The Plains of Muye

"I'm old..."

White-haired Yuan mounted his warhorse and could not help sighing.

His years as a slave to the Hairy Folk of the Nine Li Kingdom had taken a heavy toll on his vitality.

Even now that he was king and took care of himself, he could not match the young.

But as he gazed south, a fierce fire burned in his eyes.

Most of the Nine Li Kingdom's Hairy Folk and surviving Innate Gods and Devils had fled south. There, they had gathered under a prince named Li and founded the new Nine Li Tribe.

The Great Jing Tribe had grown, but so had the Nine Li Tribe. When it came to creating Innate Gods and Devils, their methods had grown even crueler and bloodier...

After all these years, they had fully regained the Nine Li Kingdom's strength at its height—and more.

"Su should be able to deal with them, but I am the king of humankind! I will settle the matter of Jiuli during my reign and bury this hatred in history. I won't leave it for my descendants to worry over!"

Yuan wore battle armor, resolve written across his face.

At his side stood several princes, each capable in battle.

Jie was there too, dressed as a shaman, and he plainly held the highest standing among them.

Yuan could see that these wolf cubs all harbored ambitions. Unfortunately for them, their eldest brother was a sacred being born of heaven and earth.

"You have all gathered here today... Jie, Yun, Qi..."

Yuan looked at them one by one, his voice grave. "Today, before the army and my ministers, I will make the succession to the throne clear..."

Seeing their royal father fully armored atop his warhorse, Jie and the other princes immediately knelt.

"The throne belongs to