Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Kong Xuan's gaze fell on the God-Slaying Whip in Jiang Ziya's hand, but he only glanced at it briefly and did not linger.

"Investiture of the Gods".

He spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

It wasn't a question, it was a command.

Jiang Ziya trembled all over, his knuckles clenched so tightly that they turned white and the veins stood out.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by a wad of waterlogged cotton, dry and tight, and he couldn't make a sound.

He knew he was powerless to resist.

Even Master Yuanshi Tianzun, Laozi, the head of the Three Pure Ones, and the two Western Saints couldn't stop Kong Xuan from casually wiping them away. What makes Jiang Ziya so special?

With this God-Slaying Whip that has lost its magic? Or with these dozens of terrified, defeated soldiers behind him?

joke.

"Jiang Shang".

Kong Xuan's voice rang out again, still calm, but with a hint of barely perceptible chill:

"Don't make me say it a second time."

Jiang Ziya suddenly shuddered.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure in black robes in the air.

Sunlight streamed down from behind Kong Xuan, obscuring his face in the backlight, revealing only a pair of deep, ancient eyes that gazed calmly at him.

There was no murderous intent, no contempt, and not even any emotion in his eyes.

There is only one kind of absolute, all-encompassing indifference.

It's as if he, Jiang Ziya, with the Investiture of the Gods in his hand, with this devastated Xiqi, and with this calamity of the Investiture of the Gods entangled with countless causes and effects...

In the eyes of the other party, they are nothing but dust, something that can be brushed away at any time.

That's it.

The last vestige of struggle in Jiang Ziya's heart, like a candle flickering in the wind, quietly went out.

With trembling hands, he took out a scroll that shimmered with a faint golden light from his bosom.

The scroll is neither silk nor paper, its material unknown. It feels warm to the touch, yet carries a cold, heavy feeling that is connected to the way of heaven.

The shaft is engraved with dense, mysterious runes, which are now flowing slightly, emitting a faint yet resilient aura of the Heavenly Dao.

It is the Investiture of the Gods!

The ultimate treasure of the Heavenly Dao, bearing the final destiny of this great calamity, drawing countless immortals and gods, and embodying the painstaking efforts and calculations of the Xuanmen and Western Sect!

"senior......"

Jiang Ziya held up the Investiture of the Gods with both hands, his voice hoarse and dry, filled with endless weariness and bitterness:

"The Investiture of the Gods is here."

He slowly bowed and raised the Investiture of the Gods above his head.

Their movements were respectful, and their posture humble.

But deep within those lowered eyes, a complex emotion flickered.

There was resentment, humiliation, relief, and even a vague expectation that he himself was unaware of.

He wanted to see what would happen if Kong Xuan got the Investiture of the Gods.

Is it as Master and Dao Ancestor planned back then, to re-establish the titles of the gods, stabilize the Heavenly Court, and continue the Heavenly Order?

still......

Jiang Ziya dared not think any further.

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He didn't even look down at the golden scroll that Jiang Ziya was holding high.

His gaze swept over it indifferently, as if it were not a supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao that concerned the future of the primordial world, but merely an insignificant object.

"Are any disciples of the Jie Sect on the list?"

Kong Xuan suddenly asked, his voice still calm.

Jiang Ziya was taken aback, then quickly shook his head:

"No! Since the battle at Golden Rooster Ridge and Cloud Piercing Pass, none of the myriad immortals of the Intercepting Sect have been blessed by their predecessors and have made it onto the list!"

This is the truth.

Before Chuanyun Pass, Kong Xuan attained the Dao of Hunyuan, suppressing the Four Saints with his own power and reversing the tide of battle.

Afterwards, he slaughtered the Four Saints, suppressed the selfish desires of the Heavenly Dao, and awakened the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao.

Under his protection, few disciples of the Jie Sect were killed, and even injuries were rare.

No one's true spirit is on the list.

"good."

Kong Xuan nodded slightly.

next moment.

He moved.

They did not accept the Investiture of the Gods.

Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide, and gently brushed it towards the scroll in Jiang Ziya's hand that was shimmering with golden light...

The movements were casual, as if brushing away dust from a table.

"brush."

A chaotic divine light silently emerged from Kong Xuan's palm.

The divine light was initially as thin as a hair, but in an instant it transformed into a chaotic ribbon of light, condensed to the extreme, which stretched across the void and gently... brushed onto the Investiture of the Gods.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was no cataclysmic impact.

There was only a soft sound, like glass shattering...

"Click."

Jiang Ziya's pupils suddenly contracted!

He watched helplessly as the scroll in his hand, bearing the will of Heaven and said to be indestructible through countless calamities, was struck by the chaotic divine light in the instant...

Cracks everywhere!

The golden runes flowing across the axis, like burning paper, quickly dimmed, twisted, and dissipated.

The reel itself is like a sand sculpture weathered over millions of years, turning into countless tiny golden specks of light that drift away silently from the edges.

"No...no!!!"

Jiang Ziya cried out in alarm, his hands instinctively reaching out to clasp together, trying to protect the shattered scroll.

It may be useless.

Wherever the chaotic divine light passed, all traces of its existence were erased.

The Investiture of the Gods collapsed faster than anyone could have imagined.

In the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ziya's hands were now empty.

Only a few wisps of golden light, not yet completely dissipated, drifted and scattered, illuminating his deathly pale face, which was filled with horror and disbelief.

The Investiture of the Gods... is gone?

Was it wiped out by Kong Xuan... with a casual flick of his wrist?

Jiang Ziya's mind went blank, as if he had been struck by lightning from the heavens, his soul frozen in place.

This is the Investiture of the Gods!

It was bestowed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and is held by the Master Yuanshi Tianzun, a supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao that bears the final destiny of this great calamity!

It is inherently closely connected with the rules of Heaven, containing immeasurable cause and effect, and involving countless immortals, gods and true spirits!

Destroying the Investiture of the Gods is tantamount to completely destroying the outcome of this great calamity, and it is equivalent to forcibly interrupting the cleansing and reconstruction of order preordained by the Heavenly Dao!

This...this is defying the heavens!

No, this is even worse than defying the heavens!

This is a complete rip-up of the script set by Heaven!

"You...you actually destroyed the Investiture of the Gods?!"

Jiang Ziya's voice trembled, filled with endless fear and bewilderment:

"Do you know... what this means?!"

"This means the calamity will never end! It means the order of Heaven will collapse! It means..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"...

A series of soft sounds, like bubbles bursting, echoed from the void.

Jiang Ziya trembled violently and suddenly looked up!

He sensed that the moment the Investiture of the Gods shattered, the countless true spirit imprints that were closely connected to and bound within the Investiture of the Gods... also... completely dissipated!

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Yu Ding Zhenren, Dao Xing Tianzun, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun...

Huanglong Zhenren, Lingbao Dafashi, Julusun, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Puxian Zhenren, Cihang Daoren...

The Twelve Golden Immortals!

There are also many more third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, remnants of the Western Sect, and even the true spirits of some powerful rogue cultivators who made the list...

At this moment, it was as if the last spark had been extinguished, and it was completely...extinguished!

With the destruction of the Investiture of the Gods, the true spirits on the list... naturally vanished as well!

They don't even have the chance to be reincarnated!

In the truest sense... utterly annihilated, body and soul gone!

"No...no...no..."

Jiang Ziya staggered backward and collapsed onto the dusty Conferred God Platform, his face ashen and his eyes unfocused.

He seemed to see the furious face of his master, Yuanshi Tianzun; he saw the cold gaze of Daozu Hongjun; he saw the scene of the Heavenly Dao unleashing world-destroying lightning punishment...

They destroyed the Investiture of the Gods, severed the destiny of the Great Tribulation, and annihilated the true spirits listed on the list...

Such cause and effect, such karma, is enough to cause the Heavenly Dao to unleash the most terrifying backlash, enough to cause the sage to perish, and enough to return the primordial world to chaos!

Kong Xuan... How dare he?!

How dare he?!