Chapter 913: Fuxi's Innate Eight Trigrams!

All day long, in nearly every single shop, the vast majority of patrons were engrossed in this newly released Investiture of the Gods.

By the dawn of the following day, the moment the doors swung open, a great throng of people streamed inside, eagerly seeking out seats while already impatiently discussing the new television drama with those beside them.

"Sister Su, did you finish watching Investiture of the Gods yesterday?" Song Qingfeng held a cup of cappuccino, and before he had even sat down, he began chatting with a familiar acquaintance seated not far away. "I just returned from the family estate and haven't had the chance to watch it yet. Is it actually any good?"

"Yesterday it had only just reached the point where the Shang Dynasty's court was falling into utter corruption. Heavens, you have no idea how formidable that Yin Shang Empire truly is. Do you remember Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King? The great grand marshal who led the celestial troops to besiege the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit in the early parts of Journey to the West, and who later helped the Great Sage quite a few times." Su Tianji remarked, "In this Investiture of the Gods, he is actually serving as an official under this Yin Shang, and amazingly, he is merely a garrison commander!"

"What in the world?!" Song Qingfeng, who was just about to open the Investiture of the Gods, could not help but be taken aback. "Then what kind of person is the emperor?! Could he possibly be the Jade Emperor himself?"

"That does not seem to be the case," Su Tianji replied.

"I wonder if this Yin Shang Empire might have other, even more formidable immortals serving in its court?" Shen Qingqing, who sat nearby, interjected. "Look at how powerful Goddess Nuwa is. Yet, even when he wrote that lewd poem right to her face, on the surface, she did not dare to touch a single hair on King Zhou's head."

"What...? Isn't Nuwa an ancient saint? The one who mended the heavens...? In Journey to the West, even a mere minor Dragon King of the Jing River dared to demand the mortal emperor's life."

"Then who is the most powerful figure within this current Yin Shang Empire? Could there truly be someone more formidable than Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King?"

"That remains unknown. Currently, among the military commanders, there is Huang Feihu, the Prince of Wucheng, who I don't believe appeared in Journey to the West? And there is also Grand Preceptor Wen, who is away quelling rebellions."

"Oh? Were there such people in Journey to the West? Can they really be more formidable than Heavenly King Li?" After all, Song Qingfeng and the others had only ever watched Journey to the West, and they knew the immortals within it each possessed wondrous, great powers.

"Let's stop chatting for now, I'm going to start watching!" Seeing that Investiture of the Gods had already begun playing on the screen, Shen Qingqing could hardly contain her eagerness to uncover the answers to these mysteries.

Hearing her words, everyone around quickly brought their conversations to a close and entered into that magnificent and miraculous ancient world of myth within the television drama.

"Qingqing, shall we watch together?" Su Tianji and the others also quickly donned their virtual headsets, beginning to watch the freshly updated episodes of Investiture of the Gods.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That thing called the Burning Pillar was simply terrifying; it nearly gave me nightmares last night."

Having learned from their past experience, the group of girls began forming a large party together, lest that Su Daji invent some even more horrifying form of punishment.

"What on earth is that...?!" Only Song Qingfeng, who had not watched the previous day, looked at the others with a face full of utter bewilderment.

...

At this moment, the ground beneath their feet was the land of the Kunlun Mountains, where ten thousand years of black ice lay beneath pristine, white snow. The topography here was entirely different from the Kunlun they had seen later in Legend of Sword and Fairy; auspicious clouds and mist meandered, purple haze sublimated, and ten thousand beams of celestial light shot forth from the immortal palace at the very center... upon the Qilin Cliff,

it was an immortal vista that defied any description in words.

Following the view into the palace hall, they beheld Yuanshi Tianzun sitting in quiet meditation upon the Nine-Dragon Cloud-Radiance Throne.

This immortal, whom they had never before encountered, did not even display a single hint of a stern or solemn expression, yet he gave them an indescribable, unfathomable feeling, causing a profound sense of awe to arise involuntarily within their hearts.

This feeling was even superior to that which they had felt before the Patriarch Subhuti of the Square Inch Mountain of the Spiritual Terrace.

