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Qingyun Mountain.

Hall of Longevity.

The furnace flames rose, and the fragrance of the pills dispersed.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged next to the Pill Furnace, fanning the Divine Fire Fan to refine Heavenly Yang Pills. Suddenly, his sleeve trembled slightly.

"Eh?"

With a look of surprise, he took out the Investiture of the Gods and unfolded it, his gaze landing on the name of the Rain God's assistant.

The originally bright and shining words "Dan Chen" gradually dimmed until they disappeared, leaving an empty space on the list.

The Investiture of the Gods was endowed with the Severing Heaven Sect's ancestors' secret technique of fate, mysteriously linked with the rightful gods. An instant connection appeared as Dan Chen met trouble.

"Divine Enthronement has yet to begin, yet a rightful god has already died?"

Zhou Yi's eyebrows lifted, surmising that a Loose Cultivator was responsible for the death of the Rain God's assistant.

The Thunder Department's Nine Heavens Monarch was in charge of dispensing rain throughout Dongsheng Divine Continent, and each had nine assistants, the Rain Gods, holding lowly divine positions of laborious duty and meager power; no major sect disciple would bother to contest for such a station.

Starting from the Ninth Grade, as long as one has the backing of a major sect, one is destined to serve in at least one of the six departments.

"Such affairs must be settled by making an example to warn others, or else endless troubles will follow."

Zhou Yi took out a divination container and shook it lightly, "Let this humble Daoist calculate, which fellow dares to be so disrespectful!"

Expending eight hundred years of lifespan to perform the Severing Heaven technique, a divination slip fell to the ground, revealing two seal characters.

Close friend!

"Indeed, it's hardest to guard against a family thief. The only ones who could easily slay a Loose Cultivator Monarch are his close confidants..."

Zhou Yi sighed, inwardly reflecting as a warning to himself that even with friends of many years, one must keep one's guard up.

"However, the Cultivation World is all about personal connections and backgrounds. To embarrass this humble Daoist is to show no respect to the three teachings, to show no respect to the Ancestral Immortal; such an offender deserves to be sent into reincarnation for reflection!"

With this thought, he took out a stack of talismans from his sleeve.

Sending a message to the Patch Heaven Sect's Xuan Hong, "Junior Brother Xuan, this humble Daoist has a favor to ask!"

Sending a message to the Severing Heaven Sect, "Junior Brother Hu, the death of Daoist Dan Chen cannot go uninvestigated!"

Sending a message to the Buddhist Sect's Fa Ming, "Amitabha, this evil must be eradicated for the Heavenly Court to have peace!"

Sending messages to the Ten Absolute Sect, the All Heaven Sect, the Profound Darkness Sect, Great Moon Nation, Sheng Yang Kingdom…

Dozens of messages were sent out, and none failed to nod in agreement. At a critical moment for Divine Enthronement, Zhou Yi leveraged the Investiture of the Gods to command all immortals.

"Continue with the alchemy!"

...

Chaotic Cloud Valley.

Streaks of fleeing lights converged from all directions.

There were monks and Daoists, Confucians and laypeople, each one powerful in aura, their Divine Senses engulfing a thousand li in every direction.

In the valley.

Ling Yuan, who was in seclusion, suddenly felt his mind uneasy and his fingers failed to divine any message.

"A troubled heart foretells an omen!"

As a Loose Cultivator who had climbed up from the bottom, valuing his life with caution, even without finding a reason, Ling Yuan gathered his Spiritual Objects and prepared to change his domain.

Loose Cultivators were like cunning rabbits, often having three to five hidden abodes.

The fleeing light shot into the sky, but just as he had flown a dozen li, a voice came from ahead.

"Fellow Daoist, please halt!"

Without any hesitation, Ling Yuan turned around and flew west for a hundred li, encountering a monk in yellow robes.

"Benefactor, you have a predestined relationship with our Buddha. Please ascend to the Western Heaven!"

"Dammit!"

Ling Yuan's face changed drastically, his hands forming secret techniques spells, his fleeing speed suddenly increased by a significant factor, only to crash into an invisible wall.

Several cultivators sat on clouds, their garments different, each with a smirking smile.

Ling Yuan ceased his fleeing light; obviously, the north was also impassable. He clasped his hands and said, "This humble Daoist has always been kind to others. I do not know why I have incurred the displeasure of fellow Daoists. Whatever the cause, I apologize first and ask for your forgiveness!"

As he spoke, he performed the salute of a disciple, bowing deeply in respect.

"Well said."

A Daoist praised, "Such awareness of when to advance or retreat is rare. No wonder you, as a Loose Cultivator, achieved the Nascent Soul. Even if starting from a Ninth Grade rightful god, sooner or later you'd be listed in the Investiture of the Gods."

"It's a pity you shouldn't have provoked the Heavenly Court."

Another Daoist said, "And you definitely shouldn't have provoked our eldest senior brother. We are here today to invite you into the cycle of reincarnation, to uphold the dignity of the Heavenly Court!"

Ling Yuan suddenly understood, although his face showed bewildered helplessness.

"This humble Daoist respects and supports the Heavenly Court, but for what offense am I guilty?"

"There's no need for pretense, fellow Daoist. The Cultivation World has always believed in the freedom of inner conviction, no need for any proof," the Daoist spoke, "Besides, if our eldest senior brother says it's you, then it undoubtedly is. Since we're to kill a chicken to warn the monkeys, no amount of arguing will save the chicken from death!"

Ling Yuan did not wait for the Daoist to finish speaking. He spat out the Heavenly Thunder Sword and summoned hundreds of bolts of lightning to strike.

A moment later.

After being besieged by numerous true disciples of great sects, Ling Yuan was obliterated.

...

The death of Dan Chen

Spread quickly throughout Dongsheng Divine Continent by the disciples of the great sects.

The few Loose Cultivator rightful gods, upon hearing the news, were all frightened and cautious. They sought refuge in deep mountains and forests, setting up formations to secretly cultivate while quietly awaiting the establishment of the Heavenly Court. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

Then the news came out that the position of the Rain God's assistant would not be filled for the time being.

Those cultivators harboring thoughts of killing a god to fill the vacancy reined in their greed. Plus, having heard that Ling Yuan was utterly destroyed, they clearly understood the warning and started to inquire when the Heavenly Court would be established.

If they couldn't reach the Investiture of the Gods, lesser gods could still compete for lower third-grade positions.

Qingyun Mountain, in due time, announced that in twenty years the grand Heavenly Court Formation would be completed, and that's when the official Divine Enthronement would begin.

Twenty years.

For Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators, was merely a single session of seclusion.

As the Cultivation World seethed with excitement, the mortal world also underwent drastic change; emperors of various nations abdicated one after another.

The new emperors were mortals with cultivations below Foundation Establishment, according to rules set by the Ancestral Immortal; only those below Foundation Establishment could preside over the Imperial Court and traverse the worldly affairs of the mortal realm.

The officials of the National Dynasties, as if they had agreed to retire en masse, relinquished their positions to mortals.

With the Ancestral Immortal backing from above and the allure of the Investiture of the Gods from below, the reforms in the mortal realm encountered hardly any turmoil.

Occasionally, some misguided demons and heretics took advantage of the fact that the Mountain Gods and River Lords dared not manifest themselves and used spells to fool the common people and scrape away offerings. They were soon beaten into utter disarray.