The atmosphere in the venue was tense and oppressive. The doubts and dissatisfaction of the crowd gradually intensified. Finally, someone stood up and questioned whether Qin Ze had known about the spiritual energy revival all along.
The questioner was agitated and raised his voice. He asked with dissatisfaction, "Since the alliance leader already knew, why didn't he tell us sooner so we could be prepared?"
Facing the public's scrutiny, Qin Ze did not shy away from it. He nodded and responded frankly, "You're right, I already knew about this."
The man grew even angrier, and he said furiously, "Alliance Leader, why did you conceal this crucial news? It's already begun, don't you think you're being selfish?"
Qin Ze calmly looked at the person who had raised the doubt, his voice steady and firm: "Isn't it not too late to tell me now?"
The doubter's emotions were hard to calm, and his anger grew stronger. He said painfully, "Now that it has begun, doesn't the leader think he is being selfish?"
Qin Ze looked at the man quietly and asked, "What do you want?" His gaze was deep and cold, sending chills down one's spine.
The man said angrily, "I just want fairness!"
Qin Ze smiled faintly and casually waved his arm. The man was as if grabbed by an invisible hand and flung away like a ping-pong ball, crashing into the wall and then rolling down. His bones were shattered, a truly gruesome sight.
Everyone was shocked, exchanging bewildered glances, a sense of invisible pressure rising within them.
Looking at the once-peak Grandmaster lying on the ground, now severely injured, everyone felt an indescribable shock and fear. Qin Ze's strength had exceeded all their expectations; this wasn't a simple difference in skill, but an absolute crushing defeat in combat power.
Qin Ze surveyed the crowd with indifferent eyes, his voice calm and firm: "Now, does anyone still have a problem with me?" His words revealed an unwavering determination.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, a sense of indescribable oppression rising within them. No one dared to harbor the slightest doubt or dissatisfaction. Each of them silently acknowledged Qin Ze's authority, knowing full well that at this moment, any resistance would be futile.
Qin Ze nodded slightly and said with satisfaction, "Alright, now everyone can go and actively prepare to welcome the revival of spiritual energy."
Everyone left.
On their way away from the Qin family, although everyone appeared compliant on the surface, some harbored resentment and scheming in their hearts. They silently selected some like-minded companions and began plotting their future.
In a secluded corner, a cultivator whispered, "This spiritual energy revival presents an extraordinary opportunity. Whoever seizes the initiative will stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world!"
Another person chimed in, "If we can bring down Qin Ze, the alliance leader, we will definitely reap the greatest benefits."
One after another, the schemers revealed sinister smiles as they secretly established contact and planned how to make a name for themselves in the great wave of spiritual revival.
A female cultivator muttered, "Although Qin Ze is powerful, he is ultimately just one person. If we join forces, we can definitely drive him to a dead end!"
As the plan drew closer, those cultivators with ulterior motives clarified their goals: to seize spiritual energy, vie for opportunities, and oust Qin Ze from the core of power. Although they outwardly pretended to obey Qin Ze's leadership, in secret, a conspiracy had already begun to brew.
Zhang Tianshi from Longhu Mountain stayed behind. Qin Ze had specifically asked Zhang Tianshi to stay. Zhang Tianshi looked at Qin Ze with a puzzled expression.
Qin Ze asked, "Does Master Zhang know about the Investiture of the Gods?"
Master Zhang nodded: "I know a little, but the Investiture of the Gods is a legendary treasure!"
Qin Ze smiled faintly and casually summoned the Investiture of the Gods.
Zhang Tianshi was astonished when he saw the Investiture of the Gods: "This is! This power!"
Qin Ze slowly unfurled the Investiture of the Gods, allowing Zhang Tianshi to witness it up close. A look of shock flashed in Zhang Tianshi's eyes. He had spent his entire life exploring the mysteries of spiritual power, but the power he felt at this moment was completely unfamiliar to him. He could hardly contain his curiosity and excitement.
“This power… is extraordinary.” Zhang Tianshi finally expressed his inner feelings.
Qin Ze nodded, his tone indifferent: "This is the power of the Investiture of the Gods, and I have the right to control the Investiture of the Gods."
Zhang Tianshi was deeply shaken. Although he had always been the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, he now felt his own insignificance. The Investiture of the Gods was a legendary divine artifact, capable of recording all gods and powerful beings, and a tool for controlling the fate of the world.
Qin Ze stared intently at Zhang Tianshi, and an important question escaped his lips: "Is Zhang Tianshi willing to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods?"
Zhang Tianshi couldn't believe his ears. He stared blankly at Qin Ze, his lips trembling slightly, as if he couldn't believe it all, as if it were just an unbelievable dream. "I...I can do it too?" His voice trembled and was small.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Ze's lips. It was his encouragement to Zhang Tianshi and also his unwavering faith: "Zhang Tianshi, the Investiture of the Gods does not distinguish between noble and lowly, but only between aptitude and opportunity. If you are willing, then of course you can."
Zhang Tianshi's heart was pounding with excitement; he had never imagined that he would one day face such an opportunity. However, he no longer hesitated, for he knew this was a chance to change his destiny.
Qin Ze gently unfolded the Investiture of the Gods in his hand. The seemingly ordinary jade tablet now appeared exceptionally solemn. The Investiture of the Gods was covered with ancient runes and names, including those already engraved such as Shen Gongbao, Chu Muran, and Zhang Yuechen.
"Master Zhang, simply drop a drop of blood onto the Investiture of the Gods." Qin Ze's voice remained gentle.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Tianshi knew the importance of this moment. Perhaps some wandering immortals would worry about the constraints of ascending to the Investiture of the Gods, but as an ordinary mortal, he was already fortunate enough to embark on this extraordinary path. Without hesitation, he bit his finger, and the blood dripped onto the surface of the Investiture of the Gods.
A sacred light rose from the Investiture of the Gods, radiating an astonishing brilliance. The name of Zhang Tianshi was forever engraved on the Investiture of the Gods in an ancient and solemn manner.
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