Wen Zhong honored Di Yi's dying wish and supported Zi Shou's ascension to the throne.
Zi Shou had always been exceptionally brave and martial. Compared to his two elder brothers, he enjoyed greater support at court, and he was also the legitimate son. Whether in aptitude or status, he was beyond reproach.
His succession was entirely rightful and proper.
Even if his two elder brothers harbored resentment, they could only bury their thoughts deep in their hearts, not daring to let even the slightest hint leak out.
The major feudal states also sent envoys one after another to offer congratulations and submit themselves.
The Shang Dynasty had suffered no losses in any aspect. It remained the unquestioned overlord, its might bearing down upon all the feudal lords.
A new era began. As one grand curtain fell, another was about to rise!
A vast voice rang in the ears of all the Saints.
"Deliberations at Zixiao Palace!"
Having received the Dao Ancestor's message, Tongtian did not head there at once. Instead, he transformed into a streak of azure sword light and flew toward Carefree Island.
"Master!"
Tongtian spoke with an invitation. Last time, Shi Chen had not been present, and Tongtian had not known his whereabouts, so he could only go alone. "The Dao Ancestor has called another deliberation at Zixiao Palace. This time, it will most likely still concern the Investiture of the Gods. Shall you accompany your master?"
"Forget it, Master. The Dao Ancestor did not send me a transmission. Since he did not ask me to go, I will not join in the bustle."
Shi Chen shook his head, then cautioned him, "By the way, Master, during this deliberation, just remain silent. No matter what they discuss, act as though you stand apart from it all."
"Understood!"
Tongtian