Xuandu Again? A Conversation at Shouyang Mountain
Western Qi, Chancellor's Residence.
The night was black as ink, with a bright moon and sparse stars.
Jiang Ziya sat cross-legged in a quiet chamber, clad in a gray-white Daoist robe, his expression composed.
The Investiture of the Gods List hung above his head, wreathed in golden light.
The God-Striking Whip lay across his knees, purple light flowing over it.
He closed his eyes, sinking his mind deep into his Purple Mansion.
He was not cultivating.
He was waiting.
Waiting for Xuandu Vice Sect Master's orders.
Waiting for the moment the investiture of the gods began.
Waiting for the chance to save whoever he could.
Suddenly.
His entire body jolted.
He sensed it.
A strand of Spiritual Sense was racing toward him from the direction of Kunlun Mountain.
That Spiritual Sense was immensely powerful, flourishing, and vast.
Like heaven, like earth, like endless void.
Heavenly Dao Sage, Seventh Heaven.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate.
Jiang Ziya's heart tightened.
Master had come.
He had come to investigate.
He had come to hold him accountable.
His expression unchanged, yet within the Depth of his eyes, a trace of faint light flashed.
It was good that he had come.
Master could see for himself.
See whose man Jiang Ziya was now.
See whose weapons the Investiture of the Gods List and the God-Striking Whip had become.
See who was truly behind Chan Sect's destiny plummeting by ten percent.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate's Spiritual Sense enveloped the entire Chancellor's Residence in an instant.
It enveloped Jiang Ziya, the Investiture of the Gods List, and the God-Striking Whip.
He wanted to see.
See whether Jiang Ziya had betrayed him.
See whether the Investiture of the Gods List had changed.
See whether anyone had tampered with the God-Striking Whip.
Jiang Ziya's expression