After getting crushed by a pack of young punks on souped-up scooters, he accidentally transmigrated as Yin Wudao, the third son of Di Xin.
He wasn't worried in the least!
He knew the story inside out and was more than three thousand years ahead of his time. Everyone else seemed like a nobody waiting to be picked off!
But just as he was about to write Di Xin a copy of Investiture of the Gods, he discovered he couldn't reveal anything about the Investiture of the Gods, not even a single word.
Or else, he'd get a hammer to the head. Consider yourself warned!
The kind that hits for 80 damage!
Folks,
who could possibly take that?
Fortunately, he had a diary System where he could write down his thoughts. Otherwise, he'd have burst from holding them in!
But just as he settled into a lazy routine, he suddenly realized that something was off about this version of the Investiture of the Gods.
Why was Grand Tutor Wen bringing Lu Xiong along on his northern campaign?
Why was Shang Rong, one of the ministers entrusted with the emperor's heir, actually a human traitor?
At the incense offering at Nüwa's temple, why had Grand Tutor Wen, who was supposed to be on a northern campaign, appeared in the procession?
How did Di Xin know Zhunti was hiding in Nüwa's temple, waiting to ambush them?
And how had the Human Emperor, who supposedly couldn't cultivate, sliced off Zhunti's right Qilin hand with a single sword strike?
That day,
the incense offering never took place,
but the Sages of the Primordial World all went mad!
(The author is terrible at writing blurbs. Dear readers, please head to the main story!)
