Chapter 270: Son of Di Ku

Five Emperors? Are you referring to the Five Emperors of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? Was Di Xin really a descendant of the Five Emperors?!

"Professor Beishan…"

Director Takahashi had just begun to address Professor Beishan when the name was barely out—he seemed to already sense his confusion, eyes never leaving the screen, unwilling to miss a single second, and spoke rapidly.

"Di Xin was the last ruler of the Shang Dynasty in ancient China, commonly known as 'Zhou,' 'King Zhou,' or 'Shang King Zhou.'

He was a descendant of Tang of Shang, who was the founding monarch of the Shang Dynasty—the dynasty Tang established.

Tang of Shang, according to ancient texts, descended from the Shang tribal clan and was the fourteenth-generation descendant of Xie.

Xie, also known as Xie, was also called 'Yebi'; he was the son of Di Ku and Jian Di.

Di Ku—I don't need to tell you who he is, right? He was one of the Five Emperors among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and also the prototype of Di Jun, the Heavenly Emperor in the Shanhaijing."

Oh my god!!!

Director Takahashi and the others gaped, cursing silently in their minds, eyes wide open.

Was King Zhou really that powerful?!

They had assumed he was merely a Shang Dynasty king, never imagining he was connected to the Five Emperors. Suddenly, everyone recalled Su Daji's words and fell into stunned uncertainty.

"Perhaps King Zhou was not as tyrannical and cruel as we believed—murdering loyal ministers, drowning in wine pools and meat forests." A senior official muttered to himself.

Professor Beishan heard this, glanced over, and rolled his eyes.

"Who told you King Zhou was tyrannical and cruel? The Investiture of the Gods?"

"Cough… yes."

"The Investiture of the Gods, while based on ancient history, is not history itself."

Professor Beishan laughed bitterly and said:

"In academic circles, evaluations of King Zhou are far from uniformly negative; many scholars believe he was deliberately smeared.

According to some historical records, he was tall, handsome, intelligent, and a capable ruler—he did not slaughter loyal ministers as the Investiture of the Gods claimed; instead, he promoted many commoners to official positions.

He showed no mercy to noble families, even his own relatives—he killed them without hesitation.

As for claims of his cruelty, archaeological findings suggest he was not cruel at all, but rather benevolent: while earlier Shang rulers favored human sacrifice, during King Zhou's reign, human sacrifice became extremely rare.

How could such a ruler be considered a foolish, depraved man who drowned in wine pools and meat forests?

Moreover, King Zhou was not without achievements; in fact, his accomplishments were immense. His greatest achievement was resolving the Dongyi problem.

The Dongyi were tribes living along the lower Yellow River; the Shang people themselves originated from the Dongyi, yet there was no kinship between them. The Dongyi frequently raided, and King Zhou spent decades subduing them—his achievement was enormous.

Considering all I've said, King Zhou cannot be called a tyrant—he was, in fact, a distinguished ruler."

"If King Zhou was so powerful, how did Zhou Wuwang defeat him?" asked Director Takahashi.

Professor Beishan withdrew his gaze and continued watching the screen as he replied:

"I can only speculate: King Zhou spent decades subduing the Dongyi, and that was precisely the problem—Shang's elite armies were all engaged in the Dongyi campaign, leaving the homeland undefended. The Zhou tribe, located in the west—the precursor to the Zhou Dynasty, led by King Wuwang Ji Fa—took advantage of the weakness and launched a surprise attack."

"Of course, this doesn't mean Zhou Wuwang was wrong, nor that King Zhou was absolutely right.

The victor writes history—it has always been so.

In the struggle for supremacy, there is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat."

"But regardless of who was right or wrong in the struggle for supremacy, Zhou Wuwang still took advantage of the weakness—didn't he fear angering Di Ku? After all, his own descendant was betrayed—who could tolerate that? And this descendant wasn't some worthless brat—he was an outstanding heir."

Asked Director Takahashi.

After all, the supernatural and gods now exist, and the celestial imprints in Tochigi Prefecture prove that in those distant ages, humans were not ordinary people—they were all supernaturally enhanced.

Dynasties were not mere earthly kingdoms but resembled immortal courts and divine states, far beyond imagination.

Even Japan was like this; ancient China was certainly extraordinary. The Shang Dynasty, as one of the great ancient dynasties, combined with Su Daji's immense power, and as the husband she took pride in, King Zhou's strength must have been formidable—he was undoubtedly a child of heaven.

So if his own descendant was betrayed, would Laozu Sect stand idly by?

"You're right—if a descendant is attacked, Laozu Sect won't let it slide. But what if they were relatives?"

"Relatives?"

"Professor Beishan, don't tell me Zhou Wuwang was also a descendant of Di Ku."

"Yes, Zhou Wuwang was also a descendant of Di Ku. I just said Zhou Wuwang came from the Zhou tribe, a lineage of Gong Danfu—the leader of the Zhou tribe. You may not know Gong Danfu, but you might recognize him as Zhou Taiwang—Gong Danfu is Zhou Taiwang.

And Zhou Taiwang was the twelfth-generation descendant of Hou Ji, the Zhou ancestor."

At this moment, Professor Zhongtian gasped in astonishment.

"Hou Ji?! Professor Beishan, are you saying Hou Ji… is Di Ku's eldest legitimate son?"

Under everyone's gaze, Professor Beishan nodded, offering a wry smile.

"The Zhou ancestor Hou Ji I mentioned is indeed Di Ku's eldest legitimate son. Both Zhou Wuwang and King Zhou are descendants of Di Ku's offspring—how could Di Ku possibly hold a grudge? He couldn't."

Stunned silence.

Everyone was left speechless, jaws hanging open.

So Zhou Wuwang and King Zhou were family fighting each other… relatives battling relatives…

Director Takahashi's lips twitched—this was undoubtedly the most insane family feud he'd ever seen, escalating all the way to full-scale war between nations.

"I now seriously suspect that since Zhou Wuwang and King Zhou were relatives, maybe they were childhood friends? Childhood friends turned enemies, then sought revenge as adults?" A senior official couldn't help blurting out—then immediately broke into cold sweat, clapped a hand over his mouth, and slapped himself repeatedly.

He was terrified—how could he say such nonsense?

Yet the moment he spoke, everyone's lips twitched, and an absurd image flashed in their minds: King Zhou as a child stealing Zhou Wuwang's Gundam Super Robot toy, and Zhou Wuwang silently vowing revenge in his little notebook, swearing to make King Zhou pay.

Professor Beishan, having finished his explanation, turned his gaze back to the screen and said:

"Regarding the descendants of the Five Emperors, I'm more interested in what the old man meant by 'lost bloodline'—lost? Could it be connected to the lost kings…?"

Before he could finish speaking,

Above Russia, in the Primordial Battlefield,

Not long after the emaciated elder's voice faded, a cold tone echoed from the ancient city.

Its voice was celestial, exquisitely alluring, yet brimming with the supreme authority of a divine empress.

"A deceased bloodline scion who has never even set foot upon the Seven Steps of Divinity—short of reaching Immortality, in the end they are all ants; whatever bloodline they carry is useless."

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