Chao Ge, within the Royal Palace, the cow butter lamp on the bronze candlestick seemed like an ancient storyteller. The flickering flame crackled, enveloping Xu Qing in a play of light and shadow, as if placing a mysterious and unfathomable veil upon him.

The hall was thick with heavy sandalwood incense, the fragrance swirling but unable to mask the tense and oppressive atmosphere. Xu Qing sat upright on the dragon and phoenix-carved throne, his posture straight, eyes as sharp as a hawk's, gazing down at the bowing courtiers below.

His gaze swept over everyone, and among the crowd, disciples of the Heavenly River and Pure Yang sects were intermixed. These disciples, dressed in the same court robes as the others, wore expressions of respectful deference, but Xu Qing understood that they were entirely different from him. They were oblivious to the intricacies of the War of the Gods between Shang and Zhou, playing their roles unknowingly in this space-time of the Yin Ruins. Xu Qing slightly narrowed his eyes, his thoughts like a tide. He knew that the information he held about this War of the Gods might not be entirely accurate. After all, this Yin Ruins space-time was like a mysterious chess game, filled with unpredictabilities.

From the trajectory of destiny within this Yin Ruins space-time, the light of destiny of the Yin Dynasty had already dimmed, gradually shifting toward the direction of Western Zhou. Yet the corners of Xu Qing's mouth slightly curved up, sketching a confident arc. Bearing the destiny of Ziwei and the formidable presence of the supreme Heavenly Demon Lord, such uniqueness was enough to overturn the predetermined circumstances. He mused inwardly that if it were not for his true form descending upon this place, after Heavenly River and Pure Yang sects had chosen the Yin Dynasty, they would probably be fated to fail before the powerful and mysterious destiny of the Yin Ruins space-time, ending up as mere dust.

"My lords," Xu Qing finally spoke, his voice echoing leisurely within the vast hall. His tone artfully mimicked the uniquely hoarse voice of King Yin, yet at the tail end of each word, the tremor of the Heavenly Demon's unique demonic patterns was subtly hidden, this slight change like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

"The rebel Xiqi has repeatedly violated the borders, wantonly provoking the majesty of Great Yin. I intend to raise an army of a hundred thousand, advance westward, and annihilate the Zhou Dynasty, to affirm the Heavenly Power!"

As soon as the words fell, State Preceptor Bi Gan swiftly stepped forward. He wore a Nine-tasselled Crown, lavish court robes, and the ivory tablet in his hand glowed warmly in the candlelight. He raised the tablet high with both hands, bowing deeply toward Xu Qing, his voice booming like a bell: "Your Majesty is wise! The treachery of Xiqi has persisted too long, and King Zhou's audacity is beyond measure, daring to infiltrate Chao Ge and steal our Great Yin's Supreme Treasure, the 'Gui Zang Yi'. It is indeed a shameful disgrace to our dynasty, a humiliation to our Great Yin and our late kings! Only by eliminating Western Zhou can this great shame be avenged, restoring our Great Yin's grandeur!"

The officials echoed in agreement. The Royal Palace was instantly filled with passionate fervor, the calls resonating like thunder. "Annihilate Western Zhou!" "Restore our dignity!" Such slogans rose and fell relentlessly, the courtiers waving their tablets, faces flushed as if already amidst the smoke-filled battlefield, engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the rebels of Xiqi.

Xu Qing watched this scene, nodding lightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. His thoughts drifted back to the memories of a past life, in the story of the Gods, where Bi Gan was the king's uncle.

This man was upright and unyielding, exuding a righteous aura, always prioritizing the interests of Great Yin, bearing the rise and fall of Great Yin on his shoulders. Now that the King Yin was under his control and not deluded, naturally brimming with anger against King Zhou's provocation of Great Yin's majesty, feeling no goodwill whatsoever.

Thus, Bi Gan would unhesitatingly support his decision.

Xu Qing reflected inwardly, noticing that the honest and loyal persona of Bi Gan was indeed similar in both space-times.

This discovery brought Xu Qing a rare sense of comfort. He understood deeply that even though his information might not be fully complete or accurate, being able to verify some crucial information was undoubtedly greatly beneficial to his strategy and planning in this complex situation.

Xu Qing's gaze once again slowly swept over the courtiers. Among the crowd, he precisely captured the presence of Xu Qingzhu, with whom he shared a Divine Soul connection. At this moment, Xu Qingzhu was donned in the attire of a Loose Immortal from overseas, the moon-white vestment robe gently fluttering with the breeze, making her appear like a celestial being descended to earth.

Her features were delicate, her expression serene, but the occasional flicker of an unusual light in her lowered eyes did not escape Xu Qing's keen observation. Xu Qing knew she had evidently realized that King Yin was indeed her "father." To Xu Qingzhu, this revelation was like a boulder thrown into her heart lake, giving rise to surging waves.

Yet Xu Qingzhu, strong-minded as she was, showed no sign of her inner turmoil, maintaining her composed demeanor.

Watching his daughter's steady composure, Xu Qing felt gratified. However, he was not in a hurry to recognize her privately. His fingertip gently tapped the Imperial Desk, and the fragmented pieces of the Mystic Bird Jade Pendant, which had already shattered upon the table, seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, suddenly levitating into the air. The fragments spun rapidly in the void, colliding and producing crisp sounds. Soon, they slowly assembled, forming a three-dimensional Star Map of the Yin Ruins space-time before everyone's eyes. In the star map, mountains, rivers, cities, and passes were vividly depicted, emanating a mysterious glow.

Xu Qing's gaze lingered slightly at the position of Green Dragon Pass in the star map, then he looked up at Wen Zhong, speaking: "In three days, we will march toward Green Dragon Pass. Grandmaster, would you be willing to lead our elite troops, spearhead the charge, and open the gates of victory for our army?"

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