Investiture of the Gods: I, the Tyrant Di Xin, Joined a Chat Group

After transmigrating to the Shang dynasty, Di Xin initially thought this was an ordinary prehistoric world. He practiced martial arts, campaigned far and wide, and kept the eight hundred vassal lords in check.

After all that, Di Xin successfully inherited the throne.

When the once-in-a-century Sacrifice to Heaven ceremony was about to begin, Di Xin saw Wen Zhong, who had been stationed at the frontier, for the first time.

The moment he saw Wen Zhong’s third eye and watched him sweep away countless demons across the heavens with the magical weapon in his hand, Di Xin knew that all the preparations he had made over the past twenty years had been completely wasted.

What the hell, this wasn’t ancient China at all. It was the Primordial World!

Now the Sacrifice to Heaven ceremony was imminent, and the moment he would be tricked into insulting Nuwa was fast approaching. Di Xin was desperate.

Fortunately, a chat group appeared.

Upright Gentleman: A useless... king who lets women control him. Hello, Your Majesty. I just want you to help me deal with one person. There’s no need to kill them all...

Coconut Milk Lover: You’re willing to give Qiqi coconut milk? What a good person!

Streetlamp King: Hmph! Don’t think you can bully people just because you’re good at fighting! If I don’t open the door for you, can you come to my world and beat me up?

Greatest Swordsman: @Streetlamp King, nice.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.