A few days later, Yuan Hong took two of his brothers from the Mount Mei Six Monsters and rode the clouds toward the imperial capital of Morning Song.
At this moment, the Yin Shang royal palace was steeped in Death Qi. The officials were scattered and listless, the court order had collapsed, and the imperial grandeur of the days when all kingdoms paid tribute was long gone. Only the area around Star Plucking Tower remained lit through the night.
At Daji's recommendation and persuasion, Di Xin, whose mind had descended into madness, heard that a reclusive Great Being had emerged to aid Shang. He immediately made an exception and issued an edict summoning the three of them to the main hall.
Outside the hall, the civil and military officials all stood with bowed heads in silence. No one held any hope for these reinforcements.
The Western Religion's Disciples had been wiped out, the Imperial Preceptor had fled, and all the feudal lords had rebelled. Great Shang was already rotten wood and a dying candle. No matter who came, they could not reverse its collapse.
In the great hall, Yuan Hong stood tall and imposing. Though he was a demon, he possessed an aura that rose above the mortal world. Neither servile nor arrogant, he faced Di Xin directly.
Before Di Xin could question him, Yuan Hong loudly laid out his plan. "Your Majesty, the Great Trends of the Heavenly Dao may seem to have entirely fallen to Western Qi, but they are strong only on the outside and weak within. The allied armies of the various feudal lords may appear mighty, yet they all follow Western Qi and regard Jiang Ziya as their core.
The allied forces are divided in heart and tangled in factions. They are nothing more than