Primordial Chaos: Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, and I, His Master, Can No Longer Lie Low

"Leave?"

Chen Changsheng smiled faintly. Ever since he had arrived in this world, Yang Jian and Di Xin had been the ones who had stayed by his side the longest.

Now they were both leaving, leaving him alone. It was impossible to say his heart felt nothing—but he also knew he could not keep Di Xin here.

After all, Di Xin's cultivation technique lay with the Shang Dynasty. In other words, Di Xin had to first become king before he could receive the blessing of Dynastic Fortune, and only then could he possibly establish a Sacred Dynasty.

Once the fortune of the Sacred Dynasty was added to the whole realm, he himself would become the fortune of the human race. And so long as the Sacred Dynasty did not fall, Di Xin would never decline.

With the blessings of Sacred Dynasty fortune and human race fortune, Di Xin's advancement would only become even faster.

"This disciple is unfilial and cannot remain at Master's side. I beg Master's forgiveness!"

Di Xin dropped to his knees at once, endless grief welling up within him.

Chen Changsheng smiled as he helped him up. "What are you doing? It's not as if your master is dying. Your cultivation technique has destined you not to remain here. Your master understands."

At that, Chen Changsheng sighed. "But remember this: no matter where you are, you are still your master's disciple. You must cultivate diligently and improve as soon as possible, understand?"

In his heart, Chen Changsheng wished for nothing more than Di Xin and Yang Jian to climb ever higher. After all, only when Di Xin and Yang Jian broke through could he break through as well.

Di Xin nodded. "Master, this disciple understands. Rest assured, Master. Once this disciple returns and inherits the throne, Master shall be the Imperial Advisor and receive the respect of all humankind!"

"Don't!"

Chen Changsheng hurriedly stopped him. He was only a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal right now—don't go stirring up so much trouble for your master.

Naturally, he could not say that aloud.

"Your master has no need for such an empty reputation. Remember this: after you leave, you must not mention your master's identity or our sect. Do you understand?"

Chen Changsheng's words left Di Xin utterly dazed. Master truly was an exalted expert—so detached from fame and profit. He must only wish to cultivate wholeheartedly. I absolutely cannot go against Master's words!

"This disciple understands. In that case, this disciple takes his leave!"

Di Xin bowed, then turned to depart.

"Wait!"

Chen Changsheng suddenly spoke. Di Xin immediately halted and looked at Chen Changsheng in confusion.

"Remember this: if you wish to be a king, you must first keep yourself pure. Never indulge in arrogance, extravagance, or debauchery—especially not too much indulgence in women. Do you remember?"

Chen Changsheng remembered very clearly how the Shang Dynasty had fallen. Though it had something to do with the Investiture of the Gods, that legendary Su Daji had also played no small part.

Though Di Xin's fate had been changed by him, Su Daji was still something he had to guard against.

Women?

Di Xin had not expected Chen Changsheng to say such a thing, but he did not dare show the slightest disrespect toward his words.

"This disciple understands. This disciple will remember Master's teachings in his heart for the rest of his life!"

Di Xin bowed once more before finally turning and leaving.

Like Yang Jian, Di Xin had already become an immortal. Naturally, he trod upon the void and sped onward. With the Sacred Dynasty System in hand, he only wished to return to Chaoge as quickly as possible and set everything on the right track.

Chen Changsheng watched Di Xin's departing figure, a smile appearing on his face. "Go on, all of you, go. With the two of you here, your master only needs to sleep soundly and grow stronger."

Li Jing, Chentang Pass's City-Defending General ### Di Xin left Mount Changsheng and hurried onward, wasting little time.

With the Sacred Dynasty System in hand, he could no longer wait to return to Chaoge and carry out his plans.

Master, rest assured. This disciple will definitely establish a Sacred Dynasty and accomplish the great undertaking of the human race. I will never bring shame upon you.

As Di Xin thought this, his steps unconsciously came to a halt.

He stood atop a mountain, gazing at the scene before him with countless emotions stirring in his heart.

"It has been so many years since I left Chaoge. I wonder what it looks like now. Once I cross this mountain, Chaoge should not be far away, right?"

Looking at the familiar scenery before him, Di Xin spread out his senses.

Though nothing had changed much, everything in the surrounding area was now reflected in his mind.

"Hm? This aura—it belongs to warriors of my human race!"

All of a sudden, a fluctuation of aura appeared in his mind, immediately drawing his attention.

"Damn it! The Demon Race dares bully the soldiers of my human race!"

Di Xin had already sensed that the human race warriors were an army, while the ones fighting them were actually members of the Demon Race.

"A mere Profound Immortal dares act so arrogantly? Watch how I deal with you today!"

Di Xin roared. He cultivated to protect the human race. Now that such a thing was happening right before his eyes, how could he possibly stand by and watch?

Elsewhere, a group of human race soldiers was surrounding a gigantic fierce tiger. At that moment, the general leading them was circling and contending with the tiger.

"I never expected this demon to be so formidable. Even General Li is no match for it."

The soldiers below watched the man and tiger with worry. They were merely ordinary soldiers; this kind of battle was already beyond their ability to join.

"No, we cannot simply stand here watching. Pass down the order: use arrows to harass this demon. Even if we can only offer a little help, it is still better than nothing."

At that moment, the leading general was not faring well either.