The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

At the summit of Mount Qi in Jambudvipa (the southern continent).

A towering altar stood amidst swirling yin energy and billowing malevolent aura, where countless ghostly figures appeared and disappeared, their mournful wails never ceasing.

On the stone steps outside the altar, a soldier wearing tattered bronze armor was lounging lazily, with a black banner lying casually beside him.

He squinted, gazing at the increasingly dense aura of calamity on the eastern horizon, and murmured:

"Even Zhao Gongming, the chief disciple of the Jie Sect's outer sect, a Great Luo Golden Immortal, has perished... This calamity is more than a hundred times more tragic than the Human Emperor's Calamity of that year."

Just then, a faint streak of light pierced through the layers of tribulation clouds and headed straight for the altar.

"We have work to do!"

The soldier's expression hardened, and he abruptly stood up, grabbing the soul-guiding banner beside him and shaking it vigorously at the ball of light.

In an instant, the black mist on the banner surged like a dragon, steadily drawing the ball of light down.

Before long, the light descended to the stone steps and gradually revealed an elderly man.

The old man had a flowing white beard and a vigorous appearance, but his soul was ethereal and uncertain, as if a gentle breeze could blow it away.

"He's just a mortal?"

The bronze warrior put away the soul-guiding banner, somewhat surprised, then said in a deep voice, "I am Bai Jian, the former commander-in-chief of the Yellow Emperor, now ordered by Prime Minister Jiang to guard the Investiture Platform. Since you were drawn here by the Investiture List, you are bound by karma. Those who enter this gate will one day receive a position as a righteous god in the Heavenly Court!"

"Bai Jian...the Conferred God Platform!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi was deeply shaken.

After a moment of confusion, he exhaled a long breath.

After fifteen years of planning, today, it has finally come to fruition!

Fifteen years ago, he transmigrated into the body of Song Yiren, the richest man in the Yin Shang Dynasty, who was also Jiang Ziya's sworn brother in the mortal world.

However, fate played a cruel trick on him, and he was already seventy-six years old at this time.

Although he possessed immense wealth, vast fields, numerous mules and horses, and countless pigs and sheep, he only had one or two decades left to live.

With his mortal aptitude, attempting to cultivate immortality and seek the Dao is nothing short of a fool's dream.

Which cultivator in the Three Realms would be willing to take an old man who is about to die as a disciple?

Since the path to immortality is severed, Song Yi is determined to replace Ma Shi in the original book and compete for the divine position of "Broom Star"!

In the eyes of the immortals of the three religions, the Broom Star Lord was nothing more than a minor deity in charge of bad luck, and everyone avoided him like the plague.

But to mortals, he is a celestial deity who hangs high in the sky, controls the stars, looks down on the human world, and lives as long as the heavens!

In the original story, Song Yiren died of old age and was ultimately unable to be deified, thus falling into the cycle of reincarnation.

To be listed, one must die in accordance with the calamity.

The so-called "calamity" does not refer to dying of old age, but rather to dying violently, such as dying in battle, being killed by a sword, or dying suddenly from an illness...

The stories of Ma Shi hanging himself from the beam, Bigan digging out his heart, and King Zhou setting himself on fire all belong to this category.

Otherwise, given his deep friendship with Jiang Ziya and his contribution to the early stages of the Investiture of the Gods, how could he have ended up losing his divine position and being trapped in the cycle of reincarnation?

So, in order to obtain this "ticket" to enter the Investiture of the Gods, he sent away his sixty-year-old virgin Ma Shi early on, and when Jiang Ziya came down the mountain, he provided him with financial assistance and even gave him a beautiful maid to serve him, showing the utmost brotherly affection.

In the years that followed, he proceeded cautiously, striving to restore the original trajectory and daring not to introduce any other variables.

After Jiang Ziya was captured by King Zhou and fled to Xiqi, he expanded his business scope, allowing his family's descendants to frequently travel between Chaoge and Xiqi.

Jiang Ziya was fishing on the Wei River when someone sent him rice, food, and clothing.

When Jiang Ziya was appointed prime minister and commander-in-chief, he presented him with generous gifts to congratulate him.

While the army was setting out on its campaign, he secretly worked tirelessly to raise funds for Xiqi's military supplies, exhausting his personal wealth...

As the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods progressed to its climax, Song Yi felt his health deteriorating day by day, so he decisively devised a plan to "die a violent death" amidst the chaos.

