His soul pierced King Zhou, looking at the blasphemous poems on Nuwa on the powder wall, Di Xin yelled loudly.
“I want to reform!” “I want to let the glory of the race spread across the four continents!”
There are many demon clans in the North Sea, so let’s unite the two clans of human monsters, and the luck will be merged!
The west is vast and sparsely populated, and life is difficult, so there will be great immigration to the west, and the prosperity of western teaching!
Accepting Sanxian, spreading clouds and rain, planting herbs, and raising animals, the heavens are envious!
The population is prosperous, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the human race is rising.
Twenty-eight years later, Empress Nuwa’s eyelids twitched when she saw the soaring luck of the two races of shemale and demon.