Inside the thatched cottage, Ling'e pouted as she carefully wiped the water marks from her cheeks with a handkerchief.
Li Changshou smiled apologetically, then furrowed his brow tightly and folded his arms. His immortal consciousness watched the handsome, thick-browed youth outside the mountain gate, while a threefold chain of longevity rose in his heart:
What was going on?
That shouldn't be possible.
How could this be?
This young Li Jing was the commander of Chentang Pass? Madam Yin's husband? Nezha's daddy? One hundred percent destined to be caught barehanded... Ahem, perhaps not that last one.
Could the Investiture of the Gods be coming in a few decades?
Obviously not!
The Southern Continent had yet to see "Mysterious Bird Gives Birth to Shang." From a mortal perspective, the Shang Kingdom—the main target of the Investiture of the Gods—did not even have a shadow of existence yet!
Li Changshou had investigated many times. At present, the mortal world of the Southern Continent was in a state resembling the era after the Xia Dynasty's decline, when heroes carved up the land.
Because the Southern Continent was so vast, development varied from place to place. In some regions, tribal men and women still "knocked each other unconscious before getting certified," so their levels of advancement could not be spoken of in the same breath.
Moreover, the proper sequence of the Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods should have been:
First, the Jade Emperor felt that disciples of the Three Teachings had offended him, so he went to the Dao Ancestor Lord to weep and complain.
Second, the Dao Ancestor Lord summoned the Three Pure Ones and had the Three Teachings sign the Investiture of the Gods Scroll, using their disciples to fill all the Heavenly Court God Positions.
Third, after the Investiture