A wisp of soul, wandering aimlessly, finally arrived at Qishan.

"Thanks for the guidance, Master!"

Song Yi composed himself, respectfully cupped his hands, and then stepped into the Conferred God Platform.

Inside the station, chaos reigned, a chilling wind blew, and resentment permeated the air.

Knowing his own shallow foundation and weak soul, Song Yi found a quiet corner to hide himself and tried his best not to associate with those fierce and evil spirits.

There is no sun or moon in the Investiture of the Gods Platform.

Song Yi felt that the number of wronged souls inside the platform was getting more and more crowded, and Bai Jian was getting busier and busier.

Some spirits radiate a powerful light like the sun, their aura as majestic as a mountain, but within that light lies a torrent of resentment and a fierce, murderous aura.

These were all immortals of the Jie Sect. Even in death, their boundless hatred had not diminished in the slightest. Each of them had a ferocious face and venomous eyes, as if they wanted to devour the heavens and the earth.

I don't know how much time has passed.

A purple light tore through the void and slowly fell into the Conferred God Platform.

The purple light wasn't particularly powerful, but it possessed an aura of domineering imperial power that commanded the surrounding resentment to retreat.

The light faded, revealing a tall figure.

Although it was a spirit, it still stood tall and proud, with an innate majesty between its brows, like a mountain standing firm and unshakable.

"Your Majesty! It's Your Majesty!"

"His Majesty has also been included in the Investiture of the Gods!"

"This old minister is incompetent, causing Your Majesty to be humiliated! This old minister deserves to die!"

"That treacherous minister Ji Fa dared to murder his ruler! Where is justice? Where is justice?!"

In an instant, the souls of many former officials of the Shang Dynasty flocked to the scene, kneeling around the purple figure. Their wailing echoed throughout the Conferred God Platform, breaking the hearts of all who heard it.

Song Yi felt a chill run down his spine; this was King Zhou.

From afar, one could see King Zhou standing with his hands behind his back, facing the lamentations of his ministers, he neither spoke nor showed any joy or sorrow.

He simply stood there quietly, enveloped in a pale purple light, appearing exceptionally aloof and cold amidst the blood-soaked and resentful atmosphere of the Conferred God Platform.

With the death of King Zhou, the Shang Dynasty collapsed.

Therefore, the day when Jiang Ziya ascends the stage to confer titles upon the gods must not be far off.

With these thoughts in mind, Song Yi drifted aimlessly in this chaos for some more days.

This day.

Suddenly, countless rays of light and auspicious colors appeared on the Conferred God Platform.

The originally chaotic and dark space suddenly became bright, and the four heavenly gates opened, palace lanterns hung high, and celestial music from the heavens drifted in.

The lingering eerie winds and resentful aura gradually subsided in the glow of the sunset, and many wronged souls stopped wailing, staring blankly at this sudden and strange phenomenon.

An old man, dressed in a crane-feather cloak, wearing a fish-tail crown, and holding a god-beating whip and an apricot-yellow flag, slowly descended on auspicious clouds.

His face was thin and his beard and hair were all white, and a clear, ethereal light emanated from his body.

It was Jiang Ziya, the one who bestowed titles upon the gods on behalf of Heaven.

Bai Jian, his expression solemn, adjusted his bronze armor, raised the soul-summoning banner high, and shouted sternly, "Prime Minister Jiang has arrived! All souls, heed my command! Silence immediately and receive your titles in order. Anyone who causes a disturbance will be cast into the Netherworld, never to be reincarnated!"

This shout, like a resounding bell, sent shivers down the spines of many.

Jiang Ziya ascended to the top of the platform, first kneeling and kowtowing three times and then offering prayers to the four directions of heaven and earth.

After the ceremony, he took the scroll of the Investiture of the Gods and slowly unrolled it.

"The Supreme Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the Lord of the Primordial Chaos, decrees: Alas! The path between immortals and mortals is fraught with peril. Without cultivating one's roots and practicing diligently, how can one traverse the realms of gods and ghosts? How can one dare to defy the wicked and ingratiate oneself? Your souls have perished in battle, died in service to the king, suffered calamities or met untimely deaths. Though these were due to fate, each has its own cause and effect. Now, by the decree of the Jade Void, I hereby appoint you as the Eight Righteous Gods, each in charge of your respective duties, rotating in turn according to your positions..."

Jiang Ziya's voice was not loud, but each word was like gold and jade falling to the ground, clearly resounding in the ears of every spirit.