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Chapter 640 Investiture of the Gods
The Soul Searching Technique is extremely domineering, directly reading the other person's memories without any privacy whatsoever.
This spell was also created by the immortal hero Chu Yang. He is currently at the pinnacle of his world. When he has nothing to do, besides helping Devouring Chu Yang and filling in the gaps on his side, he is constantly creating and deducing various spells.
Once he achieved something, he immediately shared it with "Chu Yang" in other worlds.
Long-eared Dingguangxian screamed and rolled over, clutching his head as memories flooded into Chu Yang's mind like a tidal wave.
"Those two Western Saints are indeed treacherous!"
After a while, Chu Yang sorted out the ins and outs of the past few days and sneered inwardly. He had already heard about the despicable behavior of the two Western Saints, and now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he felt even more contempt for them.
He put away the talisman, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
"Since you want to play, I'll play with you!"
Chu Yang released the soul-searching technique, and Chang Er Ding Guang Xian collapsed to the ground, his face pale and his eyes vacant, as if he had lost his soul.
Chu Yang sneered, his eyes growing even colder. "Those two bald monks in the West are truly cunning! They planted their pawns long ago. No wonder so many disciples from the Chan and Jie sects fled west after the Investiture of the Gods; the root of the problem lies here!"
He carefully sorted through the information he obtained from the soul search, and some of the Sage Zhunti's schemes gradually became clear to him.
The long-eared Dingguangxian, who had collapsed to the ground, looked like a puppet on a string, with empty eyes and drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking quite pathetic.
Chu Yang glanced at him, inwardly disdainful: "This kind of trash, does he even deserve to be Zhunti's pawn? But at least he saves me a lot of trouble."
With a flick of his finger, a restriction was sent into the body of Chang Er Ding Guang Xian, completely controlling his primordial spirit.
"Besides Vairocana, who else could it be?"
Chu Yang stroked his chin, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
With the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods approaching, various forces are stirring up trouble, and he doesn't mind making the situation even more chaotic.
After all, he has the advantage of being a prophet, plus the powerful cheat of the Soul Palace, so he might be able to change the original course of events!
He looked at the talisman in his hand, its golden light flowing, and a faint aura of a saint permeated it. If Chu Yang hadn't fully comprehended all the basic laws, he might not have been able to detect it!
The power it contained startled him.
"This thing is actually quite interesting."
Chu Yang sat cross-legged, placed the talisman in his palm, and began to refine it.
He wanted to see just how mysterious this talisman, specially crafted by the Sage Zhunti, truly was.
The surface of the talisman shimmered with a faint golden light. "The power of a saint..." Chu Yang took a deep breath and began to refine the talisman.
He wanted to see if he could use the power of this talisman to peek into the power of the sages, and hopefully find the weaknesses of the two Western sages so that he could strike them from the ground!
As Chu Yang refined the talisman, the golden light on it grew stronger and stronger. Gradually, a lotus flower phantom emerged, emanating a powerful aura of a saint.
This aura was as vast as the sea and as deep as an abyss, as if it wanted to devour Chu Yang.
"Hmph, it's nothing more than the power of a quasi-saint!!"
Chu Yang snorted coldly and exerted all his strength to resist the oppressive feeling.
This talisman was probably not made by the two Western saints themselves. Judging from the situation, it was made by the three corpse incarnations of the saints, and its power is only at the late stage of quasi-saint.
If it were personally crafted by a sage, it should at least possess the power of a quasi-sage at the peak. Even Chu Yang would be no match for this talisman once it unleashed its power!
The chaotic energy within his body surged forth, subtly clashing with the power of the sage, producing bursts of booming sounds.
Inside the cave, golden light and chaotic energy intertwined, creating a strange and wondrous scene.
The space around Chu Yang's body was constantly distorting, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the golden light gradually dimmed, and the lotus phantom gradually disappeared.
Chu Yang slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.
"I see..." He pursed his lips slightly, as if he had grasped the meaning.
"So that's how it is. The power of a sage is indeed profound."
Chu Yang opened his eyes and clicked his tongue in admiration.
This talisman does not contain the complete power of a saint, but rather a projection of the power of the benevolent corpse of the saint Zhunti. The strength of a saint's three corpses is at least at the peak of the quasi-saint level, so it is normal that the power of this talisman is only at the late stage of the quasi-saint level.
If a sage were to personally create the talisman, its power would be at least at the peak of a quasi-sage, and he would be no match for it.
However, it was precisely because of the incompleteness of this power that Chu Yang was able to glimpse a trace of the power of a saint, and even vaguely perceive some weaknesses of the two Western saints.
