Since Luo Yu had emerged into the world, he had displayed his talents among the states, drawing allies together and maintaining the balance. Now, the Ji-Jiang Alliance had once again secured a victory over Qin and Chu for this stage of their struggle.
Ji Zhao sat somewhat forlornly beneath a peach blossom tree. Several stone stools had been added here, for he had remained awake for many years this time and no longer wanted to sit kneeling. Even the most beautiful scenery grew tiresome when seen every day, yet whenever Ji Zhao gazed across the thousand li of Peach Grove, his face was always full of smiles.
[You have gained Fortune Points...] [Your rate of gaining Fortune Points has increased...]
These messages had appeared constantly in the years since the eastward relocation. Besides the fixed daily allotment of Fortune Points, Ji Zhao discovered that his gains had actually increased slightly.
Within his world, the peach trees were growing much faster.
This proved that Zhou State's fortunes truly had not declined in the slightest. Luo Ci, Luo Yan, and Luo Yu, three successive clan heads, had truly become pillars holding up the sky for Zhou State.
Ji Zhao glanced at that oppressively dark cloud, fell silent for a moment, then sent a stream of fortune toward Luo Yu.
Once he had done this, he gently closed his eyes and toppled straight backward. Countless peach petals instantly swirled up from the ground and enveloped him.
Space began to shatter. Every peach blossom and peach tree crumbled into dust, and everything in the world dissolved into chaos the instant Ji Zhao closed his eyes.
Ji Zhao sent himself into slumber once more. He was not yet a true god and still could not endure the loneliness of gazing down the endless