Zi Gui

The Shang Kingdom's ancestral worship grounds lay half-independent of the Shang Kingdom itself, almost like an immortal sanctuary or a divine realm. Yet as the place where the Shang Kingdom worshipped its ancestors, it differed from the independent worlds forged by the immortal and divine paths. Its foundation rested upon the earth's aura of the Shang Kingdom and the fate of the Shang Tribe.

Thus, when the Shang Kingdom stood at the height of its prosperity, this place shone eternally. Palace after palace hung half-suspended in the air, supported by destiny and the power of faith. Flecks of faith mingled with the earth's aura, flowing along the long path before the palaces. After passing through the ritual implements arranged on either side and being purified by them, they gathered within the highest palace.

Lord Shang descended from the heavens and landed before the palace. The bells, chimes, drums, qins, ses, xuns, chis, shengs, and panpipes hanging inside the palace began to sound in unison, and ancient, sacred ballads echoed throughout this realm. The next moment, the palace doors opened, and a tall, slender man wearing a golden mask and feathered robes slowly emerged.

Countless streams of faith surrounded the man. Beneath his feet drifted flowing clouds woven from that same faith, while every feather of his robes radiated holy light, forming all manner of authorities.

With the slightest attention, one could perceive concepts such as nation, land, common folk, culture, and more.

The image engraved upon his golden mask greatly resembled Lord Shang. Upon seeing Lord Shang, he merely extended one hand. His pale, jade-carved fingers tapped the void, and the sound of jade striking jade rang out. The surrounding music abruptly fell silent.

"You've come? A little later than I expected."

The masked man spoke slowly as he looked