Chapter 611 Four Kingdoms Flying Chess 12

"Those who follow the will of Heaven prosper, but coincidentally, I don't like to follow the will of Heaven."

Without hesitation, Liu Ju chose the "human" camp, which earned him a few approving glances from Li Chengqian.

"I find you much more pleasing to the eye now."

As Li Chengqian spoke, he also chose the "human" camp.

Liu Ju raised an eyebrow, looking at Fusu and Yinzhi with an air of self-righteousness: "And you two? Surely none of you are willing to submit to Heaven?"

Fusu and Yinzhi exchanged a glance, revealing smiles that were somewhat similar. "To contend with Heaven, to defy Heaven—haven't we been doing just that all along?"

Yinzhi nodded. "The fact that you've come this far shows that no one believes in fate."

They are not god-slayers, but simply people who have no god in their hearts.

The four stood facing each other, their equally outstanding but different appearances revealing an unspoken understanding and harmony.

[Factions have been determined]

The battle between the human and god factions has begun.

How can man overcome God?

Even though they had only seen a little bit of the divine abilities described in the Investiture of the Gods, everyone knew how terrifying the so-called gods were. But no one thought that the four of them had made the wrong choice.

Because this wasn't just the choice of the four of them, but also the choice of the four kingdoms; it represented their original aspirations and beliefs. Just as Fusu said, what they had been doing all along was fighting against fate and destiny.

If we didn't strive, how could we have come to this great world and had such a wonderful encounter?

No one thought there was anything wrong with their choices, it's just... some people didn't quite understand their actions.

"What is the myna bird doing?"

Watching the camera, the four of them dispersed after discussing something, and Yinzhi, who had actively joined the Shang camp and was exuding charm, quickly blended into Su Daji's side. Confused, Yinzhi couldn't help but ask.

"The building is collapsing, why is the myna still going..."

"You can tell just by looking at it; a myna won't do anything for nothing."

Although Yinzhen didn't know why Yinsi did this, he trusted all his decisions completely.

Yinreng and others also believed in Xiao Ba.

What he didn't say was that although his eighth brother seemed lazy on the surface, he was by no means lacking in intelligence or ability. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of promoting his eighth brother to the top, and Mingzhu wouldn't have been so easily fooled by the eldest brother into joining his eighth brother's ranks.

Meanwhile, the trusted Prince Yinzhi was playing the zither for Su Daji.

The still magnificent palace inexplicably showed a hint of desolation, like the last rays of light emanating from the setting sun, dazzling but fleeting.

“Many people have played the zither here, but only one person has left a deep impression on me,” Daji slowly stepped down from the throne, leaving only her and Yinzhi in the empty hall. “Now, there is one more: you.”

Yinzhi's hand gently stroked the strings of the zither. When the music stopped, he raised his head slightly and asked with a soft smile, "From then until now, has Your Majesty achieved your wish?"

...

On the other side, in the camp of Chaoge, Ji Fa introduced Fusu to everyone with a gentle expression: "This is Fusu, my good friend, who has come to help me this time."

The people in the tent looked at each other, wondering where this Fusu had come from. Logically speaking, by this point, defeating the Yin Shang dynasty was a foregone conclusion. To join the battle now would be considered adding icing on the cake, or to put it bluntly, it would be seen as opportunistically trying to steal credit.

But since these words were spoken by King Wu, no one would express any objection. In addition, when Yang Jian and the others saw Fusu, they inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards him, remembering only that he was a gentle and refined person, not that kind of person.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Fusu."

Just like how everyone couldn't understand how Yinzhi managed to get close to Daji, they also couldn't understand how Fusu gained Ji Fa's trust so quickly.

But the Qin people only remembered that this was normal; when their eldest son wasn't outspoken, he was still very good at intimidating people!

Moreover, most of the Qin people were proud of their eldest sons. Seeing this scene, they felt both proud and normal. Who wouldn't be impressed by their eldest son?

In the stillness of the night, Ji Fa stroked the jade pendant his elder brother had given him, recalling the words he had spoken to Fusu when they met, and couldn't help but murmur softly, "Brother, Fusu was sent by you to help me, wasn't he..."

