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

Chapter 268 The Limitations of the God-Slaying Whip and the Investiture of the Gods!

After Taiqing finished filling in the list, he handed the Investiture of the Gods to Yuanshi.

Yuanshi frowned, thought it over and over, and then added fifty disciples to the list.

The situation in the Chan Sect was actually much better than that in the Ren Sect, but since the eldest disciple only took fifty people, he didn't need to take more.

Next came Tongtian. Tongtian met Taiqing. Yuanshi alone contributed fifty, and with a wave of his sleeve, he added another fifty, then threw the Investiture of the Gods to Jieyin.

With his eyes slightly closed, Jieyin handed the Investiture of the Gods to Zhunti, letting him decide what to fill in.

Zhunti stared at the Investiture of the Gods for a long time before reluctantly writing down five disciples on it.

Tongtian's face turned cold. "Zhunti, do you think you can fool us like three-year-olds? Our family sent fifty people, so why are there only five of us here with your Western Sect?"

Zhunti's eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Fellow disciples, please forgive me. The Western Land is barren and sparsely populated. It is a hundred times more difficult for our Western Sect to recruit disciples than for the East. It is already extremely difficult for us to be able to send out five people."

Tongtian snorted coldly, "Although the West is barren, your Western Sect is anything but. It's quite fertile. Don't even mention fifty disciples; even if your Western Sect were to take over the entire Investiture of the Gods, it would probably be no problem for you, right? Enough nonsense, hurry up and add some more."

"Fellow disciples, there really aren't any left."

Zhunti shrugged, refusing to continue filling in the names of his disciples.

The requirements for the 65 righteous gods on this Investiture of the Gods list are not low; they must all have the cultivation of the Five Elements and be at least Golden Immortal level.

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The West is barren, and it would be too costly to cultivate a Golden Immortal cultivator there.

Taking out five people is already Zhunti's limit; taking any more would be worse than just killing him.

Taiqing frowned as well. The two Westerners were indeed shameless. He looked at Jieyin.

"Junior Brother, let's fill in fifty people to make it a round number."

Jieyin opened his eyes, shook his head and sighed, "I am truly dissatisfied with you senior brothers. I have entrusted the affairs of the Western Sect to my junior brothers. Our Western Sect simply cannot provide so many people. Please, senior brothers, do not make things difficult for the Western Sect."

He kept sighing and lamenting, as if he had suffered some great injustice.

Now, even Taiqing was helpless. The other party simply refused to hand it over, so what could you do?

"In that case, we shall report to the teacher."

Taiqing said something, then knocked on the gate of Zixiao Palace again. A moment later, the gate opened, and all the saints walked in.

On the prayer mat, Hongjun asked calmly, "Have all 365 righteous gods on the Investiture of the Gods been decided?"

Taiqing smiled wryly, "Teacher Qi, there are only 155 names on the Investiture of the Gods list so far, and more than half of them are still missing."

Tongtian directly complained, "Master, the West is claiming poverty and simply cannot gather enough people. Please make a decision."

Hongjun took the Investiture of the Gods, glanced at it, and immediately frowned.

Everyone else contributed fifty people, but the Western Religion only contributed five. That's incredibly stingy.

Zhunti immediately cried out, "Our West is barren, and the number of cultivators is far less than that of the East. It is already extremely difficult for us to send out five people. Please forgive us, Master."

Hongjun sighed, his expression becoming solemn. "If you don't fill this Investiture of the Gods list yourselves, once the great calamity descends, all disciples of the four sects below the Quasi-Saint level will have to enter the calamity. At that time, who will be on the list will depend entirely on fate. If any problems arise, it will be too late to undo them."

Upon hearing this, all the sages fell silent. After a long while, Taiqing spoke.

"Why don't we all chip in together to avoid a great calamity?"

Tongtian said cheerfully, "There are 365 righteous gods on the Investiture of the Gods. Our four religions will share the cost equally. Whatever you contribute, I will contribute."