"Just what kind of immortal... is this?!" Su Tianji felt this most profoundly. One had to remember that at the Square Inch Mountain of the Spiritual Terrace, she had merely learned a single technique of Palm Lightning, which allowed her, with the cultivation of a mortal, to contend against a true immortal!

Yet this aged immortal gave her a mysterious sense of awe that was actually far greater than that of Patriarch Subhuti?!

She found it difficult to even conceive what kind of realm such an immortal had attained.

"Master, just what kind of immortal is this Yuanshi Tianzun...?" Fenghua and Yuexin, along with Shen Qingqing and Xu Zixin who were watching with them, could not help but assume expressions of deep, reflective dread as the implications dawned upon them.

And what surprised them even more was...

"To think that ranking alongside this Yuanshi Tianzun, there are actually two other sects?!"

This was simply too staggering to imagine. It was as though one had beheld a mountain whose peak was entirely lost from view, and standing before that majestic peak, one felt as minuscule as a speck of dust, believing it to be the highest mountain in the world, only to discover that behind it lay more than one peak that rose even higher!

"Look, they are about to send that Jiang Shang down the mountain to invest the gods!" The crowd watched with boundless excitement. Investing gods... it was truly hard to believe that in this ancient land of Huaxia, there could be such unimaginable occurrences!

...

Upon the Kunlun Mountains, all was serene and harmonious, yet at this moment, the mortal realm had already begun to manifest signs of great chaos.

"This King Zhou actually executed two of the Great Grand Dukes in succession... half of the four Great Grand Dukes gone just like that...?"

"This Grand Duke of the West, Ji Chang, also seems to be in perilous danger...!"

At this point, they watched as the Grand Duke of the West, Ji Chang, cast several divinations for himself before his departure. The hexagrams revealed that the Shang Dynasty's reign had no more than twenty-eight years remaining, and that the two treacherous officials, Fei Zhong and You Hun, would come to a miserable end, whereas he himself would die peacefully of old age.

"Is this... accurate or not?!" The crowd could not help but exchange glances. It would have been fine if this divination had remained unspoken, but who could have known it would be overheard by those two treacherous officials, Fei Zhong and You Hun? The onlookers could not help but feel filled with anxious dread.

One must know that in matters of divination, nothing is more taboo than leaking the secrets of heaven, let alone when facing this King Zhou, who had already slain two Great Grand Dukes in a row.

They followed his journey from when King Wen was imprisoned in Youli, confined within a jail cell, where he deduced the sixty-four primordial hexagrams from the eight primordial trigrams, and saw that he was indeed later released to return home in glory... only for King Zhou to regret his decision and wish to put him to death once more, a series of ups and downs that was simply thrilling and breathtaking to behold.

They saw that at Lintong Pass, the pursuing troops stretched across vast fields, their killing intent like roaring thunder. Seeing that he was already at the border of the Western Zhou, yet everything was still on the verge of falling apart at the final moment, a figure descended from the heavens, wind and thunder unfolding beneath his wings, blocking the path before the vanguard of ten thousand troops!

His eyes were like copper bells, flashing with thunderous light; it was precisely, "The two wings of wind and thunder open the primordial generation, and a thousand transformations give rise to the posterity!"

"Lei Zhenzi! Oh my heavens—!" Connecting this back to the previous foreshadowing where the Grand Duke of the West, Ji Chang, had rescued an abandoned infant in the midst of a thunderstorm, everyone at this moment could not help but cry out in excitement.

"This King Zhou truly failed to kill him, oh my heavens... the prediction was absolutely accurate!"

"As your master, I must watch that Fuxi Eight Trigrams once more, it is simply too incredible... to think it could predict things so accurately even under such circumstances!"

Su Tianji said hurriedly.

Having spoken, she began to replay the Investiture of the Gods for a second time.

And at this moment, many people also turned back, gazing at that profoundly mysterious and boundless pattern of the Eight Trigrams, their eyes becoming incomparably burning and intense.

Particularly cultivators like Fairy Qingyun, who specialized in divinatory arts and numbers, she quickly turned back to watch it once more: "The Fuxi Primordial Eight Trigrams... Fuxi...?!"

She was suddenly startled, her eyes widening abruptly: "Does that not mean that this legendary land of Huaxia is the very origin of all divination and the arts of changes?!"

To think that even a seemingly frail and weak mortal lord could possess something so terrifying?!