The ritual officials exchanged uneasy glances, not daring to speak.
Wen Zhong strode into the hall. When he saw the two lines of verse on the wall, his expression changed sharply.
But it was already too late.
The sacred statue in Nuwa Hall suddenly trembled.
The instant Di Xin's verses were reflected in its eyes, the sacred statue carved from Five-Colored Stone seemed to come alive.
Its face remained dignified and compassionate, but something indescribable had appeared in its eyes.
It was anger.
The anger of a Saint.
In Wa Emperor Palace, Nuwa slowly opened her eyes.
A Five-Colored Stone mirror floated before her, reflecting the scene in Nuwa Hall.
Di Xin's verses were clearly visible in the mirror. Every word was like a blade stabbing into her eyes.
Nuwa remained silent for a long time, then raised her right hand.
She lightly tapped the empty air with a fingertip.
Three rays of pure light flew from her fingertip, crossed the boundless void, and descended toward Xuanyuan Tomb.
"Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb, hear my command." Nuwa's voice was as cold and clear as an icy spring. "Di Xin, King of Shang, composed verses profaning a Saint on my birthday."
"This is a crime of the utmost sacrilege."
"I command the three of you to infiltrate the Shang Kingdom's royal palace at once. Use your demonic arts of seduction to throw the court into chaos, encourage Di Xin's folly and tyranny, and weaken the Shang Kingdom's fortune."
"When the Shang Kingdom's allotted fortune runs out, someone on the Investiture List will come to take his life."
Within Xuanyuan Tomb, the three demons bowed their heads and accepted the command.
The Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit, the Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit, and the Jade Pipa Spirit sent three streams of demonic aura soaring into