Thoughts on the Witch and Demon Investiture of the Gods

Before the words were finished, Fuxi had been standing quietly to the side, stepped forward. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, were constantly calculating, and the invisible phantom of the Innate Eight Trigrams appeared and disappeared beneath his feet, deducing the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao.

"Your Majesty's feelings may stem from the fact that the three hundred and sixty-five Lord of the Stars have not yet returned to their positions, and the deployment of the billions of star formations is incomplete." Fuxi's voice carried an ethereal quality, as if he had a profound understanding of the secrets of heaven.

"The workings of Heavenly Dao follow their own laws. If the Heavenly Court wishes to act on behalf of Heaven and take charge of the order of the Primordial Wilderness, then the position of Star Lord must never be vacant."

Only when the constellation array is complete, drawing upon the immense power of all the celestial stars, can the Primordial Wilderness energy be restored, bringing all things back to their proper order. This is the very foundation of the Heavenly Court."

Qing Huan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly her emotions were churning like boiling water.

"What is missing is not just the Star Lords. While the Zhou Tian Star Dou are indeed the bones and flesh, the 'True Spirit' that maintains the operation of the Heavenly Court and the authority of the gods is still on the Investiture of the Gods the Gods in the hands of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun!" The names of the 365 righteous Divine Duty of the Heavenly Court must be conferred by the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods to establish order. This is the true soul of the Heavenly Court!

At that moment, an incredibly bold, almost insane thought suddenly flashed through his mind, like a thunderclap piercing through the chaotic mist.

Composing himself, carefully choosing his words, he slowly said:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi is absolutely right. The position of Star Lord is related to the order of the stars and is indeed one of the cornerstones of the Heavenly Court."

The tone suddenly shifted, carrying a sharpness that seemed to pierce through the fog:

"However, what maintains the operation of the Heavenly Court, establishes the authority of the gods, and connects with the original Heavenly Dao is something even more important—that is the supreme treasure that, on behalf of the Heavenly Dao Investiture of the Gods, gathers True Spirit, and establishes Divine Duty!"

His gaze swept over Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi, Nuwa, and he slowly uttered the name that could shake the Primordial Wilderness:

"This item must be in the hands of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and it is called the 'Investiture of the Gods'!"

The hall fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the faint hum of the stars turning.

"Investiture of the Gods?"

Di Jun's eyes gleamed brightly, as if countless thoughts were rapidly unfolding within him.

Qing Huan's voice was steady and clear as he slowly unfolded that astonishing idea:

"I have a thought that might untie the Witch and Demon's deadlock and avert the Tribulation calamity in the worst possible way..."

If we obtain the Dao Ancestor's approval and initiate this 'Investiture of the Investiture of the Gods' at the very beginning of the Witch-Demon Calamity, what would happen then?

His tone carried a resolute determination to break through the fog:

"All powerful beings who perished in the Tribulation, regardless of whether Witch and Demon, could have their True Spirit Jieyin of the Investiture of the Gods, ascend to the Divine Path, and serve as righteous gods in the Heavenly Court!"

In this way, the vitality of Witch and Demon Races is preserved, ensuring that their elite bloodlines remain intact and their foundation is maintained!

Secondly, the positions of the 365 righteous gods in the Heavenly Court were completed, the Heavenly Court's authority was instantly stabilized, and the spiritual mechanism began to cycle naturally! Thirdly..."

He paused slightly, his gaze becoming incredibly profound:

"All the gods in the Heavenly Court came from the Investiture of the Gods, and were appointed by the Dao Ancestor Imperial Edict. Their Divine Duty originated from the Heavenly Dao, and their True Spirit were also bound by the Investiture of the Gods."

In this way, the Heavenly Court naturally stood apart from the power struggles among the various forces in the Primordial Wilderness, truly becoming a supreme being that acted on behalf of Heaven and transcended all worldly affairs!

"Unfettered by the selfish calculations and schemes of powerful figures from all sides!"

Even if Primordial Wilderness Sage era were to enter the age of sages, Heavenly Court with the Witch and Demon Races would certainly be a cut above the Hao Tian, which would be left unused...

And even then, they had to consider the reputation of the five Sages...

Qing Huan looked at Di Jun, his eyes burning with a flame powerful enough to change the course of the Primordial Wilderness:

"Fellow Daoist, although this plan is a groundbreaking and unconventional idea, the opportunity is fleeting."

