Fallen leaves drifted, and flowing waters streamed east. Time always passed in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, more than a decade had passed since Li Yi's earth-shaking battle with Zhunti and Jieyin in the chaos!
Although Wen Zhong had intended to reorganize the court and save the Great Shang Dynasty from collapse after quelling the rebellion in the North Sea, things had not gone according to plan. Flames of war had erupted throughout the Great Shang Dynasty, and Wen Zhong could only campaign from place to place. He had no time to spare at all—how could he reorganize the court?
Without Wen Zhong to keep him in check, King Zhou had become increasingly violent under the growing influence of the demonic seed. He had also grown ever more lustful, adding yet another fuel to the flames in this crumbling edifice!
Among the various rebel forces, Western Qi was the strongest. It had not only a resourceful chancellor like Jiang Ziya, but also powerful cultivators such as Nezha, Yang Jian, and Lei Zhenzi to support it. Its momentum was magnificent, and it seemed poised to swallow up the lands in every direction!
"Hahaha! With all of you fellow Daoists here to help, we'll surely defeat Western Qi in one fell swoop."
Inside the tent, Wen Zhong warmly welcomed the newly arrived Ten Heavenly Lords. A trace of relief showed in his tired eyes. Wen Zhong had worked himself to the bone all these years, campaigning day and night without a moment's rest. Even a man made of iron would have been worn down by now, let alone someone who had just suffered a crushing defeat. How could he not feel exhausted?
"Hmph! Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Wen Zhong. We'll set up the Ten Ultimate Formations and make