Jiang Ziya Was Dumbfounded-How Was He Supposed to Carry Out the Investiture of the Gods Now?

Xi Qi camp, inside the handsome tent.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as solid lead.

Jiang Ziya sat alone on the handsome seat, his eyes empty and motionless, like a clay sculpture that had lost all its spirit.

Beside his feet, scattered were a few pieces of reed canopy debris that had been shattered by Magic Power. These were the traces of being affected by the terrifying energy when he fled in a hurry yesterday.

Outside the tent, those Chan Sect immortals who used to have high-level eyes and celestial spirit were now like eggplants beaten by frost, with wilted heads and droopy heads, and their morale was extremely low.

There seemed to be a dark cloud called "failure" hanging over the entire Xi Qi camp, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Just now, a golden light fell from the sky and fell accurately into the tent.

That's the talisman from Kunlun Mountain Jade Void Palace.

The contents of the talisman were cold and cruel, and every word was like an invisible heavy hammer, smashing Jiang Ziya's last bit of luck into pieces.

Zhao Gongming, not dead.

This news made him feel even more desperate than the defeat report brought back by Daoist Burning Lamp.

Jiang Ziya slowly raised his hand and looked at his palms that were shaking slightly due to excessive exertion.

These hands hold Investiture of the Gods, Daitian Investiture of the Gods.

From the moment he came down the mountain, Master Yuanshi Tianzun told him that he, Jiang Ziya, was the "man of destiny" for this great catastrophe.

Everything he did was in compliance with Heavenly Mandate and carried out the destiny.

The script has long been written by a saint.

Zhao Gongming should be combined with the calamity, the body will die and the soul will disappear, Investiture of the Gods.

This is Heavenly Mandate.

Then Interception Sect was so angry that thousands of immortals descended from the mountain, and Chan Sect sent them one by one to the list, completing the great cause of Investiture of the Gods.

This is also Heavenly Mandate.

But now?

What now?

The first page of the script was torn!

Zhao Gongming, who was supposed to die, was rescued alive and kicking.

Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, who was supposed to kill everyone and make the first contribution to the Chan Sect, was bounced away like garbage and walked away!

The person who was protecting the calamity was so frightened that his magic weapon was gone.

Those who deserve to be robbed are innocent and get away with it.

What is this called Heavenly Mandate?

What kind of destiny is this?

Jiang Ziya's world view, at this moment, received an unprecedented severe impact.

For the first time, he had deep and profound doubts about the "Heavenly Mandate" that he firmly believed in and worked hard for till now.

Could it be that... Teacher Sage's script went wrong?

Or is it that the way of heaven... has changed?

As soon as this thought came out, it was like a wildly growing vine, instantly wrapping around his entire soul, making him feel as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

If even the Heavenly Mandate set by the saint can be changed, then who is he, the "man of destiny" who is in charge of Investiture of the Gods?

A joke?

A clown who is kept in the dark and thinks he is right?

Jiang Ziya's breathing became heavier, and for the first time, a look of confusion and confusion appeared on his usually calm old face.

He stood up and subconsciously paced back and forth in the handsome tent, his steps were messy and unorganized, like a beast trapped in a cage.

"How can we continue with this Investiture of the Gods?"

A hoarse mutter, filled with endless confusion, escaped from his mouth.

A person's collapse is often just the beginning.

Qin Feng's move under Xiqi City was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. The ripples it caused were spreading towards the entire Investiture of the Gods Calamity chessboard at a terrifying speed.

A chain reaction occurred.

Golden Ao Island, Biyou Palace.

When the news that Zhao Gongming returned safe and sound spread throughout the East China Sea through the mouths of those Jie Sect Disciple who had fled back.

The whole Interception Sect is boiling!

"What? Senior Brother Gongming is not dead?"

"Not only did he not die, he was also rescued by a mysterious master?"

"Chan Sect's gang of despicable villains were wiped out? Even Lu Ya's Immortal Slaying Flying Knife were taken away? Hahaha! What a pleasure! What a pleasure!"

For a moment, Biyou Palace, who was originally depressed because Zhao Gongming came down the mountain to face the disaster, burst into cheers.

The excitement and ecstasy of Yang Mei's exhalation was written all over the faces of all Jie Sect Disciple.

The frustration of being suppressed and beaten by the Chan Sect before was wiped away!

Morale is as high as ever!

In stark contrast, is the Xi Qi camp.

The news that Zhao Gongming was alive was like a sudden plague, quickly spreading among the Xi Qi army.

"Have you heard? That Zhao Gongming of the Interception Sect was killed by the Chan Sect Immortal with some flying knife, but he came back to life again!"

"Is it true? People can still live after death? How is this possible?"

"It's absolutely true! My cousin's second uncle's neighbor was on duty on the tower, and he saw it with his own eyes! A young man in blue clothes flicked his fingers away, and then he blew on Zhao Gongming's body, and he stood up!"

"Oh my God! What kind of magical method is this? It's much more powerful than the immortals at the Chan Sect!"

"Doesn't that mean...Chan Sect is not invincible? The destiny... is not in Xi Qi?"

The sentence "Destiny is not Xi Qi" was like a spark, instantly igniting the fuse called "doubt" in the hearts of countless soldiers.

Military morale began to fluctuate.

The original belief that "with the Chan Sect, we will win without a doubt" cracked for the first time.

It affects more than just the mortal army.

In every corner of Primordial World, those Rogue Cultivators who had stood by and were ready to take refuge in Xi Qi and drink soup with the Chan Sect once the situation became clear, all stopped at this moment.

"Brother Dao, this Xi Qi... are you still going?"

"Damn it! Didn't you see that Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect plus Randeng were beaten into pieces? Even Lu Ya's job was destroyed! If you go over now, aren't you looking for death?"

"It makes sense! Then Zhao Gongming is not dead, which means that Interception Sect is not exhausted, and there may even be some powerful back-up that we don't know about!"

"I can't understand this destiny, I can't understand it! It's better to wait and see. Don't rush to take sides, lest you become cannon fodder!"

For a time, countless streams of light that were originally directed at Xi Qi changed their directions and hid among the clouds and mountains, choosing to wait and see.

Qin Feng's shot, a seemingly simple rescue.

But invisibly, the foundation of the entire Investiture of the Gods Calamity was shaken.

Chan Sect's prestige has suffered a heavy blow.

Interception Sect's morale is at an all-time high.

Xi Qi's military morale began to waver.

The attitude of Rogue Cultivator in the world has become ambiguous.

The entire chess game was completely disrupted because of an existence outside the chessboard.

Inside the handsome tent, Jiang Ziya was still pacing back and forth, repeating those words in his mouth.

"What should I do... what should I do..."

He raised his head and looked through the tent to the gloomy sky. There was only confusion in his eyes with no end in sight.

The script has been torn to pieces.

But he, the so-called "director," doesn't even know who his opponent is.