This King Zhou Isn't Incompetent

After transmigrating into King Zhou's body, Di Xin looked at the blasphemous poem on the pink wall and shouted, "I'm going to reform the country!"

"I'm going to spread the glory of the human race throughout the Four Great Continents!"

The North Sea is full of demon clans, so why not unite humans and demons and merge their fortunes? The West is vast and sparsely populated, and life there is hard, so let's launch a great westward migration and help the Western Religion flourish! Recruit loose cultivators, summon rain and clouds, grow every kind of herb, and raise beasts of all kinds. Even the Heavenly Court will be envious!

The population flourished, the nation prospered, and the human race rose to greatness. Twenty-eight years later, Empress Nuwa watched the surging fortunes of both the human and demon races, and her eyelids twitched. She conveniently forgot the poem at Nuwa Palace and, with the fortunes of both races behind her, became the strongest Saint.

"It actually feels great!!!"