Chapter 28: The Founding Myth of the Tushan Clan, Zhujueyin - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 28: The Founding Myth of the Tushan Clan, Zhujueyin [Upon hearing Daji's words, you suddenly realize.] "So you were that little girl from back then. But I've grown so much since, how did you recognize me?" [Daji smiles lightly at the corners of her mouth, gently tapping your chest with her finger, the warmth of her touch sending tingles through you.] "A person's appearance and body may change, but their soul never does." "Don't forget, I carry the Tushan bloodline and have been learning sorcery since childhood." "Back then, my sorcery power hadn't fully awakened. I tried to walk on water and ended up falling in." "If it weren't for you, I would have drowned and never become the queen consort of the Shang dynasty." [After hearing Daji's explanation, you immediately inquire further.] "Then why, after you destroyed the fortune of Great Shang, did you refuse to leave with me?" [Upon your inquiry, Daji falls silent.] [You can even sense the chill in her body.] [After a long wait, Daji finally speaks.] "It is all because of Zhujueyin." "Zhujueyin?" [Unfamiliar with this deity, you're unsure how to respond.] ... Su Mo shuddered when he heard Daji mention Zhujueyin. This was the second time he had heard of Zhujueyin since arriving in this world. Could it be? This world he traversed into wasn't created by the traditional Pangu, but by Zhujueyin? Indeed. The world was vast, with dynasties standing in abundance, possibly over ten times larger than Earth. Yet, Su Mo found it perplexing why Earth's various dynasties coexisted. One must know. Civilizations have developmental trajectories; they don't just start this way without progression. Could something extraordinary have happened? As Su Mo pondered, the simulation continued. [You ask Daji who Zhujueyin is, and why their name is absent among the many gods and deities.] [Daji doesn't directly answer but begins to tell you a tale.] [The creation myth anciently passed down by the Tushan clan.] [A long time ago, the heavens and earth were indistinguishable, an entity in chaos.] [Within this chaos, Zhujueyin coiled around a lightless sea, its body composed of unknown materials, ceaselessly stirring the sea.] [No one knows how long this went on until one day, two gigantic pearls erupted from this lightless sea.] [These pearls embedded themselves into Zhujueyin's eye sockets, one named Sun, the other Moon.] [When the eye named Sun opened, the world brightened.] [A great voice emanated from the Sun's location.] "I am Fuxi, Master of Day!" [When the Moon eye opened, the world dimmed, yet not returned to lightless chaos.] [With its opening, another great voice rang out.] "I am Nuwa, Mistress of Night!" [Thus, the eternal silence of chaos was divided into day and night.] [After distinguishing day from night, Zhujueyin aimlessly continued stirring the formerly lightless sea, now named the Sea of Darkness.] [Eventually, Zhujueyin stirred forth numerous clutter and formless fragments of time from this Sea of Darkness, each fragment representing an era of a future world.] [It wound these fragments around its dragon whiskers and discarded the clutter.] [Subsequently, Zhujueyin exhaled primordial breath, dispersing the Sea of Darkness.] [Within chaos, the primordial shape of the world emerged.] [Kunlun and Buzhou Mountains were yet to rise, limitless oceans but chaotic mist, Zhujueyin shed its scales, transforming into 1.296 billion stars hanging in the cosmos.] [Its eyes, not content with solitude, birthed a man and a woman.] [These were Fuxi and Nuwa.] [Fuxi retrieved a giant axe from the clutter, hacking at Zhujueyin's neck. Once decapitated, Zhujueyin's blood poured out as the Milky Way, its body turning to dust and all things.] [Nuwa cast Zhujueyin's head toward the sky, maintaining the balance between heaven and earth, her immense power severing them further apart.] [From then on, the heavens soared high, the earth deep.] [After sealing Zhujueyin's head, its breath transformed into the four winds of seasons, dragon roars spurring the growth of all things.] [The sun and moon in the sky were these eyes of Zhujueyin.] [Time fragments on its dragon whiskers fell to the earth, igniting the fires of civilization, allowing all eras to coexist without succession.] [Even now, Zhujueyin's sighs echo above, eternally undispersed.] ... Upon hearing Daji's recount of this world's creation myth, Su Mo stood stupefied. So that's how it was. No wonder so many different dynasties mingled in this world. Whether the Xia or Yu dynasties exist within this tapestry remains unknown. Or indeed. Might the tribes of Emperor Yellow, Yan Emperor, and Chiyou still be here? Going even further back! However, when considered closely. The true creators seem to be Fuxi and Nuwa. After all, Zhujueyin was dismembered into the world. Recalling earlier system prompts of being watched by Zhujueyin. Su Mo speculated that perhaps the god's unwilling spirit refused to merely become the world, hence the previous option for sacrificing the Arhat Golden Body to acquire supreme devilish arts. Within the simulation, the narrative progressed. [After Daji's tale, you were deeply affected, never imagining the world's origins were so grand and colorful.] [Fuxi and Nuwa, the highest among the deities and ghosts.] [You cannot fathom their mindset during such creations.] [From another perspective.] [Zhujueyin should be their progenitor.] [Daji chuckled at your surprised expression, assuring you not to take it too seriously.] [Yet, she still withheld specific reasons.] [You continued to press, with Daji mentioning it related to the present king's comatose state, and the guardian bird of Great Shang, derived from one of Zhujueyin's whiskers.] [Originally, these dynastic fortunes were eternal, impervious to downfall.] [But Zhujueyin had perpetually stolen Shang's fortune through the bird; now with the bird at its life's end, Shang's fate too dwindles, needing a new host for sustenance.] [The king attempted to reclaim the fortune through primordial sorcery and suffered a backlash.] [Years ago, Shang's ancestors eradicated Tushan; as a Tushan descendant, Daji made a pact with Zhujueyin to hasten Shang's collapse.] [Nonetheless, Daji also faced repercussions, her destiny turning ill.] [After learning this, your heart ached, uncertain how to aid her.] [This candid exchange brought you and Daji closer.] [Afterwards, you moved in silence, nipping at Daji's delicate earlobe.] [Perhaps accustomed to it, on your sixth attempt, Daji didn't stop you until the eleventh when pain furrowed her brows.] In the scene before him. Su Mo was filled with sentiments. The styles truly are becoming more varied. [Early the next morning, you and Daji convened at the court.] [The first act of the session was to summon Bo Yikao.] [Bo Yikao had been lodging at a guest house, hopeful that his father's release was at hand, joyfully arriving at the palace upon hearing your summons.] [Staring at Bo Yikao, you knew you couldn't let him leave, so you contrived a justification.] [After sacrificing Bi Gan's heart, while it temporarily quelled the gods' fury, it wasn't sufficient.] [Yikao, known for his wisdom, would be sacrificed to the heavens and gods, ensuring Shang's prosperity and averting calamities.] [In exchange, his father Ji Chang would be freed back to Xiqi!] (End of Chapter)