The Emperor Shang

"Of course I know. Meng Shenji even had Su Mu send me a message, hoping I would bury the hatchet and join forces with Yang Pan and the three of them to kill Xu Yi and blood-sacrifice three hundred million Xu Family experts." Thanks to the powerful shipbuilding techniques taught by Young Master Xu, the Ancestor God Kingdom had now begun extensive trade with the hundred overseas nations, especially Yunmeng Kingdom. Trade between the two great nations flourished, and all manner of civilizations spread between them. Besides them, there was one more person: Xu Wuyi, who had fought Hong Yi not long ago. Across the boundless continent, the Ancestor God Kingdom was thriving. City after city rose from the ground; markets, ports, great ships, bustling crowds, and all kinds of sects sprang up as well. "Then it won't be long. We've now become Creators; if the three of us join hands, no one can do anything to us. Something major has happened in Yujing City now—we have an opportunity. Let's sneak in." Fang Yuan said, "Hong Yi is exacting savage revenge upon the Hong and Zhao families. Let's go over and see whether we can find an opportunity to plant a seed of unrest in Hong Yi." The Ancestor God Kingdom even possessed many advanced techniques and civilizations from the Central World, and this circulation further fueled the blazing overseas trade. This visitor wore golden robes, flames drifting over them and burning in wisps. The void around his entire body was continuously scorched apart and collapsed by the fire, as if wherever he went, that world would be reduced to ashes by his flames. Yet with Huang Yanyan beside him, she felt not the slightest heat—rather, she even sensed a faint thread of coolness. Upon this altar, aside from the