At the moment the Investiture of the Gods was successfully refined, countless purple radiances hung upside down like a star river. The ancient divine patterns on the text of the list throbbed with the Taixu Law, and with each flowing line, they burst into a thunderous roar of Heaven and Earth Opening.
True Martial stood with his hands behind his back in the void, the Twenty-Eight Constellations Patterns on his Daoist Robe reflecting off the text of the list, as if the stars were falling into the mortal world. He gazed at the faintly visible Star River Map within the text and suddenly spoke: "Now that the Investiture of the Gods is complete, yet the road ahead is long, you must proceed to a certain place."
Xu Qing rubbed his fingertips over the fragments of the bronze mirror, the reflected illusion of the Investiture of the Gods rippled, with strands of Chaos Qi seeping from the cracked edges: "I wish to hear the details."
