Only within the Great Hall did two figures who should have died long ago stand safe and sound.
Shang Rong and Bi Gan!
The gruesome ends of these two loyal pillars of Great Shang—one supposedly having his heart cut out in a final act of loyalty, the other dashing himself against a pillar to die for his kingdom—had all been lies!
In an instant, the three Saints' pupils contracted. Thunder exploded in their minds, and bone-chilling dread and overwhelming fury surged straight into their Dao Hearts!
They understood the whole truth at once!
Every scene of loyal ministers dying horribly, of a tyrannical king, of a court descending into chaos had been part of an astounding performance meticulously staged by King Zhou from beginning to end!
Before all the immortals and gods, before the Saints of every heaven, he had acted at every turn, layering disguise upon disguise. He had sullied his own name, endured in silence, and lain low, personally staging the illusion of a decaying dynasty whose ruler had been abandoned by everyone.
He had kept every immortal, Buddha, and Saint in the dark, convincing them utterly and luring them into his game, letting them advance the Investiture of the Gods Calamity step by step!
The exalted Three Pure Ones and Western Two Saints, who governed the Heavenly Dao's measure tribulations and divined the secrets of countless ages, had been toyed with by a mere mortal monarch for years!
Towering fury roiled wildly in the three Saints' chests. Their sacred hearts seethed, and they nearly lost control and descended to crush the mortal world!
Yet just as their saintly might was about to run rampant, the Human Dao's fortune throughout Zhaoge City suddenly gathered and manifested with a thunderous roar!
A boundless, vast, and weighty golden canopy of