In terms of pure combat power, Jiang Ziya was no match for Shen Gongbao. But Jiang Ziya had a wealth of treasures. Golden light exploded across the Fengshen Platform, and even Bo Jian couldn’t help but take a few steps back.
Su Fu was waiting for the moment when everyone’s attention was diverted.
She had already transformed into a tiny insect and landed silently in front of the Fengshen List.
Bo Jian was supposed to be guarding it, but his attention was entirely on the fierce battle between Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao.
Su Fu seized the moment. She instantly reverted to human form, using an Illusion Technique to conceal herself, and chanted:
“Fengshen List!”
In an instant, the Fengshen List radiated a dazzling golden light, covering the original List.
The two Lists merged in the void, becoming one without a trace of imperfection. Even Bo Jian didn’t notice anything amiss.
‘Success!’ Su Fu rejoiced inwardly.
Just as she had guessed, her Fengshen List could completely replace and overwrite the original.
With the critical step completed, Su Fu immediately flew far away.
Meanwhile, the battle between Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao had reached its climax.
“Shen Gongbao! You’re stubborn and unrepentant. Don’t blame me, your junior brother!”
The Divine Whip came crashing down, directly separating Shen Gongbao’s soul from his body.
Shen Gongbao let out a piercing scream, collapsed into a pool of blood, and fell completely silent.
Jiang Ziya put away his whip and stood upright, a complex expression on his face. “Brother, why must you be like this… you are certainly stronger than me.”
“If I had a choice…”
Unfortunately, once your name is on the list, there’s no escaping this calamity.
This was the Heavenly Dao.
Jiang Ziya turned and bowed toward Kunlun, then turned back to face the Investiture of the Gods List, finally beginning the last canonization ceremony.
“Bo Jian!”
Jiang Ziya’s voice rang out solemnly, echoing through heaven and earth.
“You were once the great general of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, campaigned against Chi You, and established great military merit… Today, I bestow upon you the title of Leader of the Eight Departments and Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Spirits of the Three Realms, Guardian of Pure Blessings, to oversee the Investiture Platform and guide the gods to their positions!”
Bo Jian kowtowed excitedly: “Thank you, Chancellor, for the canonization!”
He rose, holding the Soul-Guiding Banner, and began to guide the remaining souls.
Jiang Ziya continued to read:
“Huang Feihu! I bestow upon you the title of Grand Saint of Mount Tai, He who Rules the Underworld and Governs All Ghosts!”
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“Wen Zhong! I bestow upon you the title of Universal Sovereign of Thunder, Commander of the Thunder Department, who Holds the Power of Divine Punishment!”
“Jinling Shengmu! I bestow upon you the title of Mother of the Dipper, who Governs All the Stars and Constellations!”
“Zhao Gongming! I bestow upon you the title of True Lord of the Golden Dragon, who Governs the Wealth Department and Commands All Wealth of the World!”
One name after another was chanted from Jiang Ziya’s lips, one soul after another took its position, being sealed into the Investiture of the Gods List.
The golden light on the List grew increasingly brilliant, as if resonating with the Heavenly Dao.
Three hundred and sixty-five gods—just reading their names would take half a day.
But Su Fu never grew bored listening, because each name meant one more god at her disposal.
Especially when she heard the Three Xiao Sisters being titled “Immortal Matrons Who Respond to Fate”—these were the fierce ones who could set up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
She even began to calculate whether three hundred and sixty-five was too few. Should she expand it to seven hundred and twenty?
In future battles, just casually toss out a few dozen orthodox gods: lightning strikes, fire attacks, plague curses, financial drain, star constriction…
How could she possibly lose?
It was an absolute crushing victory.
The difference between her and the children of aristocratic families was her lack of development time. But now, since time was insufficient, she’d make up for it with numbers. From now on, she could also rely on human wave tactics.
However, Su Fu suddenly stopped smiling.
This exam was live-streamed, which meant those aristocratic families and hidden old monsters were surely watching her every move.
And she had obtained so many treasures throughout this entire ordeal—could those people not covet them?
Absolutely impossible.
Those shameless people were probably scheming right now to get their hands on them.
Try to make a move? She’d beat them into submission.
Three hundred and sixty-five orthodox gods taking turns—she’d exhaust her opponents to death!
