Yang Jian gazed up at the vault of heaven and faintly saw the Emperor Star swaying.
The successive Human Emperors of the Shang Dynasty in this world all relied on Human Dao Fortune to cultivate the path of Human Immortals. Though they were Human Emperors, they were also Human Immortals. The twenty-nine Human Emperors of Great Shang had all been invincible across the world for several decades, only to perish swiftly after stepping down.
It was because their fortune shifted, and they themselves could not bear such overwhelming cultivation.
This sight was the omen of a change in the Shang Huang throne.
In other words, that King Zhou of Shang was about to ascend the throne.
"Whether Western Zhou destroys Zhou or Shang destroys Western Zhou, it has nothing to do with us anymore."
On the eaves of another building, Nezha wore an indifferent expression.
"We came to search for that person's traces, not to go through this so-called Investiture of the Gods..."
Nezha spoke casually, but inwardly, he felt nothing but disgust.
"It is not that simple."
Yang Jian's gaze was calm as he said lightly,
"The false body I slew before was both the trace I had branded into time and space that this world captured, and my foothold in this world. By killing him, I replaced him. If I do not act according to his trajectory, this world will reject me."
"Just as it is doing to you now."
Nezha frowned, looking irritated. "What a hateful world..."
"With Great Shang holding such a tremendous advantage in this world, even if that King Zhou of Shang incurs the wrath of heaven and man alike, I imagine nothing major will happen..."
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and stepped into the night, vanishing from sight.
"Let us go. We should