"Elder Master of Fate!"

Kunlun Mountain, in the East King Palace.

The Junior Fate Master who previously forced Shang to ruin came to the Master of Fate: "Recently, someone invaded, I dealt with it, but I'm not sure if I did right or wrong. Please, sister, help me think it over..."

All the Fate Masters were gathered as unfortunate women, and after living together for thousands of years, their bond was very deep.

The Master of Fate listened, her expression unchanged: "This matter... you handled it a bit poorly. Although they were mere mortals, they weren't without roots. They were transformed by a Divine Pill given by the Lady..."

"What should I do then?"

The Junior Fate Master's expression changed dramatically.

"No worries, recently the Netherworld Night-blooming Cereus in the garden has blossomed. The Lady is in the best mood when admiring flowers, I will speak to her..."

The Master of Fate comforted with a gentle smile.

When the Queen Mother of the West was admiring the flowers, the Master of Fate served by her side. Seeing the Lord Qingyuan in a good mood, she said, "Your Majesty, some early people came to Kunlun Mountain earlier and were quite disrespectful in their speech and were dealt with by the Junior Fate Master Green Phoenix..."

"People from the Shang Dynasty?" The Lord Qingyuan pondered. She granted the Divine Pill merely to enhance the overall strength of the forebears and promote the development of heaven and earth, ultimately expanding her divine power.

The life and death of a few commoners were of little concern.

As long as the bloodline of Shang continued, continuously proliferating, it was sufficient.

"They are just mortals; a minor warning will suffice."

She thought for a moment and spoke directly.

"Indeed, those mortals also wish to offer tribute to you and build temples..." The Master of Fate continued.

Lord Qingyuan remained very calm.

After all, she was once a County Lord, accustomed to being flattered by others.

In fact, even flattery and tribute required qualification!

At this point, after thinking it over, she felt that promoting the Temple of the Queen Mother of the West seemed harmless, so she noncommittally nodded in agreement.

This is the subtlety of the conferment by Zhong Shenxiu.

If it were someone else, being granted a divine status comparable to corporeal transformation into a celestial, perhaps they would have been instantly polluted by the Divine Power, losing their true selves.

But Zhong Shenxiu is different!

Within the divine status he conferred as the creator of heaven and earth, arrangements were made so that Lord Qingyuan could wield divine authority without being corrupted by it in return.

Such an operation could only be described as mystical.

Of course, having the divine status and great power, over time, one's heart may change; this was something he did not concern himself with.

"Certainly!"

The Master of Fate was secretly delighted and withdrew.

...

"Sister, how did it go?"

The erring Junior Fate Master Green Phoenix hurriedly stepped forward to inquire, her expression uneasy.

"No problem, the matter has been revealed. I see the Lady only cares about the human race, indifferent to the rise and fall of dynasties..." the Master of Fate said, "Now I must give Shang City a lesson, just watch..."

When Tang returned to Yin Land.

In the sky, thunderclouds surged, a gigantic woman's face appeared — it was the Master of Fate!

"Divine Spirit!"

"It's a Divine Spirit!"

The defeated soldiers, like startled birds, some of them directly prostrated.

Only Tang, who had just become Xuan King, remained calm, saluting and asking, "May I ask which deity this is?"

"I am the Master of Fate under the Kunlun Queen Mother!"

The gigantic female face spoke, the breath forming a hurricane, carrying an indescribable pressure: "Ye people of Yin Shang, must annually offer tribute to Kunlun... Furthermore, in Yin Land, you must construct the Temple of the Queen Mother of the West, spanning over a thousand acres, with statues exceeding sixty zhang high!"

In the world where Zhong Shenxiu once lived, the largest temple covered no more than 230,000 square meters, equivalent to just a few hundred acres.

Additionally, the tallest statue was only about a hundred meters, roughly thirty-three zhang.

In the Shang Dynasty, the measurement system naturally gravitated toward Zhong Shenxiu's standards, so an acre was a large acre, and one zhang was three meters and three.

