With the departure of the Nine Cauldrons, Heaven and Earth suddenly fell silent.
On the Fields of Mingtiao, after Si Gui self-destructed, the surviving Xia troops knelt and surrendered one after another.
Shang Tang stood atop his chariot, looking around with a complicated expression.
There was a hint of joy on his face, but even more was the lingering fear. Si Gui's final act had been utterly insane.
If not for the successive upheavals that had interrupted Si Gui's schemes, not only would they have been buried with him, but Great Xia itself would have been left in utter ruin.
Kong Xuan put away the Phoenix Staff and flew down beside Shang Tang, patting him on the shoulder. "The situation is settled. Order the army to march straight for Mount Tai City, so no further complications arise.."
Shang Tang drew a deep breath and bowed respectfully. "Yes!"
He then mobilized the army under his command and marched straight toward Mount Tai City.
He also issued a military order: "All those who surrender are to be spared! The people of Great Xia are also people of the Shang Kingdom. We must not add to the killing!"
Kong Xuan gazed into the distance. He could sense Great Xia's Fortune slowly collapsing, while the Shang Kingdom's Fortune had become as radiant as the midday sun.
Amid repeated roars, the Qi Fortune Flood Dragon slowly began to change shape, transforming toward the Fortune Mystic Bird.
With Si Gui's death, Great Xia's Fortune collapsed. After peals of thunder, the Primordial Continent began to rain blood.
The wind howled, and the blood rain fell without end, as if it were burying this great Fortune Dynasty known as Great Xia.
The Shang Kingdom's army was like a sharp sword. Before the many Vassal Lords could react, it