Beyond the Primordial Era, in a strange realm transcending time and space, formed from pure laws and golden light,
a young figure sat cross-legged.
His body existed between illusion and reality, as if condensed from the most fundamental Daoist laws. Floating before him was a golden scroll, none other than the Innate Supreme Treasure that held authority over the divine order of Heaven and Earth—the Investiture of the Gods!
This figure was the true master of the Investiture of the Gods, Shen Zhaochi, a Third-Generation Disciple of the Interception Sect.
"Mm, not bad, not bad."
Shen Zhaochi watched the scenes of the Western Qi battlefield, displayed as clearly as a live broadcast on the Investiture of the Gods, and nodded with satisfaction.
There wasn't the slightest trace of tension on his face. Instead, he looked as if he were watching a carefully staged grand performance.
And he was the director of this performance.
"Empress Nuwa's acting is pretty convincing. Just look at how she keeps losing ground. She's making it look real," Shen Zhaochi muttered to himself.
"That old fossil, Venerable Yuanshi, has a mind as rigid as a rod. It only takes a little provocation to get him worked up. He fell for such a simple trap."
"And Grand Supreme Elder Laozi thought he was peerless at scheming. Yet just a few words from me were enough to unsettle his Dao Heart and make him withdraw. The Great Dao of Non-Action? More like the Great Dao of Powerlessness!"
Shen Zhaochi's thoughts drifted back to not long before.
After successfully refining the Investiture of the Gods and becoming its master, the first thing he did was consider how to break the deadlock.
How could he save his three masters—Yunxiao, Qiong Xiao, and Bi Xiao—who were about to face a deadly