Enfeoffment

The capital of Great Jing.

Ever since Shamanism had risen, voices had called for the Great Jing Tribe to be renamed the "Jing Kingdom."

Yuan had blocked the proposal, saying, "We cannot found a kingdom before we avenge our blood feud." But that had not stopped those beneath him from giving him the title of king.

Atop the Shaman Terrace.

Su held the Qilin Tome and gazed into the distant sky.

Before long, a rider came galloping into the city like a streak of fire.

As he rode, he shouted, "Jiuli has fallen! Great Jing is victorious!"

"Jiuli has been crushed! The remaining Hairy Folk have all been captured, and Great Jing's entire army has returned!"

The news spread like a rising tide.

In the blink of an eye, joy filled the entire city.

"Jiuli is gone! Our blood feud is avenged!"

Many elderly humans secretly wiped away tears. Some could scarcely believe it.

Had those lofty Hairy Folk and Innate Gods and Devils truly been defeated?

Another month passed before the army returned in triumph.

As Great Jing's revered Grand Witch—the East Lord—Su naturally came to the palace for the celebration.

The feast offered an endless array of delicacies from mountain and sea, along with beauties who sang and danced.

But he wore only his dark shaman's robe and Nuo Mask, leaving his expression impossible to read.

"Today, Great Jing has destroyed Jiuli and avenged our blood feud. All beneath the Great Sun now belongs to Great Jing... A toast to my royal father!"

Jie stepped forward first and raised the bronze wine cup in his hand.

"Haha... On this joyous day, I have something to announce. The Great Jing Tribe shall become the Jing Kingdom, and I shall establish the Six Imperial Armies..."

Though Yuan looked old,