Hongjun looked at Tongtian, his gaze calm.
"Since you already know, I will not beat around the bush."
He raised a hand.
Within his palm, a streak of golden radiance quietly emerged.
At first, that radiance was exceedingly faint, but within one breath, it blazed like a blazing sun.
Within the radiance, a list slowly manifested.
The list was golden, its length unknown by how many zhang, its width unknown by how many chi.
Across its surface, Three Thousand Dao Patterns flowed without cease, each Dao pattern a name.
Those names were densely packed, like stars scattered across the sky.
Yet those names were blank.
No names had yet been inscribed.
The Investiture of the Gods List.
A supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao.
Those whose names were on the list would die and have their Dao extinguished, their True Spirits entering the list.
From then on, there would be no freedom, no transcendence, no Great Dao.
They could only remain trapped in the Heavenly Court, at Haotian's command.
For hundreds of millions of yuanhui, they could not be freed.
Tongtian looked at the Investiture of the Gods List.
His gaze was calm as water.
"Dao Ancestor, do you wish this disciple to sign it?"
Hongjun nodded.
"The three sects shall sign, and the Investiture of the Gods List shall emerge."
"This is the predetermined number. It cannot be changed."
"Your Jie Sect must send people onto the list."
Tongtian looked at him, his gaze narrowing slightly.
"How many?"
Hongjun said, "three hundred and sixty-five Orthodox Gods, two thousand deputy gods, and eighty-four thousand heavenly soldiers and generals."
"The Jie Sect, Chan Sect, and Human Sect will divide the burden among themselves."
Tongtian fell silent.
Three hundred and sixty-five Orthodox Gods, two thousand deputy gods, and eighty-four thousand heavenly soldiers