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Xuan Du gazed at the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip, his eyes calm as still water.

Beneath that calm surface lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

He didn't answer.

He simply gazed at Jiang Ziya, at that composed face.

long silence.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"Jiang Ziya, do you know what the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip signify?"

Jiang Ziya nodded.

"Know."

"It signifies the tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods."

"It means the destiny of heaven."

"It means the life or death of those on the list."

"This signifies the fate of the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect."

Xuan Du nodded.

"Since you knew that, why did you bring them?"

"Bring it to me?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll destroy them?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head.

"I'm not afraid."

"Because the vice-leader won't destroy it."

"Because the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip are supreme treasures of Heaven."

"Even the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Grand Luo Realm cannot destroy it."

"Even if the Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself came, it would still take some effort."

"I brought them here not so that the Vice Master would destroy them."

"It's up to the vice-leader... to handle."

Xuan Du looked at him, the smile on his lips deepening.

"What to do?"

"How should we handle this?"

Jiang Ziya remained silent.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

A moment later.

He spoke slowly:

"This disciple does not know."

"But I know that the Vice Master must have a way."

"There must be a way to protect more disciples of the Jie Sect during the Investiture of the Gods."

"There must be a way to make the Jie Sect invincible during the Great Calamity."

"There must be a way to make the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip an asset to the Jie Sect, rather than a shackle."

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Xuan Du looked at him and remained silent.

a long time.

He slowly raised his hand.

A chaotic light quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.

The light was initially very faint, but in just a moment it became as intense as the blazing sun.

Amidst the radiance, the Chaos Pearl slowly rose.

The pearl is a chaotic color, and its entire body is crystal clear.

On the body of the pearl, forty-nine chaotic restrictions flowed endlessly.

Each restriction contains the supreme power from the beginning of creation.

Xuan Du stared at the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip, his gaze hardening.

"Jiang Ziya, you are right."

"I will certainly not destroy the Investiture of the Gods or the God-Slaying Whip."

"It can't be destroyed either."

"But I can weaken them."

Jiang Ziya was taken aback.

weaken?

How to weaken it?

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly spoke:

"The Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip are supreme treasures of Heaven."

"Those whose names are on the list will die and their spirits will be recorded on the list."

"Wherever the whip strikes, the souls of those on the list are annihilated."

"But their power comes from the Way of Heaven."

"From Hongjun Daozu."

"It comes from some predetermined fate."

"If I could infuse it with the spirit of humanity."

"Use the power of humanity to harmonize the power of the Way of Heaven."

"The power of the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip will be weakened."

"The risk has been reduced so that those on the list may not necessarily die."

"Weakening it to the point that the whip may not necessarily annihilate the soul."

"If it is weakened to the point that the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods may not be irreversible."

The sound fell like a thunderclap.

Jiang Ziya's pupils constricted slightly.

Humanity and fortune.

It was injected into the Investiture of the Gods.

Injected into the God-Slaying Whip.

Weakening the power of the Heavenly Treasure.

Make the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods reversible.

Those who make the list are not necessarily doomed.

Let the will of Heaven be predetermined, no longer beyond our control.

Is this the plan of the Vice Master of Xuandu?

Is this the Jie Sect's backup plan?

This is the method the man in blue used to deal with the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

Jiang Ziya took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart.

"The Vice-Chancellor is brilliant!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Xuandu waved his hand.

"No need for such formalities."

Get up.

Jiang Ziya got up and stood in the cave.

His hands trembled slightly as he held the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip.

The trembling was not due to fear.

It's because of excitement.

It's because of hope.

It was because he finally saw a turning point in the Investiture of the Gods.

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"Jiang Ziya, you shall keep the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip."

Jiang Ziya was taken aback.

"Vice Master, you won't let your disciple hand it over to you?"

Xuandu shook his head.

"No need."

"You're more useful with them than I am."

"Because you are destined to be a flying bear."

"Because you are destined to be in charge of the Investiture of the Gods."

"Because you were appointed as a deity on behalf of Heaven, Heaven will not suspect anything."

"If I take them, Dao Ancestor Hongjun will definitely notice."

"At that time, if he takes action personally, neither of us will benefit."

"So, you should keep it."

"I will infuse it with the spirit of humanity to weaken its power."

"Take them back to Xiqi."

"Continue to assist the Zhou dynasty, continue to bestow divine titles on behalf of Heaven."

"Keep doing what you're supposed to do."

Jiang Ziya remained silent.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

The deputy leader does not accept the Investiture of the Gods.

I will not accept the God-Slaying Whip.

Let him continue to carry it.

Continue to assist Zhou.

Continue to bestow divine titles on behalf of Heaven.

Continue to be a pawn of the Chan Sect.

Continue to be the one destined to face the calamity of the Flying Bear.

Why is this?

"Vice Master, your disciple..."

Jiang Ziya spoke, his voice hoarse.

Xuan Du raised his hand to interrupt him.

"You don't need to ask why."

"Just do as I say."

"Because only in this way can we deceive Hongjun."

"Only then could we deceive Yuanshi."

"Only then can we deceive the lofty and supreme Heavenly Dao."

"Only then can we protect more disciples of the Jie Sect during the Investiture of the Gods."

"Only then can the Jie Sect remain invincible during the great calamity."

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Jiang Ziya remained silent.

a long time.

He nodded slowly.

"Disciple understands."

"This disciple will do as the Vice Master says."

Xuan Du nodded.

He raised his hand.

A chaotic light surged from his palm.

It transformed into a tiny ripple, piercing through the void and hurtling towards Chendu.

A moment later.

The void rippled slightly.

A streak of azure light sped in from the east.

It disappeared into Lingyun Cave.

The light froze, revealing a figure.

His green robe fluttered in the wind, and his long beard swayed in the breeze.

His face was thin and his eyes were deep.

His body was surrounded by a blue light like the sea, and the phantom image of the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era hung behind him.

Fuxi.

Emperor.

A saint of humanity.

He landed in the cave and bowed slightly.

"Master, did you call for your disciple?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"I'll borrow your merits for a purpose."

Fuxi was taken aback.

Humanitarian merit?

To whom should it be lent?

What are you doing?

He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Ziya.

Looking at the pair of hands holding the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip.

The pupils constrict slightly.

Conferred God list.

The God-Slaying Whip.

The most precious treasure of heaven.

The key to the Investiture of the Gods.

Master wants to use his human merits to infuse these two supreme treasures?

"Master, you need to..."

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"Weaken the power of the Heavenly Treasure."

"Use the power of humanity and destiny to harmonize the power of Heaven."

"Let the Investiture of the Gods no longer be unchangeable."

"Let the God-Slaying Whip no longer be unstoppable."

"To give the Investiture of the Gods a glimmer of hope."

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

Fuxi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart.

"Disciple understands."

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

His body surged with blue light, and his merits and virtues flowed out like a tide.