The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

"Bai Jian!"

"By the decree of the Supreme Primordial Beginning, you, who once served as the Grand Commander of the Yellow Emperor, fought against Chiyou and achieved great merit, unfortunately perished in the North Sea, sacrificing your life for your country with commendable loyalty. Now, you are hereby appointed as the leader of the Three Realms, one of the 365 Pure and Blessed Gods of the Eight Divisions. Obey this decree!"

Bai Jian emerged gracefully and knelt before the platform.

In an instant, a golden light descended from the Investiture of the Gods and enveloped him.

The previously fragmented soul immediately condensed into a form at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Yin energy emanating from its body completely dissipated, replaced by a transcendent and blissful aura.

"Your subject, Bai Jian, thanks the Heavenly Venerable for his grace and the Prime Minister for his guidance!"

Bai Jian kowtowed to express his gratitude, then stood up and stood to the side of the platform.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ziya read aloud again:

"By the decree of the Supreme Primordial Lord, you, Huang Tianhua, for your youthful loyalty to the country, for your first great achievement after descending the mountain, and for your filial piety in saving your father; having not yet received any honors, you sacrificed your life on the battlefield, and should be treated with the utmost respect. Therefore, you are hereby appointed as the Lord Bingling, the Righteous God of the Three Mountains!"

A majestic spirit emerged in response, knelt in gratitude, and stood beneath Bai Jian.

"By the decree of the Supreme Primordial Beginning, you, Wen Zhong, though destined for the Great Luo, have no chance to attain it. You hold the highest rank among ministers, serving two dynasties with utmost loyalty and integrity. Though this was due to the vicissitudes of fate, your steadfastness and loyalty are truly admirable. Therefore, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation and Responding to the Origin of Thunder, leading the twenty-four members of the Thunder Department, commanding clouds and rain, and protecting the Dharma. You are hereby granted the authority to carry out your duties. Obey with reverence!"

A majestic old man flew out, his hair and beard were all white, and his three eyes flashed with lightning.

He stepped forward slowly, his expression somber, seemingly both unwilling and relieved, before finally accepting the divine position with clasped hands.

Then, the titles were recited in a flowing stream: Luo Xuan was appointed Fire Virtue Star Lord, Lu Xiong was appointed Water Virtue Star Lord, Chong Heihu was appointed Southern Mountain Emperor, and the twenty-four under Wen Zhong were appointed as Thunder Department Gods...

In an instant, the Investiture Platform was filled with divine might and radiant light.

"Song Yi!"

When Jiang Ziya read this name, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

When I returned from studying at Yuxu Palace, I was down on my luck and destitute. Only this sworn brother never looked down on me and helped me with everything he had, even more so than my own flesh and blood. I always believed that he had a grand vision in his heart and that one day he would be able to realize his ambitions.

Now that we meet again, we are separated by the divide between the living and the dead, by the realms of Yin and Yang.

Although he was granted the title of Star Lord and immortality, he was also bound by shackles and could never be freed.

He sighed inwardly, then loudly proclaimed the imperial edict, his voice resounding throughout the land:

"By order of the Supreme Primordial Lord, you, a wealthy man from Chaoge, who was known for your philanthropy, perished while transporting medicinal herbs. Although your death was not in battle, it was due to your righteous act."

"I hereby appoint you as the Broom Star Lord, in charge of dispelling evil and sweeping away filth from the world. You shall be subordinate to the Dipper Department and shall bestow favors upon you as appropriate. You shall obey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hazy starlight shot out from the Investiture of the Gods and pierced straight into Song Yi's brow.

boom!

Song Yi felt enveloped by a tremendous power, and the feeling of weakness and helplessness he had felt, like a piece of duckweed, vanished.

The originally illusory and ethereal soul body condensed and solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First came the blurry outline, then the clear limbs and bones, and finally even the finest hairs were lifelike.

Although it is not a true flesh and blood body, its solid texture and ever-flowing vitality are almost indistinguishable from a physical body.

Moreover, he had somehow changed into a gray-blue divine robe, wore a star crown, and held a three-foot-long bamboo-handled broom in his hand.

"A golden statue of Buddha!"

Suddenly, a thought popped into Song Yi's mind.

