"I told you already..."
"Since you've done something wrong, you should be prepared to face the consequences, little Nezha!"
These past few years.
Whether it was the dynasty's fortune merely enjoying a last-gasp revival or something else, Di Xin had indeed governed diligently since taking the throne, earning the praise of the court's civil and military officials.
Under Di Xin's rule, Great Shang seemed to be flourishing!
But for some unknown reason.
Yuan Futong and the seventy-two vassal lords of the North Sea suddenly rose in rebellion!
Wen Zhong had no choice but to marshal his troops and head north to quell the rebellion.
In the eyes of Great Shang's civil and military officials, Yuan Futong and the others were no more than a minor nuisance, nothing to worry about.
Everyone thought that once the royal army arrived, Yuan Futong and the seventy-two vassal lords would surely be defeated!
So no one took the matter seriously.
In the third month of that year, according to human custom, it was time to pay respects to the Holy Mother Nu Wa and the other sages of the human race. As usual, Di Xin led his civil and military officials to Nuwa Temple to offer sacrifices.
Standing inside Nuwa Temple, Di Xin offered incense, then surveyed the human sages.
He sighed to himself:
"When will I rank among them and receive the incense offerings of all the people?"
As he pondered this, a gentle breeze suddenly brushed past.
A strange fragrance drifted over. After a moment, Di Xin began to feel drowsy.
The vigor that had once filled Di Xin's eyes gave way to a hazy, unfocused look!
All at once, Di Xin's body shuddered.
"Roar!"
A colossal Fortune Golden Dragon burst out of Di Xin's body. Coiling around him, it roared