Tongtian was very confident and relaxed. As the Jie Sect had developed to this point, outsiders only knew that the Jie Sect was very strong and had the momentum of ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage.

But in reality, I don't really know the current situation of the Jie Sect.

Let alone more than three hundred Golden Immortal level disciples, even if the number were increased tenfold, the Jie Sect could easily produce them.

But the Tongtian Sect Leader certainly wouldn't let the saints take advantage of him for nothing. The four sects would divide it equally, and he would get exactly what he deserved. There was no way he would get more than his share.

As Tongtian's voice faded, the gazes of all the saints fell back on Zhunti. Tongtian was absolutely right.

However, this is contingent on the Western sect disciples having filled all their disciples to fifty before discussing anything else.

Facing the gazes of all the saints, Zhunti showed no embarrassment whatsoever, shrugged, and wore a bitter expression.

"Fellow disciples, the West is barren and can no longer provide a single person."

Taiqing frowned and said, "When the great calamity strikes in the future, which family's disciple will be on the list will depend entirely on luck, and there is no going back."

"it is good."

Zhunti nodded in agreement.

The matter of bestowing the titles of gods has been decided. Hongjun then said, "The person who will preside over the bestowal of the titles of gods in the future will have the appearance of a flying bear. All the divine positions conferred by the bestowal of the titles of gods will be in the hands of the person who presides over the bestowal of the titles of gods. When the time comes, that person who bestows the titles of gods will appear on his own."

After Hongjun finished speaking, a thought flashed through his mind, and another long whip shaped like a wooden whip appeared in his hand. It was three feet six and a half inches long and had twenty-one sections. Each section had four talismans, for a total of eighty-four talismans. A rich aura of innate Dao essence rushed over, revealing it to be another top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"This is the God-Slaying Whip, specifically designed to restrain the gods on the Investiture of the Gods list. Once the Investiture of the Gods calamity is over, you will hand over the Investiture of the Gods list along with the God-Slaying Whip to Haotian."

As Hongjun's voice fell, the God-Slaying Whip landed in Taiqing's hand. The saints looked at the God-Slaying Whip, their hearts trembled slightly, and they felt a chill.

Taking office in Heaven is indeed not an easy task; besides having to be subservient to others, one is also subject to the constraints of the God-Slaying Whip.

At this moment, all the sages became extremely wary, secretly reminding themselves not to let their disciples be listed on the Investiture of the Gods.

Having obtained the Investiture of the Gods list and the God-Slaying Whip, and having learned from the Dao Ancestor the characteristics of the person in charge of the Investiture of the Gods, the saints returned to their respective Daoist temples.

After returning to Shouyang Mountain, Taiqing immediately urged Xuandu to cultivate. Xuandu is now in the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, only one step away from the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

If one can attain quasi-sainthood before the great calamity manifests, one can naturally avoid participating in the calamity, remain virtuous, and preserve the lineage of other religions.

On the other hand, Taiqing ordered people to search for the whereabouts of Feixiong. Daozu had said that Feixiong would be responsible for presiding over the Investiture of the Gods in the future. Such an important person, if he were recruited into the sect in advance, would definitely have the upper hand when the gods were conferred in the future.

In the sacred Kunlun Mountains, at the Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi summoned the Antarctic Immortal, the Burning Lamp Daoist, and all twelve Golden Immortals, and explained to them the severity of this great calamity.

Upon hearing this, the Antarctic Immortal was unfazed, but the faces of the Burning Lamp Daoist and the Twelve Golden Immortals turned deathly pale.

The Antarctic Immortal had already attained quasi-sainthood and transcended the great calamity.

Even if the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods is dangerous, it has nothing to do with him, so there is no need to worry.

It was the Taoist Ran Deng and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun who panicked.

The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods is extremely dangerous, as my master has only mentioned. If I were to be listed on the list and enter the Heavenly Court, I would be subject to the God-Slaying Whip. Wouldn't that be worse than death?

(End of this chapter)