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The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

This main hall had previously been vandalized by the Lin family's mischievous children, who dug at the floor tiles, pulled out the beads, and even chopped up the dragon throne for firewood.

Haotian had finally managed to save up some money and bought a few low-grade bluestone slabs to make do with leveling the ground. He was slumped in a broken wooden chair he had found on the spot, frowning as he calculated the incense offerings for next month. In the desolate hall, he couldn't even afford to hire a fairy to serve tea and water.

Suddenly, Haotian's heart skipped a beat!

An extremely clear sense of the Heavenly Dao crashed into his mind. It was a message coming from the Purple Cloud Palace [the official Investiture of the Gods] beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens!

"Maitreya, a direct disciple of the Western Sect, has had his true spirit inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods!"

Upon hearing those words, Haotian's first reaction was to shudder violently, his legs nearly giving way and causing him to slip off the broken chair and fall to the ground. He gripped the back of the chair tightly with both hands, his mind a complete mess.

What's going on? The future successor of the Western Sect, the precious son of the Sage Zhunti, is actually dead? And he's become the first righteous god on Lao Tzu's Investiture of the Gods list?

"It's all over! If that old bald monk Zhunti finds out his disciple is working for me, he'll definitely tear down the last four pillars of my Lingxiao Palace!" Haotian was terrified, his face pale and his mouth trembling. As a puppet emperor who relied entirely on Hongjun for his livelihood, he usually had to smile obsequiously at the disciples of sages, how could he dare to discipline such a high-ranking second-generation rich kid?

But then he thought about it again, and his mind suddenly took a turn.

That's not right! Once you're on the Investiture of the Gods, you're part of the Heavenly Dao's organization! True spirits are subject to the Heavenly Dao's control, and are even directly subordinate to Laozi, the Heavenly Emperor! No matter how powerful Zhunti is, would he dare to go to the Heavenly Court to tear up the Investiture of the Gods? That would be a direct slap in the face to Hongjun Daozu!

"I'm not afraid of anything!"

Haotian slapped his thigh and jumped up from the broken chair. He stared at the empty Lingxiao Palace, his previous fear completely gone, replaced by an extreme, perverse ecstasy that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years and was now being released.

"Hahaha! My damned Heavenly Court has finally found a decent source of labor!" Haotian, hands on his hips, threw his head back and let out an extremely unrestrained laugh, his voice echoing throughout the drafty hall. "Maitreya, is it? The Future Buddha, is it? Now that you've fallen into my hands, even if you're a dragon crossing the river, you'll have to be coiled up like an eel! Zhunti, you've finally met your match!"

Meanwhile, on the sacrificial altar deepest within the Netherworld.

Lin Xuan stood on the hundred-zhang-high obsidian platform of the Blood Sea, patting the dust off his hands with extreme satisfaction. Watching Maitreya's golden light shoot straight towards Zixiao Palace, he felt extremely pleased.

He turned around and casually waved his hand. The Great Perfection of Creation Laws circulated, reassembling the pile of remnants of the [Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods] in his hand. A pure stream of primordial essence was injected into it, and the tattered scroll was instantly transformed, emitting an extremely concealed yet domineering devouring black light.

"Wu Tian, ​​come up and take the job!" Lin Xuan shouted.

The Demon Lord Wutian, standing below the stage, immediately leaped to the ground, transforming into a wisp of black mist and landing steadily in front of Lin Xuan. He knelt on one knee, raising his hands respectfully above his head: "My lord, please tell me your orders. Even if you asked me to strip that old bald monk Zhunti of his robes, I wouldn't bat an eye!"

Lin Xuan grinned and, with an air of nonchalance, tossed the modified version of the "Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods" into Wutian's hands.

"I don't want his cassock, I want him to be childless and without descendants." Lin Xuan took a step closer, his voice low but filled with a chilling calculation.

"Now that you've reshaped your demonic body and have the top-grade Sky-Covering Cloak for cover, even saints can't see through your origins. I'm going to set you a new, despicable KPI. You'll personally travel to Xiniu Hezhou and the area around Kunlun Mountain to keep a close watch on those lone disciples of the Western Sect and the Chan Sect."

Lin Xuan patted Wutian on the shoulder and continued his instructions: "Anyone below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, kill them all! After you're done, extract all their true spirits, stuff them into this scroll, and take them back to the Underworld. I'm going to line up here on this Immortal Sending Sacrifice Platform to give them a 'free listing' service! Isn't Hongjun short of people? I'll fill him up to the brim!"

Upon hearing this extremely heinous plan, Wutian's dark eyes flashed with a cruel, demonic light.

"Killing people and extracting their souls, then forcibly sending them to the list! This trick of using someone else to kill is a million times more ruthless than our Asura Demonic Path!" Wutian was so excited that he trembled all over. This job was exactly what he wanted. Being able to personally send those hypocrites from the Western Sect, who were full of benevolence and morality, to the Heavenly Court to be slaves was more satisfying than killing him.

"Your subordinate obeys! Master, just watch, I guarantee I'll strip those two families bare!" Wutian decisively stuffed the scroll into his robes, his black cloak billowing around him, and he transformed into a cloud of extremely concealed black mist, disappearing directly into the depths of the underworld.

Lin Xuan stretched contentedly, preparing to return to the Pangu Palace for a nap. His extremely vast quasi-saint peak divine sense was casually released, sweeping across the underworld and directly onto a bustling construction site outside the Great Shang Dynasty's Chaoge City.

That place is the "Chaoge Highway No. 1" that Jiang Ziya was in charge of building.

At this moment, Jiang Ziya was squatting by the roadside, holding a very familiar broken wooden stick in his hand, and was compacting the gravel on the roadbed with a look of disgust on his face.