The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

"Your humble servants pay homage to the Great Heavenly Venerable!"

Three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods bowed in unison, their voices converging into a torrent, as powerful as thunder.

"My beloved subjects, rise!"

The Jade Emperor's voice descended from the depths of the Nine Heavens, vast and distant, revealing no trace of joy or anger: "Now that the gods have returned to their positions, they should diligently perform their duties, maintain the operation of the Three Realms, and must not err."

"We, your humble servants, will humbly obey the teachings of the Great Heavenly Venerable!" the gods said in unison.

The Jade Emperor nodded slightly, his gaze sharp as lightning, slowly sweeping over the assembled gods in the hall, and spoke again:

"After the great calamity of the Lich King, the starry sky was damaged, and the stars in the heavens were out of order, causing the day and night to be disordered and the seasons to be out of balance."

Where is Doumu Yuanjun?

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly appeared in the queue.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit slowly stepped forward, offering only a slight bow, her demeanor aloof and cold: "Your subject is here!"

"You are now in charge of the Dipper Department; you must reopen the Great Celestial Array, organize the celestial constellations, and restore all the stars to their proper places!"

"Your subject will do his utmost."

The Golden Spirit Mother's voice was clear and melodious, and her expression was calm and serene.

She was originally the head of the four disciples under the Tongtian Sect Master of the Jie Sect, and her cultivation was unfathomable.

If she hadn't died during the Investiture of the Gods, given her background, she would never have been confined to the Heavenly Court to be conferred the title of a god.

That pride etched into his bones remained undiminished even after he became a sub-saint in the Heavenly Court.

The Jade Emperor didn't take it seriously and continued calling out names:

"The Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation through Thunderous Roar of the Nine Heavens!"

"Your subject is here!"

Wen Zhong left the class.

"You shall lead the twenty-four members of the Thunder Department, and shall bring forth clouds and rain, punish the traitors and eliminate the villains, without fail."

"Your subject obeys the decree!"

"Lord of Water Virtue!"

"Your subject is here!"

Lu Xiong is leaving the class.

"You are in charge of the water department; you should regulate the rain and nourish all things."

"Your subject obeys the decree!"

"Lord of Fire!"

……

One by one, names were sung out, and one by one, the righteous gods received their orders and departed.

Song Yijing stood at the end of the line, looking down at her nose and inward at her heart, as if she were invisible.

Standing to his left were two gods of ice melting and disintegration, Fei Lian and E Lai.

These two were originally famous treacherous ministers in the late Shang Dynasty. Fei Lian was good at running and E Lai was strong. Both were fierce generals under King Zhou.

Although he was deified after his death, he was given the unlucky position of "ice melts and collapses," which was in charge of the disintegration of human affairs.

It sounds impressive, but it's actually a tough job that nobody wants to be involved in, making him a close friend of Song Yi, the "jinx".

On the right are the Hooked Star Fei Zhong and the Curled Tongue Star You Hun.

These two are even more notorious; one is good at plotting, and the other is good at spreading slander.

The divine positions conferred upon the dead, one governing gossip and disputes, and the other governing disputes and entanglements, are neither honorable duties.

When the four of them saw him looking over, they all nodded slightly in greeting.

They're all minor, low-ranking talents, so no one should criticize anyone else.

Fei Zhong even leaned closer to him and lowered his voice, saying, "You were the head of the Song Family Manor outside Chaoge in your previous life? I've heard of you before. Since we'll be serving in the same Dou Department from now on, we should get to know each other better."

Song Yi nodded slightly in response.

After an unknown amount of time, the Jade Emperor's majestic voice once again resounded throughout the hall: "Now that all the gods have returned to their positions, they shall immediately assume their duties without fail!"

"As you command!"

The gods all accepted the command.

Then more than three hundred divine lights flew out from the Lingxiao Palace, some of which scattered into the Thirty-Three Heavens and rushed to the Thunder, Fire and Water departments.