Rather than weaknesses, they are more like subtle obstructions in the operation of a sage's power, like a speck of dust on a precision instrument, which are difficult for ordinary people to detect, let alone utilize.
But Chu Yang was different. He had extraordinary comprehension and was proficient in many laws. This slight obstruction was as clear as a firefly in the dark to him.
"Since you want to play, I'll play with you."
A cold glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes. He refined the talisman again, sealing away the aura of the Sage Zhunti within it, and then incorporating his own understanding of the power of the Sage and the weaknesses of the two Western Sages, making it even more "perfect".
This talisman was originally a tool used by the Sage Zhunti to control key figures in the Investiture of the Gods calamity, but now it has become a weapon for Chu Yang to use against them.
Chu Yang then calculated with his fingers that the Investiture of the Gods Calamity was about to begin. Hongjun's summoning of many saints to Zixiao Palace must be to announce the Investiture of the Gods Calamity!
Meanwhile, in the Zixiao Palace, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat high on his cloud bed, with six saints standing below him with their hands at their sides, creating a solemn atmosphere.
"Since the creation of the world by Pangu, we have experienced the struggle between Tao and Demon, the Dragon-Han First Tribulation, and the Great Tribulation of the Witch and Demon. Now, a new Great Tribulation is about to arrive."
Hongjun Daozu's voice was indifferent, like the workings of the Heavenly Dao, without the slightest emotion, "This great calamity is called the Investiture of the Gods Calamity. You all must fulfill your responsibilities and fill the vacancies on the Investiture of the Gods List."
All six sages remained silent.
The Investiture of the Gods was a great calamity that affected the rise and fall of various religions. No one wanted their disciples to be listed and become laborers for the Heavenly Court.
The Chan and Jie sects, in particular, with their numerous disciples, were the first to be affected.
Lao Tzu stroked his beard, looking completely indifferent.
Yuanshi Tianzun's face was gloomy as he secretly plotted in his heart.
The Tongtian Sect Leader wore a disdainful expression, seemingly unconcerned about the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods. Nuwa and the Sage of Reception also wore different expressions, each with their own thoughts.
Only the Sage Zhunti had a fleeting, almost imperceptible glint in his eyes, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He had already been secretly plotting, waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin so he could make a fortune and strengthen the Western Sect.
Hongjun Daozu observed the reactions of the saints without revealing anything, and simply said, "The Investiture of the Gods has been established, and the will of Heaven cannot be defied. You must quickly send your disciples onto the Investiture of the Gods list, lest you suffer a great calamity and regret it too late."
After saying this, Hongjun Daozu disappeared, leaving the six saints looking at each other in the Zixiao Palace.
"Senior brother, how should we deal with this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods?" Yuanshi Tianzun asked Laozi.
Lao Tzu opened his eyes and said calmly, "It is the will of Heaven; just go with the flow."
Yuanshi Tianzun cursed Laozi inwardly for being cunning and treacherous, but dared not say anything. He turned to Tongtian Jiaozhu and sneered, "Junior Brother Tongtian, you have many disciples; you should be prepared to be on the list."
The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed and said, "The Investiture of the Gods? It's nothing but a piece of broken paper. My Jie Sect disciples are all geniuses, why would we be afraid of being listed? On the contrary, your Chan Sect disciples are all hypocritical and virtuous, but in reality, they are morally flawed. If you want to be listed, let your Chan Sect disciples be listed first!"
"you!"
Yuanshi Tianzun was furious and about to lash out when he saw the Sage Zhunti walking over with a smile.
With a fake smile on his face, the Sage Zhunti walked between Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu.
"Brothers, please calm down," he said, rubbing his hands together and feigning concern. "The Investiture of the Gods is the will of Heaven. We should simply follow the will of Heaven."
Having said that, his eyes darted around, his gaze landing on the Tongtian Sect Leader, and his tone became sharp and sarcastic: "Senior Brother Tongtian, although your Jie Sect has many disciples, well, their quality... until they reach the Saint level, they are ultimately just ants!"
He paused, then continued in a sarcastic tone, "During the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, some damage is inevitable. Senior Brother, you'd better prepare early, lest you regret it later, hehe."
Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader flew into a rage, bristling his beard and glaring, "What my disciples are like is none of your business, you bald monk! You'd better take care of your two crooked sons and rascals from the Western Sect first, lest they end up on the Investiture of the Gods list and have nowhere to cry!"
Sage Zhunti remained unperturbed, still smiling, as if the Tongtian Sect Leader hadn't been cursing him.
He sighed dramatically and said, "Senior brother is joking. Our Western Sect is poor and has few disciples. We have always focused on cultivation and do not concern ourselves with worldly affairs. This Investiture of the Gods calamity is nothing but a passing cloud to us."