If I could obtain the permission of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, I would personally go to the Purple Cloud Palace to earnestly request the Dao Ancestor to bestow the Investiture of the Gods, thus initiating this unprecedented event!

Inside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the Power of the Stars seemed to have solidified.

The crimson-gold radiance of the Emperor's Seat, the profound and mysterious aura of the Chaos Bell, and the deductive trajectory of the Innate Eight Trigrams.

All of this briefly lost its luster under the sensational concept of "Investiture of the Gods of the Gods" and "the early investiture of the Investiture of the Gods."

Di Jun's fingers gripped tightly on the runes symbolizing the Solar Origin on the armrest of the Emperor's Seat, his knuckles turning slightly white.

The imperial majesty in his eyes was replaced by a more primal shock—a powerful impact on overturning the established rules of the Primordial Wilderness, and an instinctive grasping at any possible glimmer of hope.

Countless thoughts collided in my mind like a galaxy exploding:

Can the blood feud Witch and Demon truly be resolved in this way?

How could the power of Tribulation be easily restrained by the Investiture of the Gods?

Would the Dao Ancestor Hongjun approve of this scheme, which almost defies the natural order of Heavenly Dao?

However, what a fatal temptation those images of "preserving vitality," "Heavenly Court transcendence," and "unbreakable foundation" hold!

For the first time, the Chaos Bell in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's arms emitted an extremely faint yet powerful hum, capable of shaking the very foundations of space and time, even while he was unconscious.

The Chaos Qi flowing across the bell suddenly became disordered for a moment.

For the first time, those usually arrogant and power-obsessed eyes clearly reflected deep doubt and a hint of barely perceptible... wavering.

If war breaks out, rivers of blood will flow beneath the Chaos Bell; but this path of the Investiture of the Investiture of the Gods... will it bring all enemies locked in life-or-death battles into the framework of the Heavenly Court?

This is a complete subversion of the pride that is rooted deep in our blood!

Is it feasible? Can it be trusted?

The mysterious and flowing illusory image of the Innate Eight Trigrams beneath Fuxi's feet suddenly froze, and the deduced celestial mechanics instantly became blurred and chaotic, as if it had been forcibly disrupted by an overwhelming and irresistible force.

A violent tremor ran through his usually calm and wise face.

"The Investiture of the Investiture of the Gods... forcibly embedded into the Witch-Demon Calamity...?"

He murmured, his voice filled with unprecedented shock and uncertainty.

"On the chessboard of Heavenly Dao, a piece outside the rules has fallen from nowhere! Fortune or misfortune... is unpredictable! Extremely unpredictable!"

Attempting to re-analyze the hexagrams only resulted in countless interpretations that seemed mired in quagmire, with good and bad fortune intertwined in a state of utter chaos.

Nuwa gazed at the Qing Huan, and in the depths of her eyes, which could give life to the soil and Creation all things, an indescribable complex light was reflected.

The vital energy of Creation, gently nurturing life within her palm, rippled slightly, and a faint yet undeniably real worry swept through her mind—

"My brother has stirred up the secrets of heaven for this, and I fear he has already triggered Heavenly Retribution..."

There was a sense of compassion and solemnity in her eyes, as if she understood fate.

Once the Investiture of the Gods is unfolded, it's as if the loom of Heavenly Mandate has been forcibly turned around. Regardless of success or failure, all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness will usher in a future era that is completely different from what they were before.

Qing Huan stood in the center of the hall, bearing the gazes of four eyes that could make the stars pale and all living beings bow down.

That was an invisible torrent formed by the combined astonishment, shock, consideration, and scrutiny of the four top beings of the Primordial Wilderness, impacting his Dao heart.

They clearly sensed the power originating from Di Jun, the Tai Yi Treasure, Fuxi, Nuwa, and were even more aware of the turbulent waves churning within the hearts of the four.

However, his back was straight as a pillar supporting the sky, and his gaze was as firm as the ancient stars.

You must understand that the "Investiture of the Gods Stone" you cast has irrevocably crashed into the long river of destiny in the Primordial Wilderness.

Silence flowed through the hall, each breath as heavy as the movement of a divine mountain.

All eyes eventually and silently converged on the figure on the Emperor's Seat.