Kong Xuan raised his hand and formed several profound seals. Light flashed at his fingertips, and a heavy, meticulous isolation Formation instantly enveloped the entire cave dwelling.
The Formation concealed its traces, silently shielding them from the prying of heaven and earth and the Heavenly Dao, from the probing of unseen Karma, completely cutting the cave dwelling off from the celestial secrets of the Investiture of the Gods outside and eliminating any possibility of leakage.
Only after finishing all this did he slowly speak, his voice steady and far-reaching, carrying the calm of one who had seen through destiny. He said slowly, "Yin Hong has indeed entered the Investiture of the Gods."
"What!"
That brief sentence exploded beside their ears like a clap of thunder.
Queen Jiang stiffened all over, her steps staggering slightly. Her eyes instantly filled with shock and helplessness, and the panic she had only just forced down surged wildly once more.
Yin Jiao's pupils contracted sharply as well, his face turning deathly pale in an instant, his breath catching.
"My younger brother... could he already have fallen and died?!"
Both mother and son were shaken to the core, their emotions instantly stretched taut to the limit.
In the understanding of all beings in the Three Realms, to enter the Investiture of the Gods was to die and have one's soul return to the list, to be bound by the Shackles of the Heavenly Dao. It was a calamity, a misfortune—absolutely no good thing.
Seeing the two so terrified, Kong Xuan could not help but let out a calm, light chuckle. He shook his head, his tone certain and composed.
"Not so, not so. You two need not panic. The tales of investiture circulating through the Three Realms are all one-sided false rumors."
His gaze grew distant