"This... how many tens of thousands of civilian laborers, how much financial and material resources, and how many years would it take?"

Tang was utterly dumbfounded.

Such a scale of project could virtually squeeze Shang City's resources dry, not to mention he and his brothers and descendants would have to personally participate and move the bricks!

Given the technology and manpower of this era, completing such a magnificent project was simply beyond their capability.

But the Seven Luminaries Heaven indeed possesses extraordinary power. As long as he and the descendants of Shang join in the work, there was hope to reduce the construction duration from decades to within ten years.

"To offer tribute to the divine is a mortal's honor!"

The Master of Fate glanced pensively at Tang before her massive face vanished instantly.

"Great King?"

One of Tang's confidants stepped forward, a worried expression on his face.

"I'm alright!"

Tang waved his hand: "Now the immediate task is to have the Emperor's Six Divisions support my ascension in Yin..."

As for the divine temple, it must be built!

Otherwise, if confronted with today's self-proclaimed 'Master of Fate' woman, just a breath might reduce their city to ashes...

At this moment, Tang couldn't help but feel a swell of regret.

Why? Did Father have to provoke Kunlun?

...

Tang returned with his army, smoothly taking over Shang City and becoming the true Emperor of Shang.

During his reign, he governed diligently, encouraged agriculture, and developed production, proving to be an enlightened ruler.

The only criticism from posterity was the massive project undertaken upon his succession — the construction of the Temple of the Queen Mother and the divine statue.

This not only severely burdened Shang City's national strength but even delayed the construction of his own mausoleum.

But in this matter, Tang was uniquely stubborn, completing the Temple of the Queen Mother in the 73rd year of Da Shang.

From then on, the merchants in Yin Land had an object of faith and worship, that being — the Queen Mother of the West!

Almost periodically, the Shang Dynasty would send people bearing lavish gifts and servants to Kunlun Mountain, offering tribute to the Queen Mother of the West.

This behavior persisted for six hundred years until a Xuan King ascended and questioned it: "Why? Must we use the national strength of Da Shang to curry favor with the lofty deity?!"

In the Royal Palace.

The thirty-first Xuan King, Emperor of Shang, wore his profound black royal robe, exuding an overwhelming presence.

He was the offspring of the Mystic Bird, a descendant of Tang, known as — 'Emperor Xin'!

Emperor Xin was outstandingly brave from a young age, inheriting the bloodline of his ancestors, fighting wolves with his hands, chasing four-horse chariots on feet, triumphing in every battle.

Moreover, he was also concerned about the sufferings of the common people, saw the decay of the hereditary system, and attempted to employ criminals and slaves to initiate reforms.

And any change required a substantial amount of financial, human, and material resources.

For this reason, he was very dissatisfied with Da Shang perpetually offering tribute to Kunlun.

"Back then, the ancestors built the Temple of the Queen Mother and the divine statue, deemed a wonder, yet year after year, they offered tribute, which I do not accept!"

The young Xuan King made a declaration.

"Your Majesty, while wonders may harm the kingdom, without them... it could mean the annihilation of the nation!"

An old minister immediately stepped forward, tremblingly responding: "There are deities atop Kunlun! Deities require offerings; we mortals can only obey!"

"For six hundred years, no deity has ever descended from Kunlun. During floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, and landslides, where were those deities?"

Emperor Xin questioned resoundingly: "Since deities do not pity us, we need not offer tribute to them anymore!"

Finally, the young King of Shang made a decision: "I shall flatten the Temple of the Queen Mother, topple the statue, and tell all subjects of Da Shang... The human race shall never be slaves!"

...

Kunlun Mountain, East King Palace.

Zhong Shenxiu stretched lazily, awakening from his slumber, his thoughts communicating with his utopia, vividly perceiving the changes and developments over six thousand years in this world.

"All my scripts have indeed played out, but Qingyuan's side almost messed it up... As expected, I still have to clean up everything myself!"

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.