With many gods, you could do whatever you wanted.
Seeing that Jiang Ziya had already reached the three hundredth-something god, Su Fu and Chesia both held their breath.
It was almost over.
Finally, Jiang Ziya read the last one—
“Shen Gongbao! I bestow upon you the title of General of Water Division, to Govern the East Sea Coast and Harmonize Yin and Yang!”
Then, Jiang Ziya shouted coldly: “Bring Fei Lian and E Lai forward!”
The two treacherous ministers were pressed to the platform. Jiang Ziya swung his sword and beheaded them, blood splattering the Investiture Platform, a sacrifice to loyal souls.
The Canonization Ceremony was officially complete!
In that instant, the clouds parted, the sun shone, the wind was gentle and the day fine. Golden light seemed to scatter through heaven and earth, an aura of peace everywhere.
Now!
Su Fu simultaneously recalled her skills and summoned the Four Swords of Zhuxian, thrusting them straight toward the original Investiture of the Gods List!
BOOM!
A crack suddenly split open on the List, golden light spilling out in all directions, then it shattered violently.
“What?!” Jiang Ziya’s face was filled with shock, his pupils contracting sharply: “Who?!”
“Who dares to destroy the Investiture of the Gods List!”
Violet Heaven Palace.
Ancestral Master Hongjun was lecturing the Sanqing on the Dao when he suddenly stopped short. Even the entire palace began to tremble.
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian were all shaken to their cores by this unexpected turn of events, quickly rising to their feet.
“Master?! What’s happening?!”
Rarely seen shock appeared on Hongjun’s face: “The Investiture of the Gods List… has been destroyed?!”
“What?!” All three saints changed expression simultaneously.
“How is this possible? Hasn’t the Canonization Ceremony already ended? How could—”
Hongjun had no time to explain. With a flick of his sleeve, he vanished from the Violet Heaven Palace in an instant, speeding straight toward the Investiture Platform.
Laozi, Tongtian, and Yuanshi exchanged glances, all seeing the horror in each other’s eyes.
The Investiture of the Gods List destroyed? Who did this?!
All three of them were clearly at the Violet Heaven Palace—who else could have this ability?
Could another saint have made a move in secret?
But that was impossible. This was their master’s endeavor—who would dare court death?!
Yet their master had spoken, and there could be no mistake.
If the List was truly destroyed, the entire Great Desolation would fall into chaos.
“Let’s go!” Laozi shouted, and the three immediately tore through the void, following Hongjun.
Who was it? All three shared the same question in their minds. The Investiture of the Gods List—
Who could destroy it? Who would dare?!
Investiture Platform.
The moment the List was destroyed, time and space here had been completely sealed.
Hongjun’s figure suddenly materialized, the Heavenly Dao’s pressure surging like a furious ocean, making all of creation tremble.
“WHO!?”
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room.
All the teachers stared at the screen before them, each one more shocked than Hongjun.
“Heavens! Has Su Fu lost her mind?!”
“She actually dared to touch the Investiture of the Gods List?!”
“That’s Hongjun, the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao!”
“Saints before him are like quails—one Sage-Felling Pill and they submit! Is Su Fu tired of living?!”
“Nuwa in the dungeon casually waved her hand, and Verdandi—a test taker of that level—was sent flying, her soul scattered!”
“Hongjun! That’s the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao!”
On the surveillance screen, Ancestral Master Hongjun had locked the entire dungeon’s time and space with a single thought.
Without a doubt, with such an enormous gap in combat power, Su Fu was dead for sure.
“This is sheer stupidity. ‘Courting death’ isn’t even strong enough!”
“She wants to take all the souls from this entire Investiture of the Gods dungeon for herself!”
“Let three hundred and sixty-five orthodox gods all fall under her control, countless divine powers in one person’s hands.”
“Too greedy! The risk is enormous!”
“Greed kills!”
“Now that Hongjun has personally intervened, time and space are locked—she doesn’t even have a chance to struggle or escape. It’s like smashing an egg against a rock!”
“How dare she?!”
“Too reckless, too reckless!”
“She’s really done for this time!”
At the same time, within the dungeon, the Great Desolation Channel also sent out notifications:
[The Canonization Ceremony is in progress…]
[The Canonization Ceremony has been attacked!]
