Three Hundred Sixty-Five Positions on the Investiture of the Gods, and You've Left Me Dozens Empty?

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

The golden shadow of the list hung in the center of the great hall, its three hundred sixty-five Righteous God Seats laid out in sequence, with vast stretches still vacant.

Haotian sat upon his divine throne, staring at those empty spaces. He had not spoken for the time it took half an incense stick to burn.

Below, the Immortal official responsible for guarding the Heavenly Book and sensing the fortunes of the Investiture of the Gods kept his head lowered, scarcely daring to breathe.

Thirty-seven.

A full thirty-seven people who had originally entered a state of high likelihood of facing the tribulation were now alive and well.

That number might not have seemed like much ordinarily, but on the Investiture of the Gods, it was glaring.

Among those thirty-seven were truly heavyweight figures such as Zhao Gongming, the Three Cloud Sisters, the Ten Heavenly Lords, and Wen Zhong, as well as many Immortals already deeply embroiled in the Karmic Tribulation, such as Shiji, the Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island, the Four Demon Generals, and Yu Yuan.

According to the previous calculations of fate, at least a considerable portion of them should have long since sent their true spirits to the Investiture Altar.

Yet not a single one had arrived.

Haotian stared at the vacant divine seats and lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers.

"So."

"The list is here, and the people are here."

"The divine seats are here, and the people are here."

"Yet none of those who should have come have come."

The Immortal official's mouth twitched slightly.

Why did His Majesty sound somewhat resentful?

But he did not dare respond.

Haotian looked for a while longer, then suddenly pointed at one stretch of empty seats. "Surely these three hundred sixty-five Righteous God Seats