In the last years of the Great Shang Dynasty, King Wu Ji sent his troops to Zhaixing downstairs. Emperor Xin burned the Star Tower, and the flames shot up into the sky, seeming to burn the whole world. On his deathbed, Di Xin saw the person he had loved his whole life, Daji, in the firelight. "Whether you are a human or a monster, I will only love you in this life. Daji, if there is an afterlife, I will still look for you." After saying this, Di Xin jumped into the sea of fire.
When Di Xin woke up again, he found that he had returned to his childhood. He secretly decided to practice cultivation and stay with Daji for the rest of his life. From then on, Dashang lost a tyrannical and unprincipled King Zhou, and the world gained a sword-wielding Emperor Xin.
Many years later, the Battle of the Gods broke out again. Di Xin stood alone, with one sword and one harp in front of Xiqi's million-strong army. In that battle, Xiqi suffered most casualties, but the Shang Dynasty did not lose a single soldier or general. Only the words of Emperor Xin are left: "As long as I am here, the Great Shang will be here. If you are moved by my great business, you must first ask about the three-foot sword in my hand!"
Zhunti Jieyin said with a flattering look on his face, "This son should be destined to my west, and he should be the master of my west!"
Yuanshi Laozi was so angry that he dared not say, "The matter of becoming a god cannot be delayed again and again. It is better to send the disciples of the Chanjiao Renjiao to the list of gods!"
Nuwa said with a shy look, "If the red hydrangea hadn't been able to throw away the emperor, I would have made Brother Di Xin my husband!"
All the other big guys in the prehistoric era raised their hands and "unconditionally support Boss Di Xin!"
Only Tongtian was sitting in the Zixiao Palace, drinking tea with a relaxed look on his face, "If you have a disciple like this, what do you want from a teacher?"
