Investiture of the Gods: Childhood Sweetheart Daji, Starting with Quasi-Saint Cultivation

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the edge of chaos.

A myriad of rays of light shone, and a thousand auspicious colors appeared.

Cranes soar through the sky, and a sacred spring murmurs.

The Jade Palace was faintly visible amidst the misty purple aura, and exotic flowers and rare herbs filled the air with fragrance.

This is the sacred site of the goddess Nuwa—the Nuwa Palace.

Today, the atmosphere at the Nuwa Palace is different from the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere of the past.

Inside the main hall, the Goddess Nuwa sat high on her cloud bed, her holy face shrouded in a hazy, ethereal glow of Daoist aura!

His face was obscured, but his eyes, indifferent as the heavens, reflected the birth and death of all things and the cycle of reincarnation.

But at this moment, a barely perceptible fluctuation appeared deep within those indifferent eyes.

Your Highness, the three demons—the Nine-Tailed Fox, the Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit, and the Jade Pipa Spirit—are kneeling on the ground, trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Even a trace of the saint's aura, if unintentionally revealed, is beyond their ability to withstand.

"So you say that?"

"You weren't even allowed to enter Jizhou City before being stopped by a quasi-saint who calls himself Su Yunbai?"

The voice was calm, yet it sent shivers down the spines of the three demons.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

"Although Su Yunbai's cultivation is only at the initial stage of Quasi-Saint, his methods are strange and can directly suppress our cultivation and supernatural abilities. He... he also said..."

"What did you say?"

"He said... if we approach Jizhou any further, we will be annihilated, body and soul. He also... he instructed us servants to convey this to Your Majesty..."

"To forcibly seize the bodies of living people and wreak havoc on human dynasties is not...not the righteous path of saints..."

After saying that, she buried her head in the ground and dared not raise it again.

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.

The boys and girls standing on either side lowered their heads even further, as if they wished they didn't exist.

a long time.

A soft laugh, devoid of any discernible emotion, rang out.

"What a fine Su Yunbai."

"A mere quasi-saint dares to presume to discuss the righteous path of the sages."

Her gaze shifted slightly, as if piercing through endless void and landing on the primordial earth!

It fell towards Jizhou, and also towards that figure traveling towards the North Sea.

"I am curious,"

"This adopted son of Su Hu is no more than twenty years old. How could he have reached the level of a quasi-saint? What gives him the audacity to obstruct my plans?"

She counted on her fingers and began to calculate.

Sages can calculate the secrets of heaven and know the past and future, and the cause and effect of all things, with a single thought.

However, when her divine sense touched the name "Su Yunbai" and the fate line associated with it, she felt a sense of obscurity.

It wasn't that the secrets of heaven were obscured—if other sages were to try and conceal it, she would immediately sense it. Rather, it was a kind of...chaos.

It was as if this person's origins and background were shrouded in a layer of chaotic mist, incompatible with the existing cause and effect in the primordial world, yet truly existing.

"A reincarnation of the Chaos God?"

"No, the aura is wrong. It's more like... it appeared out of thin air?"

This discovery further fueled her interest in Su Yunbai.

"And then there's Emperor Xin..."

"That fleeting sense of 'extraordinary' feeling when composing the poem..."

She had a vague feeling that two unexpected pieces had been mixed into this game of Investiture of the Gods.

"Su Daji..."

Nuwa looked towards Jizhou again, and the woman's fate had already taken a turn!

Although it has not completely deviated from its original trajectory, it has been shrouded in a hazy uncertainty, with a faint aura of fortune that does not belong to the laws of heaven and destiny protecting it.

"interesting."

Nuwa withdrew her gaze and looked down at the three demons trembling like leaves.

"Your mission failed, and you should be severely punished," she said calmly.

The three demons, their souls nearly scattered, repeatedly kowtowed, crying, "Your Majesty, spare us! Your Majesty, spare us!"

"But considering that Su Yunbai is indeed quite capable, and you are no match for him," Nuwa changed the subject, "his death sentence can be waived."

The three demons had just breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, they cannot escape punishment." Nuwa flicked her finger, and three beams of clear light, containing the power of creation and punishment, entered the three demons' brows.

"ah--!"

The three demons simultaneously let out a shrill scream, their demonic energy surging violently!

His form shifted between reality and illusion, as if he were about to be forced back to his original form.

Several breaths passed before the clear light stabilized, transforming into three profound runes that were imprinted deep within their souls.

"This is the 'Soul-Locking Seal of Creation'."

"Your cultivation is temporarily sealed by thirty percent. If you continue to fail in your duties or harbor disloyalty, this seal will activate, and your body and soul will be annihilated."

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty, for sparing my life!"

"Since the path of Su Daji is blocked, let's find another one."

"In Chaoge, Fei Zhong and You Hun have prepared new identities for you. Go, infiltrate Chaoge, first bewitch the palace, and when the time is right, find a suitable body to approach Emperor Xin."

"Remember, what I want is for the Shang dynasty to collapse, for Emperor Xin to be betrayed and abandoned by his people, and for Xiqi to follow the will of Heaven and the people, and for the phoenix to sing throughout the world."

"If we fail again..." Nuwa's unfinished words sent chills down the spines of the three demons.

"This servant obeys! We will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust!" The three demons kowtowed through gritted teeth.

"Step back."

As if granted a pardon, the three demons transformed into a whirlwind and fled from Nuwa's Palace in a panic, heading towards Chaoge.

Silence returned to the main hall.

Nuwa sat alone on her cloud bed, her fingers gently tapping the armrest, her gaze once again fixed on the primordial world.

"Su Yunbai... Emperor Xin..."

Her lips curled up slightly, but the curve was devoid of any warmth.

"A variable? A pawn? Or... a spoiler?"

"Let me see just how much trouble you 'outliers' can cause in my game."

She slowly raised her hand, palm facing upward.

A spark of inspiration appeared in her palm, which then evolved into a miniature phantom of a primordial landscape!

In the image, the aura of the Shang Dynasty's territory rises like crimson flames, while a hint of bluish-purple energy appears in the direction of Xiqi, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, poised to unleash its power.

In the north of the Yin-Shang dynasty, in the land of the North Sea, there was a sharp, sword-like light of an "anomaly"!

It subtly echoes the faint yet tenacious light of "anomaly" in Chaoge.

"Beihai..." Nuwa's gaze fell on the sword-shaped light spot. "It's time to make a move on those fools behind Yuan Futong."

She flicked her finger, releasing an extremely subtle divine thought, mixed with cause and effect and the aura of calamity!

Silently traversing the chaos, it fell upon the primordial land, landing in some indescribable corner deep within the North Sea.

After doing all this, Nuwa slowly closed her eyes, her body radiating Daoist energy!

It merged into the entire Nuwa Palace, and even the vast chaotic void.

It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a moment when the sage casually fiddled with the chessboard during his leisure time.

But the fate of the primordial world, and the life and death of some people, have been quietly altered in this seemingly casual manipulation.

……

Almost at the same time that Nuwa's divine thought fell into the North Sea.

As Su Yunbai was riding his horse, his heart suddenly skipped a beat without warning.

A faint chill, yet one that sent a shiver down his spine, suddenly swept past him.

He abruptly reined in his horse, looked up at the sky, and frowned.

"Young master?"

Behind them, Jiang Xiaowu, now dressed in a flowing, elegant dress, keenly noticed their presence, spurred her horse forward, and softly inquired.

Her cultivation as a human immortal made her perception of her surroundings much sharper.

The twenty guards immediately became alert, placing their hands on their sword hilts and forming a defensive formation.

Su Yunbai waved his hand, indicating that nothing was wrong.