Time flew by, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Morning Song, tempered by the flames of war, had completely stabilized. The markets flourished once more, the people lived and worked in peace, and all smoke and turmoil of the chaotic era had faded away.
The various feudal lords who had campaigned against Zhou had long since led their armies home, while Ji Fa, Jiang Ziya, and the generals of Western Qi had returned to Western Qi to recuperate.
From the moment Morning Song fell, Jiang Ziya had clearly sensed that his merit had reached completion.
Yet that joy did not last long before a heavy worry settled in his heart, impossible to dispel.
He had previously examined the Investiture Register and knew that the Investiture List was still severely short of names. Only with enough living beings could the Investiture of the Gods truly reach its conclusion.
Although many had perished in this Calamity Cycle, a careful count showed that the number of those entering the list was still far below the required quota.
"Could it be that, in the end, we truly have to recruit a batch of ordinary mortals with no cultivation to fill the list?"
Jiang Ziya frowned as he pondered this in secret.
The rules of the Calamity Cycle were broad. Any living being who perished during the tribulation was qualified to enter the list and be invested as a god.
But mortals had no foundation in the Great Dao. Forcibly investing them as gods would be a waste of Divine Positions and would only leave the Heavenly Court's divine offices a disorderly mix, disrupting the order of the Heavenly Dao.
"Forget it. I'll first go to the Investiture Platform and verify the list before making a decision."
Having made up his