Utter horror instantly smashed through the last of Jiang Ziya's numbness. His hands trembled violently, his knuckles whitening, and his body swayed on the verge of collapse as he held the Investiture of the Gods.
His throat tightened, his voice shaking beyond restraint, and he suddenly turned to look at the Primordial Heavenly Venerate atop the cloud platform. "M-Master! The Investiture of the Gods... why does it treat them differently?!"
That question shattered the deathly stillness on the high platform.
The Primordial Heavenly Venerate's expression abruptly stiffened, and the gloom between his brows instantly turned into shock and doubt.
Almost in the same instant, the gazes of Taiqing Laozi and the Western Saint Zhunti plunged down in unison, locking tightly onto the Investiture of the Gods spread across the high platform.
The supreme Dao eyes of the three Primordial Saints pierced through illusion and reached straight to the origin. In the span of a breath, they saw through every hidden principle buried in the depths of the list.
The next instant!
The three saints' Dao Hearts, unchanging through the ages and steady as the bedrock of the Heavenly Dao, shook violently together!
Their majestic saintly Dao bodies trembled slightly. The holy light that had surrounded them unchanged for countless years surged violently between brightness and dimness. Their originally incomparably stable Primordial Origin Foundations faintly wavered, and in their eyes lay endless bewilderment and shock, followed at once by towering fury and regret.
The one in the worst state was Saint Zhunti.
His golden body had gone completely dim, the Dao power throughout him thrown into chaos and flowing backward. He could no longer maintain even the slightest bearing of a saint. His legs went weak, and he actually collapsed heavily onto the sea of clouds, his voice hoarse and broken,