Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 267 Discussing the Investiture of the Gods, Angrily Rebuking Zhunti

Once disciples of the four religions enter a calamity, their fate is uncertain, and their future is shrouded in uncertainty.

This is difficult for the traditional sage lineage, which is accustomed to having everything under its control, to accept.

After Hongjun finished speaking, his expression remained calm. He glanced at the saints and with a wave of his sleeve, a golden scroll of heavenly book appeared before him.

As it slowly unfolds, an extremely rich and compelling Daoist aura washes over you.

"This is the Investiture of the Gods. In this great calamity, some will not become immortals but will become gods. Their levels of attainment and their destinies will determine their status. Thus, gods are ranked and die in order of their fate. Those with deep roots and good deeds will become immortals; those with lesser roots and good deeds will become gods; and those with shallow roots and good deeds will become humans. This is the will of Heaven, and it is no small matter. It cannot be defied."

As the sages looked at the large blank space on the Investiture of the Gods, they couldn't help but swallow hard.

"May I ask, teacher, how many people are needed to be listed in this conferment of titles?"

Haotian, who was standing to the side, also secretly pricked up his ears to listen.

The number of gods appointed directly relates to the strength of the Heavenly Court, making it of paramount importance.

Hongjun said, "This time, the conferment of gods requires 365 people to be conferred the titles of 365 righteous gods, who will be divided into eight departments. The upper four departments are Thunder, Fire, Plague, and War, while the lower four departments are the stars, the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, the rain and cloud-bringing gods, and the gods of good and evil. There must be no mistakes."

"More than three hundred people?"

Upon hearing this, the saints secretly breathed a sigh of relief; more than three hundred people were still acceptable.

At worst, we can just recruit more outer disciples to make up the numbers.

Once this great calamity is over, all will be well.

Haotian's expression changed slightly. The imperial decree appointing the Eight Righteous Gods of the Heavenly Court sounded incredibly powerful.

But if the saints don't cooperate, or if they find some celestial immortals or true immortals to bestow titles, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?

Seemingly sensing the intentions of the sages, Hongjun emphasized.

"This time, 365 righteous gods are being appointed. No one can be a mere pretender. You must send your most elite disciples to be listed. The calamity of heaven and earth is absolutely impartial and just; you cannot deceive it."

Upon hearing this, the saints' expressions changed. If they were all their elite disciples...

Even if they were to bring out their sage lineage, it would be a painful blow, no, it would be a devastating loss of their very essence.

Haotian was startled, but overjoyed. It seemed that the master was really going to help him this time.

With 365 righteous gods gathered on the Investiture of the Gods, the Heavenly Court's power will greatly increase, and his title as the Great Heavenly Venerable will be truly deserved.

After Hongjun finished speaking, he slightly waved his sleeve, and the Investiture of the Gods was already in the hands of the Sage Taiqing. "Taiqing, I will temporarily entrust this Investiture of the Gods to you for safekeeping."

"Yes, teacher."

Taiqing accepted the Investiture of the Gods.

"The matter concerning the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods is left for you to discuss among yourselves."

After Hongjun finished speaking, he waved his hand again, and the saints felt a dizzying sensation. When they opened their eyes again, they were already outside the Zixiao Palace.

Looking at the Zixiao Palace again, one sees its gates tightly closed, surrounded by countless earth, fire, water, and wind elements.

Outside the gates of Zixiao Palace, Nuwa bowed to the saints and said, "This great calamity involves the four religions. I have not established a lineage, so naturally I do not need to interfere. Fellow disciples, I shall take my leave now."

Just as Nuwa was about to leave, a voice came to her ear, "Senior Sister Nuwa, please take me with you."

This is exactly what Haotian said.

He feared that if he stayed here alone, he would be devoured alive by the saints.

"it is good."

Nuwa naturally didn't mind taking Haotian with her when she left.

Soon, Nuwa and Haotian left one after another. Taiqing held the Investiture of the Gods and gave a bitter smile.

"Fellow disciples, let's gather together and discuss this."

