Choose One of Nine Reincarnations: Beginning as the Emperor's Son

At the Aotai Line, Lord Sea of the Plunging Ass took a fatal fall when his butt-brakes failed. Yin Zhao ascended on the spot, and before reincarnating, triggered the System's choose-nine-from-four menu:

[One: Child of Destiny, born with the Eight Characters of Reinforced Steel.]

[Two: Chaotic Dao Embryo, supreme comprehension.]

[Three: The world's foremost killing sword intent, commanding every sword under heaven.]

[Four: Turn stone into gold.]

[Five: A top-tier family, stumbled into the imperial household.]

[Six: A congenital spirit treasure, born alongside him.]

[Seven: Inherit a complete sage's legacy.]

[Eight: All schools of Daoist arts are open for cultivation.]

[Nine: Pangu's Heaven-Opening Art.]

Yin Zhao chose One, Two, Five, and Nine without hesitation.

On the day he was born, purple qi stretched thirty thousand li to the east, the sacred black bird welcomed him at the ancestral temple, and Wen Zhong rushed to take him as a disciple!

He thought he'd had an incredible start, but never expected his father to be King Zhou and his mother to be Su Daji!

System, you bastard!

You call the Great Shang, which is about to be dismembered by every god and Buddha in the heavens, stumbling into the imperial household?

The gods all proclaimed that Heaven's mandate belonged to Zhou.

They schemed to demote the Human Emperor to a mere Son of Heaven, turning the human realm into a livestock pen for raising the fortune of the heavens.

But in his previous life, Yin Zhao had dared to fight the Aotai Line with his bare body. He had no idea what it meant to accept his fate.

The Eight Characters I'd chosen were the Mandate of Heaven, and the Pangu Axe in my sea of consciousness was the law!

Years later, the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods descended.

Jiang Ziya stood among the clouds, holding up an imperial decree and shouting, "The Shang dynasty has run its course. The crown prince, Yin Zhao, must be the first on the list and accept his death. Those who defy Heaven..."

Before he could finish, a flash of axe light shot up from the city of Chaoge, chopping the sage's decree to ash on the spot.

The gods turned pale with terror.

On the walls of Chaoge, Yin Zhao rested an ancient, massive axe on one shoulder and picked at his ear with his free hand.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

"Who was it you were blathering about up there? Whose fate has run its course?"