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Hongjun looked at him, his gaze calm.

"The Investiture of the Gods has been signed, and the Six Sages are all on the list."

"The great calamity is about to begin, and the conferment of gods will commence."

"This Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip must be handed over to the one destined to face this calamity."

"He will be in charge of bestowing titles upon the gods and will act on behalf of Heaven."

Yuanshi stood beside Hongjun, gazing at the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip, his mind churning with thoughts.

The one destined for calamity.

He was in charge of the Investiture of the Gods.

Acting on behalf of Heaven.

Is this Dao Ancestor going to hand over the power of bestowing gods to the Chan Sect?

Yuanshi felt a surge of heat in his heart, but that heat was quickly suppressed.

Because he knew that the Dao Ancestor never did anything pointless.

Whoever is entrusted with the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip will be the one destined to face calamity.

But the person destined for this calamity must meet one condition.

The fate of the flying bear.

Yuanshi raised his eyes and looked at Hongjun.

"Dao Ancestor, what is the Flying Bear's destiny?"

Hongjun looked at him, his gaze calm as still water.

"The Flying Bear is destined by Heaven to face calamity."

"Although his cultivation level is not high, his foundation is not strong, and his aptitude is mediocre."

"Yet they are blessed with great fortune and have great opportunities."

"He can assist a wise ruler in a human dynasty and help him establish his kingdom."

"He can act on behalf of Heaven and take charge of the Investiture of the Gods during the Great Tribulation."

"It is possible to influence the unchangeable outcome within the predetermined course of fate."

The sound faded, like the evening drum and the morning bell.

Yuan Shi was stunned.

Low cultivation level?

Is the foundation weak?

Mediocre talent?

Could someone like that really be in charge of the Investiture of the Gods?

Can it also act on behalf of Heaven?

Could he also wield the God-Slaying Whip?

His mind raced, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The fate of the flying bear.

Within my own teachings, there happen to be two.

Jiang Ziya.

Shen Gongbao.

Both of them were destined to be flying bears, and both possessed a destiny bestowed by heaven.

They were all destined to face calamity.

They all have to play a crucial role in this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

Yuan Shi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"Dao Ancestor, two of my disciples possess the destiny of a flying bear."

"One is Jiang Ziya, and the other is Shen Gongbao."

"Which one is destined to face this calamity?"

Hongjun gazed at him, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Both of them are.

The four words fell like a thunderclap.

The pupils of the primordial beings contracted slightly.

Both of them?

Are Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao both destined to face calamity?

There is only one copy of the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip.

Only one person can be destined for this calamity.

How should this be arranged?

Hongjun seemed to see through his thoughts, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao, though from the same school, followed different paths."

"Jiang Ziya may have mediocre talent, but he is kind-hearted and can assist a wise ruler in establishing a stable dynasty."

"Shen Gongbao is intelligent, but his mind is restless. He can persuade people from all directions and gather immortals."

"Each of them has their strengths and weaknesses."

"The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods requires the combined efforts of two people to advance."

"One person assisted Zhou, while another aided Zhou."

"One positive, one negative; one bright, one dark."

"Only then can all the immortals of the three religions be listed on the list."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Yuan Shi was startled.

One person assisted Zhou, while another aided Zhou.

One positive, one negative; one bright, one dark.

Is this the Dao Ancestor's arrangement?

Is this the progression of the Investiture of the Gods?

Is this the predicament that the Jie Sect is facing?

A chill ran through Yuan Shi’s heart.

The Taoist Ancestor was incredibly cunning.

He had already planned it out.

He had calculated it from the moment he signed the Investiture of the Gods.

He had already calculated it from the moment Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao entered the sect.

From the moment he took these two people in, he had already planned it out.

"The Taoist ancestor is wise."

Yuanshi bowed deeply, his voice low.

Hongjun looked at him, his gaze calm.

"Keep the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip for now."

"When the time is right, it will be handed over to the person destined to face the calamity."

"Let him act on behalf of Heaven and take charge of the investiture of gods."

Yuanshi nodded and reached out to put the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip into his sleeve.

The two treasures were slipped into my sleeve, feeling heavy.

That was the weight of the Investiture of the Gods.

That is the predetermined measure of Heaven.

That was his last chance to expound his teachings.

"This disciple takes his leave."

Yuanshi bowed and turned to leave.

Hongjun suddenly spoke.

"Wait a minute."

Yuan Shi stopped and turned around.

"Does the Dao Ancestor have any further instructions?"

Hongjun gazed at him, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

"Xuan Du is not to be underestimated."

"He can subdue the four ferocious beasts, subdue the rebellious gods, awaken the human way, and perfect the earth way."

"It's not just about scheming."

"It's about strength."

"It's a strength that even I have to be wary of."

"Don't think that having the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip means you can rest easy."

"In the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, each will rely on their own abilities."

Even if it is the predetermined course of Heaven, it is not necessarily impossible to defy it.

"If you underestimate your enemy, the Chan Sect will never have a chance to recover."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Yuan Shi trembled violently.

He looked at Hongjun, at that ancient yet solemn face.

An indescribable chill welled up in my heart.

The Taoist patriarch was reminding him.

No.

It was a warning to him.

Xuandu should not be underestimated.

The Investiture of the Gods doesn't guarantee victory.

There are still risks associated with the Chan sect.

"Disciple understands."

Yuanshi bowed deeply, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"This disciple will certainly be careful and cautious, and will never underestimate the enemy."

Hongjun nodded.

"Go."

After those two words, nothing more was said.

Yuanshi turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The golden figure vanished from Zixiao Palace in an instant.

The chaotic airflow flowed slowly.

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of chaos, gazing at the disappearing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Jiang Ziya, Shen Gongbao."

He murmured softly.

"The Flying Bear's Fate".

"The Investiture of the Gods and the Tribulation".

"Xuan Du, take a look."

"How do you plan to break this game?"

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

......

Outside Zixiao Palace

The void rippled slightly.

The figure of Yuanshi emerged from the ripples, his Taoist robe golden, his face solemn.

He stood outside the palace gate, looking down at the two faint lights in his palm.

Conferred God list.

The God-Slaying Whip.

The two treasures were slipped into my sleeve, feeling heavy.

That was the weight of the Investiture of the Gods.

That is the predetermined measure of Heaven.

That was his last chance to expound his teachings.

Yuan Shi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

I looked up and gazed into the distance.

Kunlun Mountain direction.

In the Jade Void Palace, the Twelve Golden Immortals were still waiting for him.

Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao are still cultivating.

The Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods is about to begin.

He has to go back.

A plan must be laid out.

We must capture a city before Xuandu can react.

Yuanshi took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The golden figure vanished from outside the Purple Cloud Palace in an instant.