[Shen Gongbao is fighting with Jiang Ziya!]
[Shen Gongbao has died. All souls have returned to their positions.]
[Canonization has ended!]
[Su Fu has recalled the Investiture of the Gods List.]
[Su Fu has destroyed the original Investiture of the Gods List.]
[Heavenly Dao Warning: The Investiture of the Gods List has been destroyed!]
[Ancestral Master Hongjun arrives with the Three Saints!]
When the test takers saw the later notifications, chaos erupted:
[What the hell? What does ‘Su Fu has recalled the Investiture of the Gods List’ mean?]
[The List has become hers?!]
[And what about the next line? ‘The List has been destroyed!’]
[My god, she’s not satisfied with saints anymore? She’s going directly against the Heavenly Dao?]
[We’re still struggling to survive, and Su Fu is already soloing the Heavenly Dao?]
[This is terrifying. I knew she liked blowing up dungeons, but I never thought she’d dare blow up a top-tier dungeon like this!]
[Hongjun is the one who treats saints like dogs. How dare she?!]
[Hongjun: Where’s my List? Su Fu: It’s mine now!]
[It’s over, it’s over. She’s finished this time!]
[Holy crap! Su Fu is trying to defy heaven! Directly stealing from Hongjun?!]
[Get her urn ready. No one can save her this time!]
[Don’t jump to conclusions so fast. When has she ever done anything without a plan?]
[Exactly. She might have prepared for this, just waiting to slap your faces!]
[I bet fifty cents Su Fu gets out unscathed!]
[Stop dreaming. This time she’s up against Ancestral Master Hongjun!]
[Speaking of… if she actually succeeds, how strong will she become?]
[Terrifying!]
[Terrifying!]
[She’ll reach a dominance level directly!]
Investiture Platform. Time and space froze.
The moment Su Fu pierced through the Investiture of the Gods List, the entire world came to a standstill.
All sounds vanished from heaven and earth. Even the wind stopped howling. Birds hung motionless in midair. White clouds froze in the sky.
It was as if the entire world had become a frozen image.
Then, perhaps a second later, or in the space of a thought—
“COURTING DEATH!”
A cold snort seemed to come from beyond the Nine Heavens. Hongjun’s figure suddenly materialized. The Heavenly Dao’s pressure crashed down like an avalanche and tsunami, instantly shattering the space for ten thousand miles around.
Ancestral Master Hongjun had arrived.
He didn’t even bother to say another word. He raised his hand and flicked—
BOOM!
A bolt of Heavenly Dao Divine Punishment, enough to annihilate a Golden Immortal, struck straight toward Su Fu.
The air was compressed, letting out a sharp shriek. The punishment was about to utterly annihilate Su Fu when—
HUM!
A Taiji Diagram, flowing with black and white, suddenly appeared around Su Fu, seeming to contain the principles of heaven and earth, yin and yang.
The Heavenly Dao Divine Punishment, upon touching the Taiji Diagram, vanished completely. Like mud entering the sea, it disappeared in an instant, dissipating into nothingness.
Laozi: “???”
The Taiji Diagram?
Wasn’t that his lost supreme treasure?!
Seeing this, Laozi’s heart skipped a beat. He was doomed.
Sure enough, Hongjun suddenly turned and glared at Laozi: “What’s wrong with your disciple?!”
Laozi: “…???”
Disciple? What disciple?
Terror made him react quickly. Only three words remained in his mind:
Unjust! Unjust!
Everything went black before his eyes, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood: “Master! She is truly not my disciple!”
He hurriedly distanced himself and quickly shifted the blame: “I truly don’t know her!”
“That Taiji Diagram was previously borrowed by your disciple Chijingzi from Yuanshi Tianzun’s seat, and then it was lost!”
“I didn’t give it to her!”
Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun panicked and quickly shifted the blame: “Master, I don’t know either. I tried to find it at the time but couldn’t. I thought Junior Brother Tongtian had secretly sabotaged it…”
Tongtian Jiaozhu: “???”
His eyes bulged, and his beard bristled with anger: “Yuanshi! You’re slandering me out of thin air! I, Tongtian, act with integrity and righteousness—when would I ever engage in such petty thievery?!”