering without end.

The Common Lord of the human race, King Di Yi of Great Shang, had passed away!

The heavy atmosphere weighed so heavily upon everyone that they could scarcely breathe. The entire city was draped in white mourning cloth.

Countless human civilians knelt along both sides of the streets, weeping bitterly in the direction of the royal palace.

During Di Yi's reign, he had governed diligently and built tremendous merit by allowing the human race to rest and recover.

Now that he had departed this world, who would take command of Great Shang's realm?

Within the Great Hall of the royal palace, the civil and military officials stood solemnly in two rows, dressed in heavy mourning attire.

At the center of the Great Hall stood a burly figure, towering like an iron pagoda.

He stood nine feet tall, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his entire body emanating a suffocating aura of dominance.

He was none other than Di Yi's third son, Zi Shou!

"The Great King has passed. A nation cannot go a single day without a ruler."

Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong, holding the King-Striking Golden Whip, slowly stepped out from the ranks, his voice ringing with force.

"By the late king's final decree, the throne is passed to Third Prince Zi Shou!"

"Your subjects pay respects to the new king!"

Led by Wen Zhong, the entire court of civil and military officials fell to their knees in unison, their cries of "Long live the king!" shaking the hall.

Zi Shou said nothing. He merely gazed quietly at the throne that symbolized the highest authority of the human race.

His eyes were as deep as the sea,