Immortal Official of the South Pole

The instant Jiang Ziya's last heavenly soul and earthly soul broke free of his Niwan Palace and left his body, he did not stop breathing and collapse on the spot.

His chest and abdomen still rose and fell faintly. His heart still beat, and his breath had not ceased, but his eyes remained tightly shut and his consciousness extinguished. No matter how others called to him or shook him, he showed not the slightest sign of waking.

He resembled a vegetative patient who remained unconscious in the mortal world, though no such term existed in the Primordial Wilderness. They knew only that Jiang Ziya's soul lay dormant and that he lay rigid and unresponsive.

After leaving his flesh, that wisp of remnant soul drifted helplessly through the air, flying straight toward the towering Investiture Platform erected within Western Qi City.

This was the sacrificial altar prepared for the investiture ceremony, where the Investiture Register was kept.

By rights, as the man charged with overseeing the Investiture of the Gods, Jiang Ziya's soul returning to the platform should have been perfectly natural.

Yet the great undertaking of the Investiture of the Gods remained unfinished, and the tribulation had not ended. With the register's custodian already reduced to scattered souls and such a wretched state, the Investiture Register somehow gave rise to a trace of disdain.

A gentle breeze stirred, and an invisible force of the Dao swept Jiang Ziya's surviving heavenly soul and earthly soul away through the air, forcibly barring them from the Investiture Platform.

With nothing to cling to and nowhere to return, the remnant soul could only drift alone above Western Qi, bobbing and wandering aimlessly.

Just then, the Chan Sect's Immortal Official of the South Pole arrived in Western Qi on a cloud. He had come specifically