The North Sea Pacified, Storms Rise Again in the East Sea

"Great King is personally leading the charge, all generals and soldiers, follow me and bravely slay the enemy!"

The Black Bird soared and wheeled above the battlefield. Wen Zhong raised his golden whip high, his voice like thunder.

Di Xin smiled knowingly, echoing Wen Zhong's shout as he activated the Kongtong Seal. Instantly, a dazzling golden light appeared, floating in the air as if a god had descended!

"By my decree, surrender and live!"

The soldiers all looked up. They saw the golden light but not the person, yet they were certain it was King Di Xin of Shang, the one they must pledge their lives to!

Lowering their heads, the generals united. They struck their armor with their halberds and shouted with all their might:

"The Great King has ordered, surrender and live!"

"The Great King has ordered, surrender and live!"

"The Great King has ordered, surrender and live!"

Wen Zhong laughed heartily, urging his Ink Jade Qilin forward. With a mighty leap, he landed directly before Yuan Futong's central army banner. With a sweep of his golden whip, Yuan Futong's banner snapped!

"Great victory!"

"Great victory!"

"Great victory!"

First, Di Xin manifested, then Wen Zhong broke the enemy's banner. The Shang army's morale surged like a rainbow, their spirits soaring!

In contrast, the Northern Sea rebels, already "defeated like a mountain collapsing," were further tormented by the Shang army. They threw down their tattered swords and spears, surrendering to save their lives.

"Hahaha! My Shang soldiers are indeed valiant. I will await your triumphant return in Chaoge, where I will host a grand feast for all you meritorious officials!"

The Kongtong Seal vibrated, and the destiny of Di Xin above his head grew even more robust. In the dim light, it even carried a faint trace of purple, as if it could ascend another level.

"Clear the battlefield and return victorious!"

Wen Zhong rode his Ink Jade Qilin back and forth across the battlefield. The Heavenly Eye between his brows shot out waves of white light, but he still couldn't find the rebel leader Yuan Futong. Knowing the enemy must have escaped during the chaos, he could only let it go.

Seeing Wen Zhong shake his head, Di Xin didn't seem to care. A mere Yuan Futong, escaping was of no consequence; he wasn't worth another major campaign.

"I will return to Chaoge first. Grand Tutor, gather the strong among the surrendered troops and incorporate them into the army. We will pacify the seventy-two territories of the Northern Sea lords and bring them under the direct jurisdiction of my Yin Shang. Just in case, Kong Xuan will stay to assist you."

As his words fell, Di Xin transformed into a stream of light and headed south, vanishing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"I see Lord Kong Xuan."

Wen Zhong clenched his fists and shouted towards Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan nodded, his expression still gentle.

"It is merely my duty."

The Northern Sea affair was indeed orchestrated by the West. They even sent Maitreya. Fortunately, I had already won over Kong Xuan beforehand; otherwise, this situation would have been difficult to handle.

Di Xin thought as he flew, gradually deviating from his original course and heading southeast.

"Wen Zhong is worthy of his reputation. Two of the famous Eighteen Arhats from the Buddhist sect were heavily injured by him, and he was outnumbered. It's understandable; in the Investiture of the Gods, he fought Yang Jian to a standstill.

Speaking of which, Yang Jian is still at Guanjiang Kou, isn't he? I wonder if he's the handsome version of Erlang Shen, that dashing appearance, tsk tsk."

Di Xin subconsciously touched his mouth, sucking back the tears that had welled up. He didn't correct his course, instead veering even further east.

"Nezha should not have been born yet. My main body needs to remain in Chaoge and cannot move rashly. So, I can only go and see my good son first.

Nezha the Third Prince of the Heavenly Court, vanguard of the war against Zhou. It's time you returned to your godfather's embrace."

Yes, that's right. Di Xin planned to adopt Nezha as his godson and was quite adept at teaching bratty kids. Weren't Yin Hong and Yin Jiao already obedient?

Fengming Qishan was very likely the Heavenly Origin Sect's doing. Given Di Xin's vengeful nature, he certainly wouldn't let this insult slide.

This trip to Chentang Pass was to collect some initial interest from the Heavenly Origin Sect—Jin Zha and Mu Zha! It would be best if he could also win Li Jing over completely. That would be a true clean sweep.

His hands were dark indeed!

"The disciples under the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect seem to be all people of my Yin Shang. And for these individuals to be chosen by the Twelve Golden Immortals, given the Heavenly Origin Sect's character, they must all be exceptional talents, true prodigies!

In the end, they were taken in by the Twelve Golden Immortals as scapegoats for the tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, with no further progress in their cultivation. It's truly a pity.

Oh well, I'll search for those whose names I remember another day and cultivate them myself. I'll see if I can turn these main forces for the war against Zhou into main forces for quelling the rebellion.

Thanks to my main body, my perspective has truly broadened!"

At this moment, in Chentang Pass, Li Jing stood on the formidable city walls, a worried expression on his face.

"Ever since my wife's ten-month pregnancy without childbirth, the East Sea has been experiencing incessant giant waves, as if the heavens were angered! Recently, the waves have grown even higher, and the sound of the surging tide can be heard all the way to Chentang Pass!

Alas! My dear wife, is the child in your womb our child, or... a demon!

Now that the Great King has taken the镇关之宝 Xuanyuan Bow and Sky-Shaking Arrow, and I have not yet achieved immortality and my magic power is weak, what can I use to protect this city and its people?"

"Has the East Sea always been this restless?"

Li Jing stared intently at the East Sea when a calm and commanding voice came from behind him.

Di Xin landed on the city walls, his gaze fixed on the surging giant waves of the East Sea.

"Are those Dragon Clan fellows getting restless and wanting to stir up trouble?"

Li Jing was startled awake by Di Xin. He initially thought some unruly soldier had wandered onto the city walls and turned to scold them, but then froze in place:

"G-Great King? Your subject, Li Jing, Commander of Chentang Pass, greets you, Great King!"

If Li Jing had only seen Di Xin's appearance, he wouldn't have been sure it was Di Xin. However, this clone of Di Xin was condensed from the luck of the Human Race, with the Kongtong Seal at its core.

As long as someone was of the Human Race, they would instinctively recognize his identity and believe in him without question.

"It's merely a clone, no need for such a grand gesture."

Di Xin waved his hand, signaling Li Jing to rise. To his surprise, Li Jing bowed even lower:

"A ruler is a ruler, and a subject is a subject. This is my duty as a subject."

"Then I order you to rise!"

Di Xin frowned. Was Li Jing such a rigid person?

Heh! If he were a loyal, rigid supporter, you wouldn't have become the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King in the Heavenly Court!

"Thank you, Great King!"

Sensing Di Xin's displeasure, Li Jing immediately straightened up. His gaze followed Di Xin's line of sight towards the East Sea:

"Great King, the East Sea has only been turbulent for the past two years. Although there were great storms before, they were never this frequent or fierce."

"And the people by the sea? How are they suffering?"

Di Xin frowned. When something is unusual, there's usually a reason. It's only happened in the last two years; could it be that the Dragon Clan sensed a great calamity and are preparing? Or is some great demon stirring up trouble?

There are few people in the East Sea, and the power he could wield was limited. Even with the Kongtong Seal in hand, he could only unleash one attack of Da Luo level.

This is troublesome!

"Great King, rest assured, there aren't many people by the sea. Your subject has already made arrangements for them..."