Time flew by, and three eras passed in the blink of an eye. The farcical human race drama that had become a laughingstock had long since settled into dust.
Tai Ding had long ascended the throne. To him, the position of Human Emperor had been quite a bargain.
He had been diligent throughout his life, strictly observing the human race's proper bounds and never daring to overstep the Heavenly Dao by even half a step. Through Human Race Fortune, he had reached the Martial Path Heavenly Immortal realm, but he had ultimately lacked a sliver of opportunity and failed to knock open the gates to the Martial Path Golden Immortal realm.
Time was merciless. Tai Ding had reached the moment when his oil was spent and his lamp was running dry, his life nearing its end.
Di Yi was about to ascend the throne.
Within the depths of Chaoge's palace, undercurrents had long been stirring.
The old ministers, who had already been replaced through several generations, gazed at the Human Emperor banner hanging high outside the hall with complicated expressions. The lesson of Wu Yi's wrath against Heaven remained vivid in their minds. Though it had not affected the human race's common folk, Human Emperor Tai Ding had spent his entire life walking on thin ice just to barely keep the Shang Dynasty running steadily.
Now that it was being handed to Di Yi, what would become of it?
The Human Emperor Seal, whose corner had been blasted away by Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, had long since been restored. It lay quietly upon the altar of the succession ceremony, waiting for its new master to lift it.
Yet a faint trace of tribulation lightning still seemed to linger upon the seal, silently warning those who came after: the majesty of