That sound!

Qin Ze was stunned. Wasn't that the voice of the woman from the pavilion in the lake?

"Who are you?!"

Qin Ze said coldly.

He was still somewhat wary of this suddenly appearing creature.

The guqin remained silent for a moment, then began to play again.

"I am a remnant of my soul remaining on the guqin, relying on it for survival!"

Qin Ze frowned.

How can I trust you!

The guqin remained silent for a moment, then spoke again: "You can make the guqin recognize you as its master. Once you become the master of the guqin, you will completely trust me!"

Qin Ze thought about it and agreed with Guqin's assessment.

Qin Ze gently picked up the ancient zither that exuded an ancient aura. He gently placed his palm on the body of the zither, and a drop of blood fell onto the string, seeping into the instrument.

Immediately afterwards, the guqin began to vibrate faintly, its strings emitting a soft green light that surged across the surface like waves. Qin Ze felt a mysterious power connect him, as if the guqin had recognized him as its master.

The small pavilion in the lake reappeared, and the woman sat there quietly, her eyes deep and clear like the lake water.

Moqin's voice was like a gentle breeze, soft and melodious. Her eyes held a faint sadness, as if she were reminiscing about the past.

"My name is Moqin, and I was the former owner of this zither. When I perished in the war between gods and demons, I attached a wisp of my remnant soul to this ancient zither."

Qin Ze asked, "Then you should be very familiar with this battlefield of gods and demons?"

Moqin nodded upon hearing this.

Qin Ze said, "Alright, I need to find something!"

"What is that?"

Qin Ze said, "The Investiture of the Gods!"

Mo Qin was stunned upon hearing this. She seemed to recall something terrifying, and her expression changed drastically.

"Why are you looking for the Investiture of the Gods?"

Seeing Mo Qin's expression, Qin Ze became curious about the role of the Investiture of the Gods and asked, "Does the Investiture of the Gods hold any secrets?"

"The Investiture of the Gods is not only an important treasure for bestowing titles upon gods, but also a powerful artifact for imprisoning souls. It can be said that once a person's soul is sealed within the Investiture of the Gods, that person is condemned to eternal servitude, stripped of freedom and consciousness. The power of the Investiture of the Gods comes from the imprisoned souls sealed within it; these souls are transformed into the words and symbols on the list, endowing it with immense magical power."

oh!

Qin Ze's eyes narrowed instantly.

If what Moqin said is true, then what is Shen Gongbao's real purpose in wanting to obtain the Investiture of the Gods?

Was it really just a simple matter of wanting to annoy Jiang Ziya?

However, regardless of the circumstances, since he knows that the Investiture of the Gods is so powerful, he must know about it.

Qin Ze's mood became calm and resolute. After careful consideration, he realized that having Mo Qin lead him into the battlefield of gods and demons to find the Investiture of the Gods was a wiser choice. Mo Qin nodded slightly, as if agreeing with his decision.

Guided by Moqin, Qin Ze began traversing the chaotic land of the battlefield between gods and demons.

Finally, they arrived at the center of the battlefield between gods and demons. There, countless stone statues of ancient demon gods stood, each radiating powerful divine energy, as if guarding some unknown secret. In the center of the ground was a huge circular platform, upon which rested a massive jade box—the very location of the legendary Investiture of the Gods.

Moqin gently reached out her hand towards the jade box and then stroked the surface of the box with her fingers.

Suddenly, the jade box emitted a faint light and then slowly opened.

The overall color of the Investiture of the Gods is deep black, and its surface is inlaid with dazzling gemstones, forming ancient rune patterns that shimmer like stars against the dark background.

The edges are carved with exquisite patterns of mythical beasts and deities, so lifelike that they seem to leap off the paper.

Qin Ze reached out and touched the Investiture of the Gods. Suddenly, his consciousness wavered, and the scene before him instantly changed. He found himself on an ancient battlefield, where sand and dust swirled, war drums clashed, and warriors fought bravely in a brutal battle.

Qin Ze looked up and found himself the general of this battle. He wore imposing armor, wielded a long spear that gleamed with a cold light, and rode a dragon-horse. The soldiers fought bravely, but the enemy was numerous, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Not only that, his own strength also disappeared, leaving him with only brute force.

Qin Ze looked at himself in confusion. Surrounded by this unfamiliar battlefield, he understood this must be a test from the Investiture of the Gods, but he didn't yet know the full details of the trial. At that moment, a soldier hurriedly approached, his face filled with tension and anxiety. He knelt on the ground and reported the battle situation to Qin Ze.

"General, a large force of foreign cavalry is rapidly approaching from the east side of the battlefield. We need your command to deal with this threat."

Faced with this sudden situation, Qin Ze nodded resolutely, took the battlefield map without hesitation, and carefully observed the troop distribution of both sides on the battlefield. He quickly thought things through and formulated a response plan. As a modern person, although he lacked military experience, he knew how to use wisdom and strategy to achieve victory.

Qin Ze raised his spear high, swung his arm, and loudly ordered his soldiers to adjust their formation, quickly building a solid defensive line. At the same time, he dispatched elite troops to the east to meet the foreign cavalry. He boosted morale, inspiring his soldiers to fight bravely, making every soldier understand that they were defending their homeland and protecting their loved ones.

As time passed, a dark cavalry-like light gradually appeared on the eastern horizon. Qin Ze could feel the ground trembling, and a powerful aura spread towards them.

To Qin Ze's astonishment, this group of foreigners were not human. They were tall, muscular, and exuded a beast-like aura. Their skin was bronze-colored, textured, and resilient. These beast-like foreigners wore no clothes; their exposed skin was covered with mysterious tattoos, seemingly representing their race and honor.