He suppressed his joy and bowed deeply to Jiang Ziya on the altar: "This humble god thanks the Prime Minister for the grace of bestowing the title upon me! Thanks to the Heavenly Venerable for the virtue of granting me this position!"

Jiang Ziya nodded slightly, exchanged a glance with Song Yi for a moment, his expression still somewhat complicated, but he still composed himself and continued to recite the last few divine titles.

"The investiture of the gods is complete. All gods shall immediately proceed to the Lingxiao Palace in Heaven to report on their duties, each fulfilling their responsibilities without fail!"

At Jiang Ziya's command, more than three hundred divine lights shot into the sky, piercing the heavens like rivers flowing into the sea, heading straight for the thirty-third heaven.

Song Yi gripped the broom tightly, feeling an invisible force pulling him up into the air against his will.

Looking back.

As the Fengshen Platform shrank in the field of vision, Qishan became a black dot, and the outline of the Southern Continent unfolded under the clouds, like an ink wash painting.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, at the end of the sea of ​​clouds ahead, a majestic gate suddenly appeared standing in the sky.

With blue tiles and jade beams, the roof gleams with a warm luster under the glow of the sunset.

Thousands of auspicious wisps of mist, shaped like jewels, hung down from the gate, like a celestial river pouring down, enveloping the entire entrance in auspiciousness.

Above the gate, a gilded plaque hangs high, with the three large characters "Nantianmen" radiating billions of golden rays that illuminate the heavens.

Following behind the gods, Song Yi looked up at the three words and felt a slight stinging pain in his eyes.

This is the South Heavenly Gate.

The gates of Heaven, passed down by word of mouth by countless mortals, yet never seen in their lifetime.

The gods passed through the South Heavenly Gate, and a bright and clear view suddenly appeared before them.

But then one could see that the heavenly palaces stretched endlessly, with golden halls and jade towers rising one after another, reaching deep into the clouds.

Divine herbs and medicines are planted everywhere in the Jade Garden, and the sage ginseng and golden crow roam among them. White cranes and auspicious clouds swirl around, creating an indescribable atmosphere of a celestial realm.

However, this vast heavenly court appeared rather deserted.

Only a few fairy maidens carrying jade plates travel through the clouds, and occasionally a powerful man rides the clouds by, but they are always in a hurry.

Those palaces and pavilions that should have been bustling with activity were mostly empty and deserted.

He thought about it for a moment and then he understood.

Before the Investiture of the Gods, the Heavenly Court was indeed short-staffed.

Although the Jade Emperor possessed unparalleled cultivation, he was truly a lone commander in name only.

Otherwise, the Chan and Jie sects would not have been involved in this tragic calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, in order to fill the divine positions in the Heavenly Court.

Song Yi withdrew his gaze and continued flying upwards with the gods until they reached the end of the thirty-third heaven.

A magnificent palace stands tall in the sky.

It was the Lingxiao Palace.

A thousand-foot-long white jade staircase descends from in front of the palace, resembling an inverted Milky Way.

At the end of the cloud-covered steps, the magnificent Golden Palace unfolds, with nine dragons coiled around pillars and phoenixes dancing in the heavens.

Inside the hall, the Supreme Sage of the High Heaven, the Greatly Compassionate and Benevolent Jade Emperor, the Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the Mysterious Firmament Supreme God, sat solemnly on his throne, his appearance dignified, his body exceeding 99,999 feet, with the stars of the heavens revolving around him, like fireflies surrounding the moon.

Behind them, a vast golden wheel of merit emitted immeasurable divine light, illuminating the thirty-three heavens and reflecting the entire world.

This is the Dharma form of the Heavenly Emperor, blessed by the power of the Heavenly Dao. It is boundless, immeasurable, supreme, and magnificent. Just one glance is enough to make one want to prostrate oneself in worship and feel boundless awe.

More than three hundred newly appointed Zhou Tian Zheng Shen (Gods of Heaven) stood in silent rows according to their divine rank and status.

Song Yi stood at the very end of the line, surrounded by a dense array of divine figures.

He was merely a minor seventh-rank deity, only slightly higher in rank than the mountain gods, land gods, and dragon kings of the Jianghu scattered throughout the mortal realm.

At such a grand celestial assembly, there was naturally no chance to show one's face, and one could not even clearly see the Jade Emperor's face; one could only look up at his boundless majesty.