Right there upon the Investiture of the Gods Altar.
Auspicious signs appeared, and wondrous phenomena unfolded.
Countless extraordinary visions emerged one after another.
Dazzling golden light flickered across the Investiture of the Gods List, building layer upon layer, strikingly conspicuous.
The aura of the Heavenly Dao was immensely dense.
It was enough to proclaim just how extraordinary this place was.
The Investiture of the Gods had finally drawn to a close.
All three hundred and sixty-five principal gods had received their appointments.
Among them, the highest divine office naturally belonged to Saint Zhunti.
Whether in status or strength, he was the greatest of them all.
It was only right that he received such a position. Of course, the Heavenly Dao's will also played a part in this.
After all, once someone was on the Investiture of the Gods List, Jiang Shang had little say in the matter.
It was largely the will of the Heavenly Dao.
That was why no one else could interfere.
Otherwise, there would have been far too much room for manipulation.
And at this moment.
With the Investiture of the Gods complete, Zhunti and the disciples of both the Chan Sect and the Western Teachings alike.
All bore the aura of the Heavenly Dao.
They stood there, alive and well.
This sight.
Naturally did not escape the Four Saints.
Their faces darkened.
Yet there was nothing they could do.
At last, they shifted their gazes to the other side, toward the place where the auspicious signs had appeared.
There, the aura of the Heavenly Dao was even denser.
With the Investiture of the Gods concluded, the merit power bestowed by heaven was gathering.
Before long, that merit power would be ready to descend.
Then.
It would be bestowed upon those who had contributed to this Investiture