With the arrival of the Imperial Carriage, the many Feudal Lords and nobles entered Kunlun City, and this grand Ancestor Worship ceremony officially began.
The spectacle was even more magnificent than their past audiences with the King of Shang.
The King of Wei looked around and sighed in admiration. "What unrivaled splendor! In all my years attending court celebrations in Chaoge, I've never seen such a magnificent sight. All the world's Feudal Lords and nobles are here, and in the Yellow Emperor's ancient capital, no less. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Hmph, as if this spectacle belongs to King Zhou! Does he really think he's still the sovereign of all under heaven? Laughable, laughable!"
The King of Zheng wore royal robes whose patterns even bordered on usurping imperial privileges, yet he snorted without the slightest concern.
No sooner had he spoken than the King of Zhao beside him hushed him. "Mind your words, mind your words."
Beside him, the King of Han, whose white hair had grown sparse, subtly pointed toward Jiang Wenhuan, Chong Houhu, and the others, reminding him softly, "There are still people here."
The King of Zheng looked displeased, but said no more.
Kunlun City's square.
Zi Shou stepped down from the Imperial Carriage, and countless Feudal Lords and nobles raised their heads. Until the title of "King of Shang, sovereign of all under heaven" had been utterly tarnished, King Zhou still held supreme standing. Even the dozen or so kings he had already invested did nothing to change that.
After today, however, that might no longer be true.
Zi Shou wore the Imperial Robe, yellow and white with dragon and phoenix patterns. The aches in his back and waist had eased considerably, so he had no need for armor.
Besides, he knew full well that this Ancestor Worship