King Zhou died in the fire at the Star-Zhaing Tower that he lit with his own hands.
As the flames burned his body, he vaguely heard Xiqi's cries of killing as the city was being destroyed. But who would have expected that when he opened his eyes, he would be back before the Conferring God War began.
He stared blankly at the lines on his palm. The first snowfall in Chaoge City was falling outside the Star-Zhaing Tower. Eight hundred princes are still guarding outside the pass, Uncle Bigan has not yet dug out his heart, and Su Daji's carriage has not even crossed the Yellow River.
Although he is the emperor, he is still mortal, so how can he resist the destiny of heaven? Knowing that the Yin and Shang Dynasties were bound to perish, he originally wanted to lie down and die, drunk and dreaming, waiting for the Zhou army to break the city.
Until that day, a curtain fell from the sky——
[Hello everyone, today we are going to talk about the most ruthless person in Chinese history - the tyrant who burned witchcraft, sacrificed human beings, and brought peace to the world... Ah, no, it should be the eternal emperor who cut off the way of heaven with a mortal body, Di Xin!
"Di Xin? This name sounds familiar."
He unconsciously rubbed the wine bottle with his fingertips, and suddenly realized, isn't this his own name?
Intention: My destiny is up to me and not up to God.
