Yes, everyone had been curious, eager to see just what Hu Xiaojing had done. Many even hoped to find a path they could follow themselves, especially the lower-ranking immortals.
In the Heavenly Court, there were only two kinds of immortals: merit immortals and Appointed Orthodox Deities. The latter needed no explanation; they had all risen through the Investiture of the Gods. Aside from Yang Jian, the one who had never died, every last one of them had kicked the bucket.
There were considerably more merit immortals: people with individual abilities, specialized talents, or simply good hearts. Earth gods, mountain gods, and other minor immortals, for example, had benefited from their ancestors' blessings. Thus, these were the only two types in the entire Heavenly Court.
Most immortals were merit immortals. Compared with the Appointed Orthodox Deities, they were inherently a notch lower in prestige. Most were honest, straightforward people, and their strength was generally lower too, so they were all extremely eager to advance.
But everyone stared blankly at the sky. The Heavenly Dao had been announcing her divine office for ages without saying a damn thing, leaving them rather speechless.
They craned their necks. They had practically taken their pants off already, yet the Heavenly Dao was still droning on about her divine office without getting anywhere. Instantly, the crowd erupted!
"Holy crap, what the hell is this?"
"No idea! This is seriously weird!"
"You know, it reminds me of what happened with Lu Pan. The Heavenly Dao got stuck that time too!"
Everyone began discussing it, while silence reigned inside the Soaring Firmament Palace. Ziwei stood with his mouth hanging open, unable to speak. Only after a long while did he narrow his eyes. "The Heavenly Dao is in a bind!"
The Yellow Emperor nodded. Exactly. This situation could