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The 100,000 soldiers of Xiqi looked at Jiang Ziya, at the golden light of the Investiture of the Gods, and at the purple light of the God-Slaying Whip.

Some people closed their eyes, some gritted their teeth, and some had trembling hands.

Ji Fa stood on the chariot, gazing at the faces of the 100,000 soldiers, at those faces that went from fear to despair, and then from despair to resignation.

He slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with despair.

"I...understand."

The four words fell, and a great weight was lifted from my shoulders.

He drew his sword, the blade still wet with blood—the blood of his own Xiqi soldiers, stained from the battle just moments before.

Ji Fa stared at the sword, at his own reflection in its blade.

"Jiang Ziya".

He spoke, his voice much calmer.

"You're right. The Shang Dynasty's fate was sealed, and Xiqi took its place. This is the inevitable trend."

"I am attacking King Zhou for the sake of all the people under heaven."

"Even if we are defeated now, it is for the sake of all living beings."

"If my death can end this calamity of the Investiture of the Gods as soon as possible, and bring peace to the world sooner."

"Then I accept it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, a flash of sword light appeared, and blood gushed out.

That resolute figure slowly fell to the ground.

The carriage was empty except for the sword, which was stuck in the wooden board and trembled slightly.

The soldiers of Xiqi gazed at the fallen figure, at the spilled blood, and at the empty chariot.

I don't know who knelt down first.

"Your Majesty..."

Then the second, and the third.

The 100,000-strong army knelt on the ground, the sound of their kowtows like muffled thunder.

"Your Majesty!!!"

The sound reverberated across the fields, echoing before the Sishui Pass, echoing in the twilight and setting sun.

Jiang Ziya stared at the fallen figure, his expression unchanged.

But a faint light flickered deep within those clear eyes.

That light was neither pity nor guilt.

It was simply a feeling of relief and relief.

He turned around and faced the Shang army formation.

Duobao stood in the void, hands behind his back, his golden Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light swayed, Zhao Gongming's golden light flowed, and the three immortals each occupied their respective positions.

Behind him, the immortals of the Jie Sect hung in the void, a dark mass.

Jiang Ziya looked at them and bowed slightly.

"Fellow disciples."

"Xiqi has surrendered, and Ji Fa is dead."

"The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods should come to an end."

Duobao looked at him, at that calm yet weary face, and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Jiang Ziya, you did a good job."

The five words fell, and a great weight was lifted from my shoulders.

Jiang Ziya straightened up.

Holding the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip in his hands, he stepped forward and walked into the Shang army formation.

Every step he took was treading on a pool of blood.

Every step he took was on that shattered battlefield.

The soldiers of the Shang army looked at the gray-white figure with awe, complex emotions, and an indescribable feeling in their eyes.

he came.

The man who assisted Xiqi and opposed the Shang Dynasty.

The person who held the power to bestow titles upon the gods on behalf of Heaven.

The one who ultimately forced the 100,000-strong army of Xiqi to commit suicide.

he came.

We are not here to fight, nor to conquer.

They came to end this calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

Wen Zhong stood at the front of the formation, his three eyes gleaming.

He looked at Jiang Ziya, at that calm yet weary face, and nodded slightly.

"Jiang Ziya".

"This Grand Tutor has been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang Ziya landed in front of him and bowed slightly.

"Grand Tutor."

"I am late."

Wen Zhong gently shook his head.

"Not too late, you've come at the perfect time."

"The Vice-Master just sent a message saying that Hongjun has left, the Heavenly Dao has collapsed, and the matter of the Investiture of the Gods is now entirely in your hands."

Jiang Ziya nodded.

He turned around and faced the sky.

He held up the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip with both hands.

Golden light shimmered, and purple light flowed.

On that list of gods, countless true spirits rise and fall.

Yuanshi, Laozi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa.

The true spirits of the five Heavenly Saints.

And the true spirits of those disciples of the Chan Sect, the Human Sect, and the Western Sect.

Jiang Ziya gazed at the list, at the countless rising and falling spirits, and took a deep breath.