His pretentious and aloof demeanor made Yuanshi Tianzun frown as he watched from the side.
Yuanshi Tianzun sneered inwardly, thinking that this Sage Zhunti was so hypocritical that it was disgusting.
He was eager for the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect to be mutually weakened, so that his Western Sect could reap the benefits.
Thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun's heart stirred, and a plan came to mind. He said, "Junior brothers, the Investiture of the Gods is a matter of great importance. Let us discuss how to deal with it."
The Tongtian Sect Leader snorted coldly, glancing sideways at the Primordial Heavenly Lord: "What's there to discuss with a hypocrite like you? Don't think I don't know what you're up to! You want to use the Investiture of the Gods to weaken my Jie Sect's strength? Dream on!"
Yuanshi Tianzun wasn't annoyed, but simply smiled faintly: "Junior Brother Tongtian, you're mistaken. The Investiture of the Gods is ordained by Heaven, and we are both within its calamity. Why must we fight to the death? Wouldn't it be better if we joined forces to overcome this calamity together?"
"Join forces? Join forces with you?" The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "This is the first time I've heard you say something like this since the Three Pure Ones split up! If we could join forces fairly, our Jie Sect wouldn't have moved away from Kunlun Mountain!"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, the Sage Zhunti quickly interjected, "Brothers, brothers, please say less. In my opinion, how about this: each of our three religions should send a group of disciples to be listed on the list. In this way, everyone can safely pass through this calamity. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Yuanshi Tianzun cursed Zhunti Saint's cunning in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm and nodded, saying, "Junior Brother Zhunti is right, but how to allocate these disciple quotas is a problem."
Sage Zhunti's eyes darted around, calculating how to reduce the number of Western Sect disciples on the list while increasing the number of disciples from the Chan and Jie sects. Just as he was about to speak, Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly said, "My Jie sect disciples are all exceptionally talented; how can they be easily listed? How about this: I will send one disciple to the list, and your Chan and Western sects will each send ten disciples, what do you say?"
Tongtian had already guessed the outcome. Not to mention that he cared about the disciples in his sect, which of these saints didn't become saints by establishing a sect?
If one were to send all one's disciples to the Investiture of the Gods, wouldn't that shake the foundation of one's great sect? Wouldn't that threaten the foundation of one's own saint?
Upon hearing this, both Yuanshi Tianzun and Sage Zhunti were stunned, then flew into a rage. Yuanshi Tianzun roared, "Tongtian, you've gone too far!" Sage Zhunti was even more furious, jumping up and down, "Tongtian, you...you...you're utterly shameless!"
The Master of Heaven laughed heartily, completely ignoring the two men's anger.
As soon as the Tongtian Sect Leader said this, the Zixiao Palace fell into complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.
The air seemed to freeze, so oppressive it was hard to breathe. The smiles on the faces of Yuanshi Tianzun and Zhunti Shengren froze, replaced by disbelief and raging fury.
"Tongtian!" Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Don't push your luck!"
The whisk in his hand trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.
Sage Zhunti was so angry that his face turned red, and his finger pointing at Tongtian Jiaozhu trembled uncontrollably: "You...you...you are supposed to be a sage, how could you utter such shameless words!"
Even the usually taciturn Sage Jieyin couldn't help but frown and look at the Tongtian Sect Leader.
The Grand Master of Heaven laughed heartily, completely unconcerned about the two men's anger. Instead, he raised an eyebrow provocatively: "What? Do you two have a problem with what I said?"
The atmosphere inside Zixiao Palace was extremely tense, with swords drawn and weapons poised to strike.
Seeing this, Lao Tzu shook his head helplessly, then closed his eyes, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.
He knew perfectly well that this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods would not involve his Human Sect under any circumstances. He only had one disciple, Xuandu, and there was no way he would let his disciple be included on the Investiture of the Gods list.
Nuwa kept her eyes closed the entire time, as if nothing concerned her.
Just as a great battle was about to break out, the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun reappeared in Zixiao Palace.
He glanced at the several sages present and said in a calm tone, "The Investiture of the Gods is ordained by Heaven. You are all within the calamity, and you must gather all 365 righteous gods."
Hongjun Daozu's words undoubtedly poured cold water on this argument.
Of course, he didn't show up because he agreed with the words of the Tongtian Sect Master. If he didn't make a decision soon, who knows how many variables would arise when the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods truly arrived!
Although the sages were dissatisfied, they dared not disobey the Dao Ancestor's decree.
They argued again, proposing various distribution plans, but ultimately could not reach an agreement. (End of Chapter)