Chaoge, Nine Chamber Hall.
Ten years had passed in the snap of a finger.
In those ten years, the iron cavalry of the Great Shang Dynasty had trampled across the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands.
The feudal lords who had once carved out their own domains had long since turned to the dust of history; the four barbarian tribes had submitted, and the Nine Provinces had become one.
The Human Race had welcomed an unprecedented true unification.
Today was the final day of the agreement.
Di Xin—or rather, Wu—sat high upon the throne that symbolized the supreme authority of the Human Race.
Below him, Yin Jiao and Yin Hong stood solemnly.
Behind them were the Civil and Military Officials, whose hearts had long since turned to him.
Within the entire great hall, the atmosphere was solemn and austere, so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.
Everyone knew clearly that today would mark the end of one era and the beginning of another.
Wu's gaze slowly swept over his two sons, finally landing on his eldest, Yin Jiao.
"Jiao'er."
"Your son is here." Yin Jiao stepped forward and bowed in answer.
"Today, your father will pass the position of Human Emperor to you."
Wu's words were calm, yet they contained an unquestionable majesty.
He slowly rose and descended from the throne, came before Yin Jiao, and untied the Human Emperor Sword from his waist.
"Royal Father..." Yin Jiao's body trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something.
Wu raised a hand, stopping him.
"These ten years, you and Hong'er campaigned east and west, rendering unparalleled service to my Great Shang Dynasty. The territory of the Human Race has already been unified."
"But you must remember, unifying territory is only the beginning."
Wu personally placed the Human Emperor Sword into