Just as the cultivation technique reached its crucial point, a gentle yet vast and majestic Dao power suddenly enveloped the entire divine continent, lightly cutting off his cultivation.
Yang Jian immediately withdrew his power and opened his eyes. His gaze was clear and bright. Drawing in all the spiritual power around him, he rose, lowered his head, and bowed with the utmost respect.
"This disciple greets Teacher. May I ask what decree Master has for summoning this disciple out of seclusion?"
King Pan stood atop the sea of clouds over the divine continent, his robes stirring lightly in the wind, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of cloud barriers to fall far away toward the Mortal Realm below.
The mountains and rivers of the Mortal Realm were reduced to a miniature beneath his eyes. The sight of Xiqi and the Shang Army locked in confrontation and slaughter, of the flames of the Investiture war spreading like wildfire, was clearly visible.
His voice was calm and distant as he said slowly:
"Now the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods has begun in the mortal world. The great momentum of the Heavenly Dao is turning, and the Order of Investiture has already been set in motion.
In years past, I made an old pact with Master Tongtian and must lend the Jie Sect a stroke of fortune.
Descend the mountain at once and go to Xiqi. Assist the Zhou house in attacking Shang, pass through the tribulation with the flow, and guide all Jie Sect disciples into the Investiture of the Gods."
As these words fell, Yang Jian's body abruptly shook. His brows filled with astonishment and incomprehension, and towering waves rose in his heart.
He had studied under King Pan since childhood and knew well the structure of the