The Bewildered Monarch...

"Yet with captivating grace in motion, reclaim the long happiness to serve the monarch..."

As the last stroke of the brush fell, the man froze, the pen slipping from his hand to the ground. Countless question marks floated in his mind!

Who am I?

Where am I?

Before he could react further, a sharp pain surged through his brain, memories flooding into the man's mind like the tide. After a long time, he exhaled deeply.

"I have transmigrated... and into the King Zhou!"

At this moment, an elderly man in court attire hurriedly approached, his face filled with anxiety.

"Your Majesty, this is unacceptable..."

"Nuwa is an ancient deity, and Your Majesty composing such poetry is a grave disrespect!"

Watching the bowing Bi Gan, Di Xin felt as if being stroke by a string of  lightening...

Do you think I want to? I was so screwed!

Forget about transmigrating, but how did I end up in this unlucky fellow's body? All because of a poem, I'm ensnared in the schemes of the divine!

In the end, the nation falls, and the people perish...

"Your Majesty, I will immediately order the replacement of this wall with a new one. You can then bathe and burn incense devoutly; Lady Nuwa will surely not hold Your Majesty accountable..."

Di Xin dismissed Bi Gan with a wave, about to say something when a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Aiding System initiating..."

"Binding in progress..."

"System activated!"

Hearing this voice, Di Xin couldn't help but feel ecstatic; the help he longed for had finally arrived...

"Host has two choices!"

"Option one: The system can erase the poem, but the system will permanently shut down!"

"Option two: Ignore the poem, and the system will permanently activate!"

Upon hearing this, Di Xin couldn't help but swallow hard...

A multiple-choice question right off the bat!

But since the system had arrived, it indicated a glimmer of hope.

Choosing to give up means facing off with the venerable beings on his own. Even without this poem today, the calamity of the divine trial would still begin!

"My poem won't be erased; I will return to the court!"

At the same time, the system's voice rang out again.

"Host has made his choice; system permanently binds!"

The various ministers below had different expressions.

"When you return to the court, we must resubmit. This matter is of great importance..."

"That's right, that's right!"

Di Xin ignored the ministers' discussions and walked straight out of the Nuwa Palace.

Sitting in a golden carriage, Di Xin closed his eyes tightly, his mind in disarray!

"System, explain to me now, what is your role?"

"If you weren't strong enough, I will kill myself! To keep you, I even offended Lady Nuwa!"

The system's voice sounded.

"This system aspires to assist the host in becoming the strongest Human King in history!"

"Humankind is the child of the heavens. Host, please uphold this philosophy to rewrite the current tragic fate of humanity..."

Listening to the system's words, Di Xin couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Rewrite?

The future development is unknown to others, but as a transmigrator, Di Xin knows it all too well! In the divine trial, the Shang Dynasty is replaced by the Zhou, and the destiny of humanity is divided among the mighty, leaving no Human King in the world...

The powerful Twelve Golden Immortals was expelled to be mortals, and countless immortals found themselves on the List of Gods, ensnared in schemes.

As for Di Xin, a mortal in flesh, just preserving himself was a challenge!

"System, why do I feel like I've been tricked by you? Do you really want me to compete in arm wrestling with the Sage of Heaven?"

"This system has no intention of harming the host. As long as the host dedicates himself to development, arm wrestling with the Sages is not impossible, right?"

The system's response left Di Xin with a wry smile...

"At least you should give me some powerful techniques and strength!"

"There’s none."

Di Xin almost fell off the carriage, cursing in his heart, "Then what use are you?"

"This system can display the relationships between all factions and the host, along with the strength, positions, and more of these factions..."

Hearing the system's explanation, a term floated into Di Xin's mind.

Nation-building!

"Isn't this just letting me play a game of creating a nation?"

"It can be understood that way..."

Di Xin asked, "I won't ask about the useless novice gift package. Do you have any lucrative reward missions?"

"Not at the moment, but there will be in the future!"

"Why do I feel like I've been tricked again? I was initially lying in my own bed and playing an online game. What's wrong with that?"

How did I get involved in this almost unsolvable situation of the catastrophe caused by the creation of Gods while transmigrating?

Ah...

To find a glimmer of hope in this dire situation, he must establish sufficient strength!

Given the current situation, the Primeval Lord of Heaven of Chan Religious Sect and the angered Nuwa are likely to stand with the Western Zhou.

And the Supreme Venerable Lord has always looked down on Grandmaster of Heaven, so he will probably end up with Western Zhou too.

It seems like I can already prepare for my funeral...

But wait a second! There were still two Sages in the world to strive for!

They were Zhunti and Jieyin, who always said, "I see you have a connection with the West" upon meeting a random genius!

These two belong to the side that offers more benefits, and they would support whoever favored them.

He could try to win them over...

But they were the Sage of Heaven, and what he couldoffer was probably not attractive to them at all.

He was left with the only one way—change the barrenness of the West caused by the catastrophe of Taoist Devils. If he could change this situation, maybe he could have them by his side!

...

"All ministers may leave..."

Di Xin didn't give the courtiers a chance to condemn him; he headed straight for the harem.

The ministers below were left with flushed faces and necks, intending to report to Di Xin and apologize to Nuwa after returning to the court. However, Di Xin didn't go to court at all; he went straight back to the harem.

"How can His Majesty neglect the court and the political affairs like this?"

"This is truly inappropriate..."

After cursing Di Xin as a foolish monarch, they left one by one.

Di Xin returned to his chamber and lay down on the bed.

"For now, the Shang Dynasty must change!"

"Otherwise, there's no way to contend with the Sages!"

Various plans took their place in Di Xin's mind, with the most crucial being the cultivation of a formidable force!

Among the great Shang Dynasty, there were numerous disciples of Jie Religious Sect. If he could recruit a few and establish an academy to teach the people the ways of cultivation, initiating a nationwide practice of cultivation, then he wouldn't be so vulnerable facing the upcoming war.

"Summon Empress Jiang and Concubine Huang!"

In no time, two stunning women pushed open the door to Di Xin's chamber.

Di Xin looked at the two women and couldn't help but sigh, "If I didn't know the impending fate of the Shang Dynasty, I'm afraid I would really become a monarch who neglects the morning court from now on..."

These two women were not only extraordinary in appearance but also had deep backgrounds.

One was the daughter of the Vassal of the East, and the other was the daughter of General Huang Feihu.

Di Xin smiled, "Without peace in the harem, how can there be peace in the world? Turn off the lights!"

In the Nuwa Palace!

"Foolish monarch, foolish monarch, foolish monarch!"

Looking at the poem on the wall composed by Di Xin, Lady Nuwa's anger surged, and she casually shot out a beam of light straight towards the capital city. However, it was blocked by a vital energy flow, dissipating between heaven and earth.