With one shovel, the Yin ruins collapsed, and thousands of years of dust covered the imperial mausoleum. He was an archaeologist holding a Luoyang shovel, but at the moment when the ancient tomb collapsed, his soul transformed into the debauched and unscrupulous Shang Zhou in the history books. The frost and snow are cold in Chaoge, the moon is cold in Lutai, and the gods hang high in the sky for nine days, hoping to overthrow this glorious business. He brushed off the dust on the dragon chair, used his mortal body to carry the banner of the Human Emperor, and fought against the gods. He even met a woman named Daji, whose eyebrows and eyes were like the moon, and her features were like frost. The mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are not as good as the cinnabar between her brows; the pressure of the gods cannot stop him from standing side by side with her. In this life, I will not be a king who subjugates my country, but will only be a master who rebels against heaven. I will use the land of commerce as my chess piece and the common people as my sons. I will guard these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with her until the sky falls.
