Honghuang: I Mistook Emperor Xin for My Nephew, and the Sages Lost It

“Ding! Primordial World Sign-In System: Sign-in successful today. Reward: The spiritual energy of everything in the courtyard increases by 1.” “Ten-year term complete. Mission accomplished. System self-destructing!” Huh? Listening to the same good-for-nothing notification sound he’d heard for ten years, Su Yang grumbled as he packed his things. There had been a tiny bit of progress, but wasn’t this improvement just pitiful? From 0 to 1? “King Zhou is heading to Nuwa Palace. If I don’t run now, I’ll be caught in a battle between saints and reduced to ashes!” “The System has self-destructed too... What good is a spiritual energy increase of 1?” “Damn it!” Just as he was about to leave, two figures blocked the doorway. The one in front was burly. Wasn’t he the wastrel nephew his elder brother had mentioned before he died? Su Yang instantly flew into a rage. Pointing at the man’s nose, he cursed, “You little bastard! Your father’s been dead for ten years, and you’re only coming back now? The grass on his grave is three feet tall! Get in here and kneel before your father’s spirit!” But Yin Shang’s ruler, Di Xin, the very man he was cursing, was utterly shaken. He stared fixedly at the chicken scratching in the courtyard. Th-that was... the legendary Primordial Chaos Fire Phoenix?! He’d have to acknowledge this uncle, even if he was only one by marriage...