The East Sea churned, shrouded in immortal mist.
On Golden Ao Island, divine light had dimmed, and the laws had grown obscure.
Once, a hundred thousand disciples had gathered there, with countless immortals paying homage. Now the island was deserted, and only three personal disciples remained: Daoist Duobao, Zhao Gongming, and Shen Gongbao.
"Senior Brothers, the affairs of Great Shang are not yet settled. I must return to Chaoge and attend to the Investiture of the Gods ceremony, so I can only take my leave for now!"
Shen Gongbao cupped his hands slightly toward the two men, a genial smile tugging at his lips.
The Interception Sect was down to its last three disciples. It was truly a sorry state of affairs.
But Shen Gongbao wasn't troubled. He had joined the Interception Sect only a few short years ago and felt little attachment to it. He had mainly done so to carry out his grand plan for the Investiture of the Gods, using those hundred thousand disciples as his muscle.
As he looked at his two cheap senior brothers, he felt not the slightest guilt.
The Kalpa Tribulation was merciless. Now that his mission as the one overseeing the Investiture of the Gods was complete, there was no reason to feel sad!
"Excellent!"
"Have you decided where the Investiture of the Gods ceremony will be held?"
Zhao Gongming asked with concern.
The ceremony concerned Heavenly Dao Destiny. If Shen Gongbao could see it through, the blessings awaiting him would be boundless.
"Mount Tai, foremost among the Five Sacred Mountains!"
"Among the gods being appointed this time, aside from the exalted positions of Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole and Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole, the most prestigious is the Eastern Peak's Great Benevolent Sage Emperor, the Free