"Draw the True Spirits into the Divine Altar!"
Lin Tian spoke calmly, his expression composed.
As his words fell, Jiang Ziya, standing directly below the Investiture of the Gods Altar, solemnly began waving the Hundred-Spirit Banner in his hand.
Profound, abstruse Dao patterns flashed across the banner's dark azure fabric, transforming into strands of invisible power that swept out in all directions.
This power was exceedingly unusual. It had no effect whatsoever on ordinary people, but against the True Spirits on the Investiture of the Gods List, it possessed considerable might, leaving them utterly unable to resist.
In mere moments, True Spirits came hurtling from every corner of the Primordial World, streaking across the heavens like meteors and heading straight for the Investiture of the Gods Altar.
"I don't want to become a god! Let me go!"
"Spare me! I'll never dare oppose the Human Race again!"
"Please show mercy, Vine Dao Venerable! Spare us this once!"
As the countless True Spirits drew near, their cries and pleas resounded throughout heaven and earth.
Once they were invested as gods, they would no longer be able to cultivate. They could only rely on the incense offerings of the mortal world to slowly increase their cultivation, effectively severing all connection to the Great Dao.
More importantly, these invested gods would all be subject to the Heavenly Court's control. For proud, arrogant beings, that was more agonizing than death.
The disciples of the Chan Sect, in particular, wore terrified expressions, wishing they could flee this world and get far away from the Investiture of the Gods Altar.
Yet no matter how they struggled, they could not break free. The Hundred-Spirit Banner in Jiang Ziya's hand seemed born to subdue them, exerting an immense pull upon them.
"**Kill Jiang Ziya, and we can escape