Zhang Sanfeng left Mount Tai—or rather, the Mount Tai Mountain God kicked him out.
How could a sacred place like the Mount Tai God Domain be somewhere for a scruffy old man like him?
And as Zhang Sanfeng entered the world, the entire Ming World stirred.
Investiture of the Gods! Eternal life!
It was a forbidden subject. Since ancient times, countless people had pursued godhood and eternal life.
The appearance of so many man-made deities had sprung from people's cherished hopes of becoming gods and never dying.
Across the Great Ming, powerful families, great Wulin sects, illustrious clans, and local magnates all felt their hearts burn with desire.
They rushed about, wielding their influence, hoping to maneuver themselves into a divine position.
But when they learned that only the dead could become gods, and that those whose names had gone down in history were eligible, their enthusiasm cooled somewhat. They were still nearly mad with it.
If living people were made gods in the flesh, they would be neither human nor divine. Yin and Yang would fall into disorder, the line between humans and gods would blur, and the Divine Way would suffer.
But if their ancestors could be made gods and return to the world, the result would be much the same!
The families whose ancestors still enjoyed boundless glory were even more frenzied.
Some figures from history had left things behind that still wielded enormous influence today.
What a sight it would be if those people returned!
The whole world began moving around the divine positions. No one dared cause trouble openly, but beneath the surface, the currents surged ever more violently.
Zhang Sanfeng watched with a cold eye. He generally did not interfere in who became a god of the Human Dao.
For even if famous figures