The Investiture of the Gods Begins

"Hey!"

Nezha clenched his fist, feeling an unprecedented sense of harmony and power within his body. He grinned. "This feeling... is pretty damn good!"

Yang Chan studied him, a pleased smile in her eyes. "Looks like you came to Zhou Mountain at the right time."

Taiyi's face was pale, yet he ignored the crushing pressure that constantly bore down on him. Clapping his hands, he laughed heartily, his eyes even turning moist. "Good, good, good! This is what my disciple should be like!"

At last, after who knew how long, they finally reached the summit.

The instant their feet touched solid ground—

It was as if an invisible shackle had snapped. The vast, heaven-like pressure of Zhou Mountain that had followed them since the beginning of their ascent vanished without a trace.

Extreme oppression and extreme lightness switched places in an instant.

Yang Jian and the others felt their entire bodies lighten, as though they had cast off the blue heavens they had carried for eternity. An indescribable freedom spread from within them.

Yang Jian in particular had his Heavenly Eye close on its own. Clear light flowed around him, and he seemed more complete and transparent than ever before.

"Whew..." Yang Jiao let out a long breath of stale air. As he stretched his limbs, waves of thunderous Dao tones rang from his body.

Nezha, whose transformation was the greatest of all, could not help letting out a long howl that shook the nine heavens.

Even Li Jing and Madam Yin, protected by the Precious Lotus Lantern, felt their minds clear. The obscure and difficult parts of their past cultivation suddenly became clear.

At this moment, everyone who had reached the summit, regardless of cultivation or origin, was immersed in the same realization.

It was a transcendence that washed