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Thirty-three heavens away, in front of the Purple Cloud Palace.

The original Investiture of the Gods, which had been hanging quietly in mid-air, suddenly began to hum violently. The surface of the list shone with golden light, and the extremely dazzling Heavenly Dao runes flashed wildly.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Thousands of extremely disheveled true spirits, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale, violently crashed through the defensive barrier outside Zixiao Palace and plunged headlong into the Investiture of the Gods.

The scene was extremely comical.

What should have been a solemn ceremony, a slow selection process by the will of Heaven, and a process of following the karmic consequences of the great calamity, has now been forcibly packed up and crammed in by Lin Xuan using physical means, much like a clearance sale at a farmers' market.

On the Investiture of the Gods, one golden name after another appeared with remarkable smoothness.

The positions of the true gods, numbering three hundred and sixty-five, were filled instantly.

Deputy Gods, Star Lords, Thunder Department, Fire Department... all the important positions, along with those minor sea patrol yakshas and jinxes, were all crammed full.

Upon closer inspection, these names are remarkably uniform.

Taiyi Zhenren, Julusun, Medicine Buddha, Sunlight Bodhisattva, Moonlight Bodhisattva... they were all Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and the core elites of the Western Sect. There wasn't even a single name from the Jie Sect or a rogue cultivator.

This isn't a deification ceremony; it's practically a list of people to be sent to labor camps tailor-made for these two religions.

As the Investiture of the Gods was completely filled, the Heavenly Court's Immortal Transformation Pool also began to boil.

Extremely thin incense-infused divine power surged from the once-dry pool bottom.

One by one, extremely illusory and frail figures fell from mid-air into the pool like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, beginning to reshape their divine bodies.

Taiyi Zhenren was the first to climb out of the pool.

He touched his still bald head, feeling the extremely weak magical power within his body, which was even weaker than that of an Earth Immortal, and his old face instantly turned red.

He, a dignified disciple of one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and the beloved disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, had actually fallen to the point of relying on incense offerings to sustain his life!

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" Taiyi Zhenren roared in extreme anger.

He turned to look around and saw that Julusun, Medicine Buddha, and the others were also crawling out of the water in a very disheveled state. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with extreme humiliation.

"Let's go! To the Lingxiao Palace!" Medicine Buddha gritted his teeth in extreme resentment. "We are disciples of a sage. Even if we make it onto this worthless list, that brat Haotian will still have to treat us with respect! He should at least bestow upon us the title of Great Emperor!"

A group of people, shouting arrogantly, marched towards the Lingxiao Palace.

The pride inherent in them, that of disciples of a saint, did not diminish in the slightest, even though only their true spirit remained.

In their eyes, the Heavenly Court was a dilapidated place, and Haotian was just a gatekeeper who wouldn't dare to do anything to them.

However, when they arrogantly kicked open the dilapidated door of the Lingxiao Palace...

They were greeted by an extremely sharp black shadow that made a terrifying whooshing sound as it cut through the air!

“Pah!”

A crisp, loud explosion echoed throughout the Lingxiao Palace.

Taiyi Zhenren, who was at the forefront, didn't even have time to react before the dark figure struck him squarely on the bald head.

"ah--!"

Taiyi Zhenren let out an extremely shrill scream, his whole body spinning in mid-air like a top more than a dozen times, before crashing to the ground in a very disheveled state.

He clutched his head, writhing on the ground in pain; his divine body was nearly shattered by the blow.

That was an extreme, excruciating pain from the depths of the soul, specifically designed to suppress the power of the gods on the Investiture of the Gods list.

Everyone was stunned.

They looked up in utter shock at the center of the hall.

Haotian was wearing a patched-up nine-dragon imperial robe and holding a dark, unremarkable wooden whip in his hand.

His face, which was usually timid and submissive, was now adorned with an extremely perverse and arrogant maniacal laugh.

"What are you yelling about! Don't you know the rules!" Haotian arrogantly pointed his God-Slaying Whip at Taiyi Zhenren on the ground.

He was absolutely thrilled!

The pent-up frustration of tens of thousands of years was completely released the moment he grasped the God-Slaying Whip.

So what if they are disciples of a sage? Their lives are now entirely tied to the Investiture of the Gods, and the God-Slaying Whip is in Haotian's hands!

"Haotian! How dare you hit me?!" Taiyi Zhenren raised his head in utter humiliation, glaring angrily. "I am a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun..."

"Snapped!"

Haotian didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense. He lashed out with his whip again, striking Taiyi Zhenren's mouth with extreme precision.

He directly beat Taiyi Zhenren until his mouth was full of incense and his teeth were flying everywhere, and half of his face was swollen like a purplish-black steamed bun.

"Here, there are no Heavenly Venerables under my command, only my employees!"

Haotian laughed in an extremely perverse way. He picked up the God-Slaying Whip and walked step by step to the group of once high and mighty beings.

"Now, listen up to your work assignments!"

"Taiyi Zhenren, Julusun, go and clean those ten thousand public latrines outside the South Heavenly Gate! You won't be allowed to receive incense offerings until you've finished!"

"Medicine Buddha, you take the people of the Western Sect and go to the bottom of the Immortal Transformation Pool to dig out that poisonous silt that hasn't been cleaned for hundreds of thousands of years! Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll crush their soul!"

Haotian wielded the God-Slaying Whip with extreme skill, like an extremely ruthless contractor, assigning the dirtiest, smelliest, and most despicable jobs to the elites of the Chan and Xi sects.

Medicine Buddha and the others trembled with rage, but under the terrifying pressure of the God-Slaying Whip, they had no strength to resist whatsoever.

He could only lower his head in utter humiliation, accept the broken broom and slop bucket handed to him by the heavenly soldiers beside him, and be driven out of the Lingxiao Palace like a dog.

Just as these new employees of the Heavenly Court were starting their jobs in a very miserable manner.

Thirty-three heavens away, as the last name on the Investiture of the Gods list was filled, the Heavenly Dao program was forced into its final countdown.

At this moment, the secrets of the entire primordial world underwent an extremely terrifying upheaval.