The Investiture Register unfurled in golden light, carrying thirty-six thousand five hundred Orthodox Deities and countless Subsidiary Deities as it tore through the air and vanished into the void.
In an instant, the vast sea of clouds around the Investiture Platform was emptied. Not a single deity remained, and the scene became desolate and silent.
Jiang Ziya stood atop the platform, gazing toward the horizon where the gods had returned to their posts, and let out a soft sigh.
Before the Investiture of the Gods had concluded, it was not as though he had never harbored selfish thoughts. He had once wished to grant himself an orthodox divine position, enjoy Heaven's blessings forever, and transcend the mortal world.
Yet after much consideration, he ultimately chose to give it up.
He knew full well that he had never possessed the aptitude for cultivation.
His meager Heavenly Immortal cultivation had been painstakingly built up by Yuanshi through the expenditure of endless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
If those precious medicinal treasures had been bestowed upon any ordinary cultivator, they would have been enough to easily create a Golden Immortal, or even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
That alone showed just how abysmal his talent for cultivation truly was.
Yet dull talent was not the true reason he had refused the Investiture of the Gods.
Having lived through this Calamity Cycle and witnessed the changing of heaven and earth, the rise and fall of dynasties, and the struggles of all living beings, Jiang Ziya had long since found his own path.
Cultivating to attain the Dao was not what he desired. Assisting the Zhou Dynasty, bringing peace to the realm, strengthening the nation, and protecting the common people were the true destination of his life.
Watching Nezha, Yang Jian, and the other immortals