Time: the end of the Shang dynasty.
Location: unknown.
Pawn: Zhang Zhen descended.
"Zhang Zhen, Zhang Zhen!"
Du Yu felt someone shaking him and snapped his eyes open.
"Huh?"
Du Yu shook off his daze, then quickly surveyed his surroundings. He seemed to be in a viewing stand. In the distance, at the center, was an open platform built of jade, resembling an arena for martial contests. Quite a few people stood scattered through the surrounding stands. He had no idea what this enormous venue was used for. It looked like a gathering, but he could not tell whether it had just begun or already ended, given how sparse the crowd was.
Coming to his senses, Du Yu looked again at the broad-faced man before him. The man had just called him "Zhang Zhen," so at least Du Yu knew who he was.
"What is it?" Du Yu asked, feigning nonchalance.
"The Investiture of the Gods is over. Shall we head back too?" the man said.
"The Investiture of the Gods... is over?" Only then did Du Yu understand. The jade platform before him was the legendary Investiture Altar. Right here, moments ago, Jiang Ziya had conferred titles upon three hundred and fifty-six Orthodox Gods. And right here, the Jade Emperor had ascended the throne.
"Zhang Zhen, what's wrong with you?" The broad-faced man kept waving a hand before his eyes. "Are you sick? Why do you keep staring into space?"
"Oh, I'm fine." Du Yu gave the man a faint smile. Based on his many experiences descending into legends, his identity was bound to be lowly, so anyone who knew him would hardly be someone important either. The broad-faced man before him was probably no exception.
"Then let's head back." The broad-faced man stood up. "What a fine