Dragon Blood Strengthens the Body, Planning for the Future

His body was as different from before as heaven from earth, a dragon from a snake.

His flesh was now almost entirely free of filth and impurities, and all his meridians were open.

It was as though he had undergone the deepest possible cleansing of his flesh and marrow.

Moreover, every bone in his body had been thoroughly strengthened more than once, becoming crystal clear and utterly perfect.

Those bones seemed to have been formed from the most mysterious energy, with surging power growing within them.

Traces of that energy drifted out and gradually affected his flesh, greatly strengthening it.

This was especially true of the spine in his back, which seemed to reach the heavens.

It stretched from his head down to his dantian, linking the two like a mighty dragon.

His spine was no longer ordinary bone at all. It seemed to have transformed into an unparalleled great dragon.

And within it grew an energy capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Compared to his current body, his old one was nothing but trash.

Ye Xuan was overjoyed. Was this the effect the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline had on his body?

He seemed able to sense the Ancestral Dragon's blood flowing through him.

The sound of that flowing blood was like peals of heavenly thunder, or the rushing floods of great rivers.

His heartbeat sounded like a pounding drum, rumbling ceaselessly in his ears.

Ye Xuan moved slightly, and the bones throughout his body crackled and popped like frying beans.

Boundless energy also surged up at that moment.

That energy, which seemed capable of piercing heaven and earth, left Ye Xuan enthralled.

In terms of physical strength, even the Witch Clan's Twelve Ancestral Witches were probably no better than this, were they?

After all, he had obtained the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline. In the future, his physical strength would surely rival the Ancestral Dragon's.

If he could truly reach that level, he would undoubtedly become an existence beyond imagination.

For countless years, the Human Emperor had been unable to cultivate because of the Heavenly Dao's shackles.

Now that Ye Xuan had transmigrated here, he had relied on the Hongmeng Corpse-Driving System to obtain the most fundamental Two Qi of Yin and Yang in heaven and earth.

That could already be considered breaking the Heavenly Dao's shackles, and now he had also obtained the Ancestral Dragon's bloodline.

His physical strength and personal foundations had become incomparably solid.

His future was promising.

Ye Xuan's gaze was resolute. Since he had transmigrated here,

he naturally had to find every possible way to break out of this predicament.

If he could not, would his rebirth not have been in vain?

By the time Ye Xuan returned to Changle Palace, it was nearly evening, and his return immediately drew cries of surprise from everyone.

That morning, the Human Emperor and Empress Nuwa had departed on a cloud,

leaving all the civil and military officials deeply worried.

They did not know what dispute had arisen between the Human Emperor and Empress Nuwa.

They knew only that the Human Emperor had composed a poem in Nuwa Temple that desecrated Empress Nuwa.

Unexpectedly, not only had Empress Nuwa not been angry, she had personally appeared and carried the Human Emperor away on a cloud.

Now, at dusk, the Human Emperor had returned alone.

What was more, he was completely unharmed, leaving all the civil and military officials clicking their tongues in wonder.

Looking at the crowd gathered around him, Ye Xuan felt his scalp go numb.

He promptly dismissed them all, and only after returning to his bedchamber did he finally have a moment's peace.

But as he lay in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

In the end, he simply rose to his full height in the moonlight.

After all, he had inexplicably transmigrated into the world of the Investiture of the Gods and become that damned King Zhou, Di Xin.

With danger at every turn, Ye Xuan simply could not sleep.

Ye Xuan was fairly familiar with the legends of the Primordial World and the Investiture of the Gods.

After all, aside from his cheat, the Hongmeng Corpse-Driving System, his knowledge of how the legend of the Investiture of the Gods unfolded was his second cheat.

He had to think carefully about which path to take in the future.

For now, he had to lie low.

First, he needed to increase Great Shang's national fortune.

The more prosperous Great Shang's national fortune became, the safer he would be.

After all, as the Human Emperor, he was the nominal common ruler of heaven and earth. With fortune protecting him, even the Saints did not dare touch him lightly.

As long as his own fortune grew stronger, those Saints would become increasingly wary of him.

Second, he also needed to secretly increase his own strength.

The Hongmeng Corpse-Driving System was undoubtedly a super cheat for him.

Countless mighty experts had fallen in the Primordial World.

As long as he could use the Hongmeng Corpse-Driving System to collect some of their corpses,

he would not be entirely without the strength to fight.

What was more, he had already used the system to break through the Heavenly Dao's blockade.

Not only was his body formidable, he also possessed the Two Qi of Yin and Yang within him.

Judging by his current strength, he was roughly at the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal.

To forge iron, one had to be strong oneself. As long as he was strong enough,

he would surely be able to turn the tables and seize the initiative in the coming war of the Investiture of the Gods.

He could even take Haotian Shangdi's place and turn the Investiture of the Gods to his own use.

Third, he needed to cultivate subordinates who were truly loyal to him.

Although Chaoge seemed full of talent at present, once the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods truly began,

at least half of them would betray Chaoge. That was also one of the main reasons for his miserable fate.

The scene of him finally burning himself to death, all alone, was truly heartbreaking.

As for the final stratagem, it was to form alliances and play factions against one another.

To put it plainly, he needed allies.

Sect Master Tongtian was another who suffered losses in the war of the Investiture of the Gods.

The Interception Sect, famed for drawing ten thousand immortals like a rising tide, was shattered in the end.

Even Sect Master Tongtian himself swallowed the Saint-Slaying Pill and was placed under complete house arrest.

The foremost task was to bring him truly into his own camp,

rather than letting him treat the Human Emperor as a chess piece.

Of course, there was also one other remaining Saint: Empress Nuwa.

Although Empress Nuwa stood alone and wished to stay out of it,

she clearly could not escape this vast kalpa either.

Because Saint Zhunti had schemed against her, many of the karmic entanglements of the war of the Investiture of the Gods fell upon her as well.

In the end, burdened with much negative karma, she became the scapegoat, suffered a great loss of strength, and shut herself away!

He had only just helped her escape that calamity!

Presumably, Nuwa would no longer blame him.

If he could truly use his means to bring Nuwa fully aboard his ship, he would at least have a chance to fight back.

Little did he know that Nuwa had the same idea.

If this plan truly succeeded, the entire Primordial World would probably be divided among three camps, like the three legs of a cauldron.

The Two Sages of the West would form one camp.

Saint Yuanshi and Saint Taishang would form another.

Nuwa, Tongtian, and he, the Human Emperor, would form a third.

Although the Four Saints of the other two camps would cooperate,

he could still sow discord between them and fish in troubled waters.

Only then could he fight for a sliver of hope in the Kalpa of the Investiture of the Gods, where danger lurked at every step.

Ye Xuan stood alone outside the palace, gazing at the bright moon and stars filling the sky.

First, he had to consolidate his position as Human Emperor and strengthen his Yin Shang dynasty.

Second, he had to rely on the Hongmeng Corpse-Driving System to secretly increase his strength.

Third, he had to cultivate forces truly loyal to him.

Fourth, he had to form alliances and join forces with Saints.

Ye Xuan made up his mind, and heroic ambition suddenly surged within him.

Since he was here, he would make the best of it.

It remained to be seen whether he could break through this Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods!