The newly founded Tu King Dynasty began to expand.
Its forces surged toward the surrounding worlds like a tide, frantically building their strength and bringing more people under their rule before King Yu's army arrived. People from every quarter came bearing provisions and followed them, and the realm brimmed with life.
"The proclamation lists ten crimes committed by King Yu. The second is disrespect toward gods and spirits..."
Jiang Ding pondered in silence.
This generation's king of men seemed intent on throwing in his lot with the gods, becoming their dog in exchange for a sliver of hope.
Jiang Ding did not object.
For now, survival was the highest goal. Whether one lived humbly or nobly, as long as one survived, there was still a future.
Tu Sanyi's state policy reflected this.
He took great care to unite with the gods and protect the interests of gods, temple attendants, and devout believers. He had taken alliance-building to its limit. That was precisely why his power had expanded so quickly: many religious factions supported him from the shadows.
He truly was a king of men for his age.
No one had taught him. With nothing but an inherited scripture, he instinctively knew where the greatest power lay, and whom he most needed to unite with and make concessions to.
If circumstances allowed, once he founded his dynasty and secured the realm, this king of men might well raise the butcher's blade again for the sake of his royal line's ten-thousand-generation legacy. He could slaughter the very gods who had helped him into power, tear down the bridge after crossing the river, and turn on them without a second thought.
Unfortunately...
Jiang Ding lowered his eyes and waited in silence.
Several years later, the Datu Dynasty's army surrounded and attacked a god