Meanwhile, a vast array of stars from the Dipper constellation followed closely behind Doumu Yuanjun, the Golden Spirit Mother, and the Great Emperor Boyi Kao of the North Pole of the Central Heaven, breaking through the thirty-three heavens and heading straight for the vast starry sky.

Several hours later, the Star Lords finally arrived at that ancient and mysterious realm.

All around was absolute nothingness, endless and profoundly deep.

Looking out, countless stars of varying sizes are scattered in the depths of the void, emitting a dark and cold light, motionless, like a desolate graveyard.

Since the Lich Wars, the celestial bodies have lost their order, and the vast starry sky has become this desolate place.

Doumu Yuanjun stopped the cloud light, turned to face the star lords, and said coldly:

"Each of you should find your natal star and refine the Star-Suppressing Stone Tablet within it. After the eighty-four thousand evil stars have been completely deified, we shall jointly set up the Great Celestial Array and circulate throughout the heavens!"

"I will obey the decree!"

More than two hundred star lords answered the command in unison, and then transformed into streams of light, scattering in all directions and disappearing into the vast sea of ​​stars.

Song Yi also transformed into a beam of divine light and flew into the depths of the void.

He is now a seventh-rank deity in the Heavenly Court, blessed by the laws of the divine path, and his strength is comparable to that of celestial cultivators in the lower realm.

Moreover, as a star lord, he was like a fish in water in the vast starry sky, using the power of starlight to travel at a speed more than ten times that of ordinary celestial beings.

After flying for an unknown period of time, the surrounding stars became increasingly sparse and their light increasingly dim.

The void was so deep that it seemed to swallow even light.

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of intimacy welled up from the depths of my soul.

It was as if an invisible thread was guiding him toward a crucial place.

"That's it!"

Song Yi's gaze sharpened, and he saw a huge meteor slowly streaking across the deep void ahead.

It left a long, hazy trail in the darkness, resembling a giant broom, which looked particularly abrupt and desolate in the deathly silent starry sky.

"This is my natal star, the broom star!"

A flash of light, and Song Yi landed steadily on the planet's surface.

Beneath my feet lay a desolate, lifeless earth.

Looking around, all you see is dark red, stony soil, far harder than steel, yet exuding an aura of decay.

The ground was empty and desolate, with only a few huge black rocks scattered around. Further away, a hazy gray-red mist shrouded the area, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

As Song Yi was surveying this unfamiliar world, a hurricane about a hundred feet high suddenly swept up from the distant horizon.

The hurricane was not an ordinary airflow, but rather had an eerie gray-red color. Inside, countless faces could be seen twisting and roaring, emitting mournful howls, as if billions of remnant souls were wailing in the wind.

Song Yi felt a chill and flicked his finger.

A tiny golden ray, the size of a bean, flicked from the fingertip, growing rapidly in the wind, and in an instant transformed into a dazzling divine light, crashing straight into the hurricane.

boom!

The two collided and simultaneously vanished without a trace.

Wisps of grayish-red air drifted out of the void, like smoke and mist, slowly dissipating.

With a single gesture, Song Yi drew the wisp of grayish-red energy that had not been completely obliterated into his palm.

In an instant, a nauseating stench rushed to my head.

He clearly perceived within it: poverty, sorrow, decay, disaster, shame, cruelty, stench, pain...

This is not like the wind, but a manifestation of all the misfortunes in the world!

"I see..." A look of understanding flashed in Song Yi's eyes. "This is the aura of calamity. The reason why the broom star is regarded as a star of bad luck is precisely because it is the place where the aura of calamity in the world gathers."

He then composed himself and continued flying deeper into the planet.

Soon, a cluster of collapsed buildings came into view.

It seemed to be an ancient palace, its carved beams and painted rafters long since decayed, its broken walls and ruins reduced to dust by the erosion of time, exuding a desolate and ancient atmosphere.

After passing through the ruins, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A golden altar covering ten acres came into view, with a giant blue stone stele standing tall in the center.

The stone tablet, having endured countless years and covered in cracks, still exudes a powerful aura.