Xiao Ning walked step by step to Blackwood Cliff, landing three feet in front of Dongfang Bai. He flicked his sleeve to support him and smiled.
"Uh... Xiaobai..."
Dongfang Bai's expression froze, and a thought flickered in his mind: Was the way the True Lord addressed him implying something?
Duan Lang: "Wow, is this the True Lord? He truly exudes an ethereal aura and possesses an extraordinary presence!"
Yang Guang: "Is this merely an avatar of the True Lord? I wonder what kind of strength it possesses?"
Xiao Feng: "Xiao Feng can tell that he is very strong, much stronger than me!"
Little Dragon Girl: "Wow, the True Lord is so handsome!"
Duan Lang: "@Yang Guang, Grandmaster realm, the same realm as me, but I can sense that a True Monarch could kill me with just one punch!"
Everyone was talking about Xiao Ning's arrival. As for the nickname "Little White," everyone ignored it. How dare they talk about the True Lord's private affairs? Were they courting death?
Xiao Ning smiled calmly, neither commenting nor denying the crowd's discussions. He took two steps, moved aside, and made room for them.
"Little Bai, let's perform the sacrificial ceremony to the heavens and confer the titles of gods first, lest we miss the appointed time!"
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Bai suppressed the romantic feelings in his heart and bowed, saying, "What the True Lord says is absolutely right!"
She turned around, facing the swarming crowd, her face instantly turning icy and exuding an air of authority.
"Bring forth the six sacrificial animals!"
She gave a soft shout and waved her hand, and the followers who were standing by carried up offerings of grains and livestock and placed them in front of the altar.
With a wave of his hand, Dongfang Bai took the Investiture of the Gods from his dantian. The list was dark yellow, resembling an imperial edict, nine feet long and five feet wide, and exuded a mysterious aura.
As soon as the Investiture of the Gods appeared, it seemed to possess sentience, floating onto the altar and hovering in mid-air, three feet off the ground, fluttering in the wind.
"All of you, follow me in this sacrifice to the heavens!"
Dongfang breathed a sigh of relief, flicked her clothes, and knelt down directly in front of the altar. The Sun Moon Cult members behind her also knelt down in unison.
"Heaven is above, earth is below!"
"The mortal Dongfang Bai, leading his followers, offered this prayer: 'I have obtained the Investiture of the Gods, and hereby confer upon all the gods the titles of General, Ruler of the Heavens, Chief of All Saints, Master of the Universe, Enlightenment of All Heavens, Practice of the Way of Heaven, Spread of the Virtue of Heaven, Creation of All Things, Salvation of All Beings, Balance of the Three Realms, and Rule of All Spirits. I am the Supreme God, Emperor of All Heavens!'"
"We now offer sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, hoping for their permission!"
Dongfang Bai raised his hands in a gesture of respect, his clear, cold voice echoing across the surrounding area.
After she finished speaking, she stopped and bowed, waiting.
Without her command, everyone behind her remained kneeling and dared not move.
Although the Investiture of the Gods that Dongfang Bai obtained was a simplified, low-martial-power version, it was still not something that a mere mortal at the Innate Realm could drive.
It requires gathering all people to perform sacrifices and using the power of faith to forcibly cultivate it in order to activate its deification function.
Fortunately, Dongfang Bai holds a high position in the Sun Moon Cult and can gather tens of thousands of people; otherwise, he would have had a headache trying to figure out how to gather so many people.
Of course, this is because the Investiture of the Gods has not yet been refined by Dongfang Bai, so the first Investiture of the Gods required the power of faith as a sacrifice, and it will not be so troublesome in the future.
"Yes, it'll be soon..."
In Xiao Ning's perception, as the ceremony began, specks of light rose from the hundreds of thousands of followers and were poured into the Investiture of the Gods on the altar.
Under the tempering of the power of faith, the floating Investiture of the Gods was gradually awakened with divine power, and the tempering was about to be completed.
After a while, a buzzing sound was heard, and the Investiture of the Gods floating on the altar seemed to come alive.
Ten thousand rays of light burst forth, soaring straight to the heavens, sweeping across the eight wastelands and six directions, spreading to every inch of the entire world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.
Hundreds of millions of tadpole-like runes appeared on the Investiture of the Gods, adding a touch of mystery to it.
"Buzz!"
The Investiture of the Gods seemed to stretch, leaping off the altar, shrinking several times in size, and then jumping into Dongfang Bai's arms.
"It's done!"
The moment Dongfang Bai obtained the Investiture of the Gods, she sensed that her soul essence was already bound to it.
As long as the Investiture of the Gods is not destroyed by human hands, even if someone kills someone, they can be brought back to life and resurrected by relying on the Investiture of the Gods.
Of course, this requires a massive amount of faith power.
In other words, is this already a different kind of immortality?
"So I am... already immortal and indestructible?"
At this moment, Dongfang Bai was completely dumbfounded.
Hearing her murmur, the chat group instantly erupted in excitement.
Duan Lang: "What? Did I hear that right? The Eastern Cult Leader is already immortal? I admit... I'm jealous!"
Yang Guang: "Even I'm jealous!"
Xiao Feng: "Congratulations, Leader Dongfang, your wish has come true!"
Little Dragon Girl: "Sister Dongfang is mighty! Sister Dongfang is the best!"
After nearly a year of arduous struggle, everyone had only taken the first step on the path to immortality, while the Eastern Cult Leader, who was also a member of the group, had already ascended to heaven in one step and directly achieved his goal.