After hearing Zhenyuanzi out, Li Jing pondered for a moment before reassuring him, "General Li, there's no need to worry. In my view, your third son will soon be born. When your wife is about to give birth, just use the Thousand Mile Mirror to send me word right away."
Hearing this, Li Jing nodded in relief and replied, "Understood, Imperial Teacher. I'll keep your words in mind. If anything happens, I'll report it to you at once."
Zhenyuanzi nodded in satisfaction and waved him off. "Excellent. You may return now. Take good care of your wife and the child in her womb."
Li Jing bowed again and, after thanking Zhenyuanzi, turned to leave.
It was the seventh year of Di Xin's reign, a bright spring day in the third month. Grass was lush, birds flitted through the air, and flowers bloomed everywhere. Under a brilliant sun and a gentle breeze, Human Sovereign Di Xin followed the yearly custom of leading his ministers and attendants to burn incense and pray at Nuwa's temple.
The annual visit had always gone smoothly, but this year, something unexpected was bound to happen. For at that very moment, an unwelcome visitor with ill intentions was making his entrance—Daoist Zhunti, the Western Sect's second leader.
Zhunti had long resented the abundant Human Race Destiny possessed by the Human Race, but he had never managed to claim any of it.
As he watched the Human Race flourish, his anxiety grew. After carefully considering the matter, Zhunti came up with a plan: if he could somehow make Di Xin anger Empress Nuwa and damage Great Shang's National Fortune, the Human Race Destiny would naturally diminish as well. Then he could seize the chance to claim a share.
So Zhunti, who had planned this in advance, lay in