Xuandu raised a hand, the Chaos Bead hovering above his palm as its forty-nine restrictions circulated without end.
He used the Chaos Bead as a conduit and Fuxi's Humanity Merit as the source.
Thread by thread, strand by strand, wave by wave.
He infused that azure radiance into the Investiture of the Gods List.
Into the God-Striking Whip.
The process was extremely slow.
So slow that each thread of fortune required several shichen to infuse.
The process was extremely steady.
So steady that every strand of merit merged like spring rain nourishing all things.
The process was extremely meticulous.
So meticulous that every wave of power seeped in like fine threads, leaving no trace.
Jiang Ziya stood within the cave, holding the Investiture of the Gods List and the God-Striking Whip in both hands.
He sensed it.
The pressure emanating from the list was weakening thread by thread.
The light on the whip was dimming strand by strand.
The Heavenly Dao Power was being neutralized bit by bit by Humanity Merit.
The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation was gradually becoming reversible.
An indescribable emotion surged within him.
The Vice Sect Master.
He had truly done it.
He was truly weakening the might of Heavenly Dao treasures.
He was truly leaving a Glimmer of Hope for the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.
He was truly paving a path to survival for the Jie Sect Myriad Immortals.
Time passed.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
More than half of Fuxi's Humanity Merit had been consumed.
His gaunt face was filled with exhaustion.
Yet he gritted his teeth and never stopped.
Because he knew that this was the key to the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.
This was the Interception Sect's hope.
This was humanity's future.
Xuandu watched him with calm eyes.
"Enough."