Samael frowned, his probing gaze fixed on Tamamo no Mae.
"What do you mean?"
The celestial maiden of Kunlun leaned against a tree with her arms folded, raising a brow with a scornful laugh.
"You didn't seriously think that the man who wielded the Investiture of the Gods Scroll, held the God-Beating Whip, and could restrain the gods was merely some discarded child of Kunlun, did you?"
"The investiture has already been settled. Wasn't the Investiture of the Gods Scroll already...?"
Samael instinctively tried to refute her, but stopped abruptly halfway through, his face darkening.
If what Taigong Wang had said was true and the Investiture of the Gods Scroll had lost its function, why could it still mobilize a trace of the true spirits of three hundred and sixty-five gods?
When the two armies had faced off earlier, the celestial immortals and gods had displayed strength that was no weaker than the army of mountain-and-sea beasts and heroic spirits summoned by the First Emperor.
"Figured it out?"
Seeing the demon skilled in deceit so rarely become the victim, Tamamo no Mae curved her cherry lips. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she spoke earnestly.
"You should be more careful. That nasty old man is rotten to the core."
"Exactly. A great traitor disguised as a loyalist!"
Samael nodded in agreement as he watched Taigong Wang leave, spitefully delivering a harsh review.
But soon, the ancient serpent frowned again and turned to Tamamo no Mae, voicing the doubt that still lingered in his heart.
"Still, you said just now that he was... the Heavenly Emperor?"
"More precisely, he could have become the Heavenly Emperor..."
Tamamo no Mae mused softly. Gone was her usual flirtatious frivolity as she slowly recounted the secrets she knew.
"Kunlun possesses three great books of Heaven,