After learning that the Zhou Army had finished building the Spirit Platform and hung up the Investiture List, Zi Shou left Shouxian Palace for the first time in ages.
He needed to think.
Reality had become vastly different from the original story, and less and less of what he knew still applied.
This was a good sign. It meant his arrival had become a so-called variable. Perhaps he really could punch through the Heavenly Dao and ascend on the spot.
The half of the Investiture List that Shen Gongbao had snatched through a sneaky raid was the finest reward for his years of effort.
Originally, the Investiture List had been in Jiang Ziya's hands, and Jiang Ziya, the Tribulation-Bound One, had controlled the investiture of the gods. Now half the list was on Zi Shou's side, along with another Tribulation-Bound One, Shen Gongbao.
Thinking of it that way, there was room to turn things around with the investiture of the gods. Either you appoint your gods and I appoint mine, or we split the 365 orthodox gods fifty-fifty between our sides. In any case, things certainly would not follow the original story's course.
But so many variables also meant that he could no longer plan for the coming Shang-Zhou war and Investiture Calamity according to the original progression of the investiture of the gods.
"The Investiture List..."
There was actually an Investiture List in the system too, complete with a matching God-Beating Whip. Gleaming gold, they looked even more badass than the genuine articles.
Of course, the foolishness value required was astronomical too. Zi Shou had no intention of redeeming them for now. After all, however powerful magic treasures were, they still depended on the wielder's strength. Taking on the Sages head-on and punching through the Heavenly Dao was the