Zhunti, Jieyin, and Yuanshi immediately began to subtly glance at Tongtian.

The Jie Sect, ranked first among the lineages of sages, had its Golden Turtle Island under its command, where countless immortals came to pay homage, and its disciples were numerous.

Three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods might be a big problem for other sects, but for the Jie Sect, it's just a piece of cake and nothing at all.

Tongtian felt completely disoriented under the gazes of those several people, and a cold expression appeared on his face. "Why are you three looking at me like that?"

Zhunti, beaming, said, "Senior Brother Tongtian, the Jie Sect has been flourishing in recent years, with countless disciples and the highest ranking in the Dao lineage. Selecting 365 disciples shouldn't be difficult, right? Why don't you be generous and let all your Jie Sect disciples be on the list? Firstly, they can enjoy the incense offerings of the Heavenly Court, and secondly, they can be spared this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtian was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter. "Junior Brother Zhunti, my Jie Sect is naturally the number one sect in the prehistoric world. Although your Western Sect is far inferior to my Jie Sect, sending out more than three hundred disciples shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"How about I give you this opportunity? You can send your Western disciples to the Heavenly Court to enjoy its offerings, what do you say?"

Zhunti's face alternated between pale and flushed as he said with a wry smile, "Brother Tongtian, you jest. Our West is barren. If all my disciples leave, who will revitalize the West?"

"It is precisely because the West is impoverished that we send your Western disciples to the Heavenly Court to seek a bright future, thus saving your West some resources. Isn't that wonderful?"

Upon hearing this, Zhunti gave a soft snort and fell silent, while also finding it somewhat strange.

Based on Tongtian's past temperament, if provoked, he would surely be enraged. Then, if he joined forces with the other saints to exert pressure, he might succeed.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Tongtian's self-cultivation skills have improved so much that he can even rival my verbal skills. It's truly a case of "a scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation."

Yuanshi glanced at Tongtian indifferently and said loudly.

"Tongtian, your disciples are all hairy and horned creatures, born from eggs and moisture, hardly worthy of respect. But since they have all entered the Heavenly Court, it can be considered a righteous path. I think Zhunti's suggestion is good."

Upon hearing this, Tongtian raised his two sword-like eyebrows and coldly said, "Yuanshi, do you still remember the time when my Six-Eared Disciple's grandson utterly defeated your Chan Sect's Golden Immortal in the Yang Mansion at Guanjiang Estuary?"

"Your Chan Sect is so great, and your reputation is not small, yet all your second-generation disciples combined are no match for a single third-generation disciple of my Jie Sect. If my Jie Sect is full of creatures born from wet eggs, covered in fur and horns, then what are your Chan Sect members?"

Whether it's Zhunti or Yuanshi, Tongtian Zhao will confront them without hesitation.

"Tongtian, how dare you!"

As expected, Yuanshi was immediately enraged. The Pangu Banner behind him kept swaying, causing the earth, fire, water, and wind to tremble, and countless killing intents swept across the heavens and earth.

"You're the one who's being insolent!"

Tongtian's face turned cold, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian appeared behind him. The Zhuxian sword energy, which could kill for eternity, directly confronted Yuanshi.

"Let's fight! Let's fight!"

Zhunti and Jieyin were overjoyed and wished the two sides would fight immediately.

The more intense the fight, the better; ideally, both sides should be severely injured, so that the West can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Enough! What kind of behavior is this, fighting in front of Zixiao Palace?"

Taiqing frowned, stepped between Yuanshi and Tongtian, and shouted loudly.

Although the conflict between Yuanshi and Tongtian had almost reached an irreconcilable point.

However, the two still respected Taiqing and immediately took a step back.

Taiqing held the Investiture of the Gods in his hand. "Three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods aren't too many. Let's all contribute."

"Our Humanistic Teachings are passed down through a single lineage, and we truly have very few disciples."

Taiqing sighed and added fifty people to the Investiture of the Gods list.

Although the Human Sect has only one direct disciple, it still has a number of outer disciples who are quite powerful and qualified to be included in the Investiture of the Gods.

(End of this chapter)