"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother?"
Looking at the vast wilderness before him, Jiang Ziya felt his heart open up with a sense of ease and relief!
But suddenly, he realized that when he spoke to True Lord Yu Ding, the other party wasn't answering him!
"Senior Brother, did I do something..."
Before he could finish, Jiang Ziya realized there was no one beside him at all. He was completely alone!
Just then, a small paper doll drifted down from the void.
There was a tiny hole in the center of its body!
"Isn't this the life-substitute doll Master bestowed on Senior Brother? How did it suddenly end up here?"
At once, Jiang Ziya felt an overwhelming sense of danger!
True Lord Yu Ding was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, yet he had only one life-substitute doll!
Jiang Ziya didn't have a single one!
After all, he knew his standing in the Chan Sect was nowhere near that of True Lord Yu Ding, whose cultivation was profound and whose schemes were brilliant!
Primordial Heavenly Lord didn't particularly favor him, either. It was just that he was the most useless member of the Chan Sect!
He had cultivated under the great Primordial Heavenly Lord for so long and was still a mortal. It was enough to make the Heavenly Lord lose face!
If Jiang Ziya wasn't given a chance to earn praise and acclaim among mortals and make a name for himself, he would truly be a wasted disciple!
Primordial Heavenly Lord couldn't accept having someone as worthless as him among his disciples!
That was why, in the original story, when the Investiture of the Gods had ended, Jiang Ziya sadly discovered that there were simply too many immortals to appoint—and in the end, there wasn't a single