...

In the 550th year of the Yin calendar, King Zhou was defeated at the Battle of Muye and committed suicide by burning himself on the Deer Terrace.

Ji Fa cut off his head and hung it on a large white flag to display it to the public, thus announcing the formal demise of the Shang Dynasty. He then proclaimed the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty on a high platform, along with the declaration that "if Heaven blesses us, we follow Heaven; if Heaven does not bless us, we defy Heaven."

At the beginning of the Western Zhou Dynasty, everything was restored.

Before a capital was established, Ji Fa handled various affairs in the temporary palace in Chaoge, including the establishment of ritual systems, the pacification of feudal lords, and the resettlement of displaced people. All these tasks weighed heavily on the shoulders of the new king.

"Your Majesty, Fusu requests an audience." The eunuch's voice was so soft as if he were afraid of disturbing the silence of the palace.

Ji Fa put down his pen, rubbed his throbbing temples, and a barely perceptible tremor crossed his brow: "Send it."

Fusu, dressed in a plain cloth robe, walked in slowly. Unlike the solemnity of the court officials, his eyes held a youthful clarity: "Your Majesty has been working hard these past few days, with mountains of paperwork. I have seen it all and am truly worried. Now that Chaoge has been newly established and the streets and alleys have been renovated, why don't you come with me for a walk? Let's take a look at this newly rebuilt capital and relax for a moment."

Ji Fa gazed at the sunlight streaming through the window, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded. He had indeed needed a moment of respite from the entanglements of official duties for days. Moreover, Fusu was always different to him; he trusted him.

As Ji Fa followed Fusu out of the temporary palace, the bluestone path beneath his feet still felt cold and hard from its new paving. Most of the houses on either side were still under repair. The sounds of craftsmen chiseling wood, children laughing, and merchants hawking their wares mingled together, exuding a vibrant energy that seemed to have survived a catastrophe. Ji Fa looked at all this, and the taut lines of his jaw softened slightly.

However, as they walked, the noise seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand, abruptly ceasing. The pedestrians who had been bustling about, the busy craftsmen, and the playful children had all vanished without a trace. The entire street was empty except for the sound of his and Fusu's footsteps, with the wind whistling a few withered leaves past the corner of the wall.

Ji Fa paused, but showed no panic. He turned to look at Fusu beside him, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt, but no wariness—he knew Fusu would never harm him, and this sudden silence must have a reason.

Fusu met his gaze, said nothing, but simply raised his hand to gesture forward, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Ji Fa took a deep breath, steadied himself, and continued forward in the direction he indicated. The further they went, the more an ancient and majestic aura seemed to permeate the air, like a colossal beast that had slumbered for thousands of years slowly awakening.

At the end of the road, two figures stood side by side. The young man on the left wore a red robe, with a handsome face and an undeniable air of intelligence between his brows; the young man on the right wore a bright yellow brocade robe, with a tall and straight posture, but his eyes held a nonchalant smile and languor.

A sword was stuck diagonally in the ground between the two people.

The sword was so dazzling that even when it was in its sheath, it seemed as if a stream of light was flowing across it. The hilt was engraved with intricate patterns, resembling undulating mountains and flowing stars. The patterns on the sheath made Ji Fa's heart skip a beat—they were the totems he had seen in the murals used to worship the Yellow Emperor.

An overwhelming surge of excitement welled up within him. Ji Fa strode forward, his steps slightly heavy with urgency. He bowed to the two men, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "May I ask, gentlemen, is this the Xuanyuan Sword?"

Upon hearing the words "Xuanyuan Sword," Liu Ju and Li Chengqian, dressed in red, exchanged a knowing glance with a knowing look in their eyes. "They've finally arrived. Let's begin!"

Liu Ju: "King Wu, you have arrived."

Li Chengqian: "This sword is the Xuanyuan Sword, and also the Human Emperor's Sword."

As they spoke, the two stared at Ji Fa and said in unison, "Only the Human Emperor can draw this sword. King Wu, do you dare to give it a try?"