The age of blood sacrifice, the rebel King Zhou

The Hourglass of Time appeared once again.

Ye Zhuo was already well practiced. He tapped it open with a finger, reaching into it for an even more ancient age.

Everything in the past was dead; only the present was real.

Only the lives that survived in the past endured longer.

Whether the people who had once existed were truly real—

Only those who had lived in that same era could know.

Time flowed backward.

This was a journey through time.

The Shang Dynasty.

Chaoge.

The Shang Dynasty had been far from peaceful lately. The nobles were full of complaints, for King Zhou had become increasingly outrageous.

First of all, in this era, the nobles all owned vast numbers of slaves. In Great Shang, nobles had always been priests, and the king of Shang was the high priest.

In other words, they were qualified to become gods directly and converse with the gods.

This was also an inevitable consequence of severing heaven and earth.

And the Shang Dynasty worshipped the Ancient Gods and the ancestor gods.

Thus, when a Shang king's wife, Fu Hao, died, he had questioned the gods in his overwhelming grief, only to learn that an ancient god had taken a liking to her beauty and carried her away.

Such absurdity was almost impossible to believe, yet it truly existed in this era.

Di Xin was different.

From the moment he took the throne, he had made sweeping changes.

He allowed women, slaves, and commoners to hold high office, and he even stopped performing blood sacrifices!

Outrageous!

Utterly outrageous!

The nobles felt as though they were sitting on needles. They even constantly suspected that the slaves beneath them were entertaining delusions of their own!

Gradually, large numbers of nobles began to loathe and reject him.

That day.