What had just been terrifying now became earth-shattering. No one knew about that bizarre conversation in the Underworld, but everyone had realized one fact: the Investiture of the Gods was finished!
A magical treasure that had existed since the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods, a supreme artifact that had held absolute authority ever since, something that had suppressed countless divine beings for thousands of years—it had controlled innumerable gods through its overwhelmingly powerful laws. Even if they resented the outdated Heavenly Laws, not a single immortal had dared speak out because of its existence.
Today, the Investiture of the Gods had reached the end of its life.
Fear and helplessness surged into the hearts of every immortal at once. There was an unspoken rule in the Celestial Realm: beneath Saints, all were ants. Its meaning was clear—unless one reached the level of wielding laws, one would forever remain a pawn of Destiny.
That was the terror of rules. Yet before the Heavenly Dao, even Saints were ants. That was the gap between wielding rules and creating them. As a product of the Heavenly Dao, the Investiture of the Gods naturally stood above Saints. But now, it had shattered!
Did this mean the rules were undergoing a revolutionary change? And where had that change come from?
Reform. An obvious signal surfaced in every immortal's mind. The Appointed Orthodox Deities were no fools. As they watched the Investiture of the Gods in the sky begin to fall apart, they spat out mouthfuls of blood.
The sight could only be described as spectacular! There were simply too many Appointed Orthodox Deities, including both primary and secondary positions. From afar, the Heavenly Court could be seen blanketed in a red mist, with people vomiting blood everywhere.
Matchmaker Yue vomited blood. The Eight