"What happened? Did something else explode?"
"Or did some immortal manifest their powers again?"
The people of Chaoge buzzed with speculation.
They had encountered more in these past few years than in the rest of their lives combined. Perhaps in another decade or so, even the strangest sights would cease to surprise them.
Today had been particularly eventful. First, a rebel army had risen in the name of Yu the Great's descendants. Then an uncanny vision of a demon had appeared within the Imperial Palace, followed by nine streaks of rainbow light, a rising Golden Dragon, and finally an enormous explosion.
The common people guessed wildly, but those before Shouxian Palace had little to say.
The iron rod in the muscular giant's hand grew and grew, becoming a colossal pillar that supported the heavens, its summit lost beyond sight.
The great cauldron that had gathered Fortune flew back before Zi Shou.
The Dragon Vein was formed. Across the Nine Provinces beneath heaven, Fortune was divided into nine portions, and Shang held three.
"All beings with feeling are human. My wife, Nü Jiao of the Tushan Clan, is a fox demon, and she is also human."
The giant's gaze held a trace of nostalgia as he looked at King Zhou, as though he saw himself. With a low cry, his figure gradually faded.
He was a dead man whose name needed no utterance. All he had to do was finish what he had left unfinished in life.
Of course, he had also made a few little adjustments along the way, hoping to protect his wife's clanspeople and prevent the same tragedy from repeating itself.
He was human, neither god nor immortal. There was nothing wrong with a human having selfish desires.
"The white fox walks serenely, her nine tails thick and