"In that case, I will hand over the Investiture of the Gods to the Vice Leader first."

Duobao nodded slightly; the Investiture of the Gods indeed still needed the Vice Master's decision.

He turned around and faced the dark mass of Jie Sect immortals behind him.

"Fellow junior brothers and sisters."

Duobao spoke, his voice not loud, yet clear enough to penetrate the twilight.

"The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is over, Hongjun has left, and the Heavenly Dao has collapsed."

"We are here, and there is no more fighting."

"The Vice Leader should be waiting on Jin'ao Island right now."

"We will return to Jin'ao Island."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the immortals of the Jie Sect nodded in unison.

Kong Xuan stood beside him, his five-colored divine light swaying slightly.

A rare hint of relief appeared in the depths of those once defiant eyes.

"it is good."

"Back to Jin'ao Island."

The Golden-Winged Roc took a step forward, its golden light sharp and its voice like metal and stone.

"After fighting for so long, my bones are almost falling apart."

"Go back and get some rest."

The Holy Mother of Wudang stood behind, a faint smile appearing on her usually aloof face.

"yes."

"It's time to go back."

The Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit nodded, and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit nodded.

The three immortals stood side by side. Yunxiao raised her hand, and a beam of green light swept past her side.

"Let's go."

"The vice leader is still waiting for us."

Duobao turned around and took one last look at the dilapidated Sishui Pass, the kneeling Xiqi army, and that gray figure.

"Walk."

With the word uttered, he took a step forward.

The golden figure transformed into a streak of light and sped off towards the east.

Kong Xuan followed closely behind, his five-colored divine light trailing through the sky.

The golden-winged roc spreads its wings, its golden light like a rainbow.

Wudang, Guiling, and Jinling followed closely behind.

The three clouds transformed into three streaks of azure light, piercing the twilight.

Behind them, dozens of Primordial Golden Immortals and countless Daluo Golden Immortals set off in unison.

Countless streaks of light, like rivers flowing into the sea, headed towards the East China Sea.

Heading towards Jin'ao Island.

They sped away.

Above the sky, countless streams of light fell like a galaxy.

It illuminates the entire devastated battlefield in front of Sishui Pass.

It illuminated the kneeling 100,000 Xiqi soldiers.

Illuminate the fallen Hime-fa.

Illuminate Jiang Ziya, who stands amidst a pool of blood.

Jiang Ziya looked up at the countless rays of light that had disappeared into the distance, and at the direction in which the golden figure had vanished.

Holding the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip in his hands, golden and purple light shone brightly in the twilight.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

"Grand Tutor."

Wen Zhong stood beside him, a divine light flickering in his three eyes.

"Um?"

Jiang Ziya said, "It's time for this humble Taoist to go to Jin'ao Island."

Wen Zhong looked at him, at that calm yet weary face, and slowly nodded.

"Go."

"The vice-leader is waiting for you."

Jiang Ziya bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Grand Tutor. I have been fortunate to receive your care these past few days."

Wen Zhong waved his hand.

"No need to be so polite. Although you serve the Zhou dynasty, your heart is with the Jie sect."

"You made an indispensable contribution to this battle, and the Vice Leader will surely reward you accordingly."

Jiang Ziya did not answer, but simply straightened up and looked eastward.

The dazzling light was fading into the distance.

He took a deep breath and stepped out.

The gray-white figure also transformed into a streak of light and headed towards Jin'ao Island.

Sishui Pass has returned to silence.

The setting sun finally disappeared, and night quietly descended.

In the pool of blood, the fallen figure gradually grew cold.

The 100,000 kneeling Xiqi soldiers remained kneeling there, none of them rising.

Wen Zhong stood at the front of the formation, gazing at the kneeling figures.

In those three eyes, there was a sigh, there was heaviness, but not a trace of pity.

"Someone come here."

He spoke, but his voice was not loud.

"Collect Ji Fa's body and give him a proper burial. From this day forward, there will be no more Xiqi."

The soldiers of Shangjun all agreed.

The sound echoed in the night, lingering for a long time.