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Xuan Du raised his hand, and the Chaos Pearl hung in his palm, with forty-nine restrictions flowing endlessly.

He used the Chaos Pearl as a guide and the human virtues and merits of Fuxi as a source.

One thread at a time, strand by strand, gust by gust.

He poured that azure light into the Investiture of the Gods.

It was injected into the God-Slaying Whip.

The process was extremely slow.

So slow that it takes several hours to inject even a single strand of energy.

The process was extremely stable.

So steady is the integration of every bit of merit, like spring rain nourishing all things.

The process was extremely secretive.

So subtle is the penetration of every force, as fine as silk threads, leaving no trace.

Jiang Ziya stood in the cave, holding the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip in his hands.

He sensed it.

The oppressive aura emanating from the leader was gradually weakening.

The light on the whip is gradually dimming.

The power of Heaven is being gradually neutralized by human virtue and merit.

The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is gradually becoming reversible.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside him.

Deputy leader.

They really did it.

It is truly weakening the power of the Heavenly Treasure.

This truly leaves a glimmer of hope for the Investiture of the Gods.

They are truly paving a way out for the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect.

time flies.

One day.

two days.

Three days.

Fuxi's human virtues and merits were largely exhausted.

His thin face was full of exhaustion.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't stop.

Because he knew that this was the key to the Investiture of the Gods.

This is the hope of the Jie Sect.

This is the humane future.

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

That's enough.

The word fell like a morning bell or evening drum.

Fuxi finished his work and opened his eyes.

The light in those deep eyes had dimmed.

But beneath that gloom lay a sense of relief and ease.

"Master, is it done?"

Xuan Du nodded.

"It's done."

"The power of the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip has been reduced by 30%."

"Not much, but enough."

"Enough to save more people during the Investiture of the Gods."

"Enough to give the Jie Sect a glimmer of hope during the great calamity."

Jiang Ziya lowered his head, gazing at the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip in his palm.

The golden light emanating from the list remains dazzling.

The light on the whip was still dazzling.

But he knew.

Beneath that brilliance, thirty percent of the power of the Heavenly Dao was missing.

Within that dazzling light, there were three additional acts of human virtue and merit.

The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is no longer irreversible.

Those who make the list are not necessarily dead.

The will of Heaven may be predetermined, but it is not necessarily unchangeable.

"Thank you, Vice Leader."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Fuxi."

Jiang Ziya knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Fuxi waved his hand without speaking.

He simply got up and stood to one side.

His tired face was filled with relief.

Xuandu gazed at Jiang Ziya, his eyes calm.

"Jiang Ziya, you should return 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."

"Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin, awaiting the arrival of the Great Calamity."

"You only need to remember one thing."

Jiang Ziya looked up:

"Please give your instructions, Vice Leader."

Xuan Du spoke slowly and deliberately:

"On the Investiture of the Gods, the disciples of the Jie Sect will save as many as they can."

"Under the God-Slaying Whip, release as many as you can from those on the list."

"This is your greatest mission upon joining the Jie Sect."

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

Jiang Ziya was startled.

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

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Save one if you can.

If we can put one in, we'll put one in.

This was the vice-leader's expectation of him.

This is the significance of his joining the Jie Sect.

This is the mission he received in exchange for betraying the Chan Sect, betraying the Primordial Beginning, and betraying the predetermined fate of Heaven.

"This disciple has remembered."

Jiang Ziya kowtowed, his voice hoarse.

"This disciple will certainly live up to the Vice Leader's expectations."

"Save as many as you can."

"Let one go if we can."

"Even if it costs me my life, I will do it."

As the words fell, a sense of relief washed over him.

Xuan Du nodded.

"Go."

After those two words, nothing more was said.

Jiang Ziya stood up, turned around, and strode out of Lingyun Cave.

Those steps were as steady as a mountain.

That figure, so resolute, was as firm as iron.

He held the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip in his hands.

He was carrying the Heavenly Treasure, whose power had been weakened by thirty percent.

It held onto the turning point of the Investiture of the Gods.

It carries the hopes of the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect.

Heading towards Xiqi, towards that place destined for calamity.

They sped away.

Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace

The ground is paved with gold bricks, and jade pillars reach for the sky.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, his body surrounded by surging Jade Pure Celestial Light, vast as the sea and deep as an abyss.

He closed his eyes and let his mind sink into the depths of the Dao.

Comprehend the laws, solidify your realm, and await the attainment of godhood.

He had been waiting ever since Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao came down the mountain.

Wait for Xiqi to raise an army, wait for Chaoge to respond to the battle, wait for the disciples of the Jie Sect to enter the tribulation, wait for the names on the Investiture of the Gods to be filled one by one.

He wasn't in a hurry even after waiting a long time.

Because this is a fixed number.

The will of Heaven is predetermined and cannot be defied.

Even Xuandu could not reverse it.

Even the Jie Sect (解教) had to face this calamity.

Even the man in blue couldn't save everyone.

A slow smile crept onto Yuan Shi's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an uncontrollable sense of pride.

With the Investiture of the Gods in hand and the God-Slaying Whip in hand, he was ready to fight.

Jiang Ziya was in Xiqi, and Shen Gongbao was in Chaoge.

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

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect will soon be listed on the list.

No matter how strong Xuandu is, he can't protect everyone.

Thinking of this, the unease in his heart gradually dissipated.

suddenly.

Yuan Shi was startled.

Those closed eyes suddenly snapped open.

The celestial light of Jade Purity suddenly froze.

He sensed it.

The fortunes of the Chan sect are declining.

It's not a gradual decline.

It's a collapse.

It's a sharp drop.

It is like a mountain collapsing, a river overflowing, or a star falling.

%.

A full ten percent.

Yuan Shi's face turned deathly pale.

On that majestic face, the light of Jade Purity Immortal shone intermittently.

He looked down at his hands.

In his palm, the Jade Pure Immortal Light surged like a tide.

But he sensed it beneath that light.

Luck has diminished.

The foundation has been shaken.

The Chan sect is injured.

"How is that possible...?"

Yuanshi muttered in a low voice, his voice hoarse like that of a vengeful ghost.

"How could this happen?"

"What exactly happened?"

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging horror in his heart.

Close your eyes and let your mind sink into the depths of the Dao.

Perceive it carefully.

Where exactly did the collapse of fortune originate?

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Yuanshi opened his eyes.

In those eyes, the Jade Clarity Immortal Light was as cold as ice.

He found it.

The source of the collapse of fortune lies in Xiqi.

In Jiang Ziya.

That disciple of the Chan Sect whom he personally sent down the mountain to assist Xiqi and to bestow divine titles on behalf of Heaven.

That person, of mediocre talent and weak foundation, yet destined for greatness, was destined to face calamity.

What did he do?

Yuanshi gritted his teeth, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged like a tide.

His divine sense surged forth like a tide, instantly piercing through the void and landing in Xiqi.

It fell towards Jiang Ziya.

It fell towards the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip.

He wants to see.

Let's see what this disciple has done.

This caused the fortune of the Chan Sect to plummet by 10%.