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Chapter 270 The Investiture of the Gods Reappears!

"These flies again!" Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and his figure blurred into thousands of incarnations.

"Idiot, protect Su Fan! Leave these bastards to me, Old Sun!"

Pigsy wielded his rake and stood guard at the edge of the formation:

"Don't worry, Monkey King, unless I, Old Pig, shed all this flesh, no one will get close!"

Lin Qingge sat cross-legged atop the temple, drawing upon the waters of the East Sea to create a continuous rain curtain, purifying the air polluted by the ravages of time.

In the center of the formation, Su Fan's face gradually turned pale.

Reshaping the Investiture of the Gods consumed not only divine power, but also the deduction of the Heavenly Dao.

He must recall his past life memories in his sea of ​​consciousness and piece together the divine titles, achievements, and true spiritual characteristics of each deity.

"The first one... the Great Emperor Ziwei of the Northern Pole!"

As Su Fan finished speaking, a wisp of purple aura appeared on the stone tablet.

"The second one... the Longevity Emperor of the Southern Antarctic!"

Golden light shimmered, and the faint cry of cranes echoed above Mount Tai.

One by one, the altars were lit up, and the scratches on the stone tablet were gradually covered by golden characters.

"Just one more thing... the most important stroke..."

Su Fan felt his consciousness becoming somewhat blurred.

He has already activated 360 righteous gods, but the core of the Investiture of the Gods, the one that can rule over all gods, has yet to take shape.

"Because this divine position is missing something."

A deep voice echoed within the temple.

Everyone was startled, and then an old man wearing a tattered Taoist robe and carrying a wooden sword emerged from the shadows.

He appeared somewhat dejected, yet his eyes held a desolate wisdom that seemed to have seen through the ages.

"Who are you?"

Sun Wukong pointed his staff at the old man, but even his fiery eyes couldn't see through the old man's true strength.

"Just a tomb keeper." The old man smiled bitterly and looked at Su Fan. "Young man, the top spot on the Investiture of the Gods wasn't bestowed, it was passed down through generations."

The old man took out a rusty copper coin from his pocket and threw it at Su Fan.

"This is the last treasure coin left behind by Jiang Shang. It carries the last trace of spirituality of the stars in the heavens. Catch it, and you will be the one to be conferred the title of god in this generation."

Su Fan reached out and took the copper coin.

Instantly, a tragic image of the fall of all gods flooded his mind.

He witnessed the collapse of the Southern Heavenly Gate and saw the gods sacrificing their true spirits to protect humanity and block the attack of the evil gods from beyond the realm.

In the dark ages before the mythological break, the bloodline of the Chinese people was preserved.

"So... the gods of China never left."

Su Fan murmured softly.

He slapped the copper coin into the core of the stone tablet.

In an instant, a beam of golden light burst forth from the top of Mount Tai, illuminating the entire sky of China as if it were daytime.

The night, which was originally pitch black, was suddenly filled with the sight of a golden sun rising.

"The Investiture of the Gods, reopened!"

Su Fan was bathed in rosy light, resembling a celestial emperor surveying the heavens.

The inscription on the stone tablet took shape completely, and the shattered sky began to rebuild itself.

The crowd could vaguely see that, far beyond the nine heavens, the outline of a magnificent southern heavenly gate was gradually becoming solid from its illusion.

The evil forces of time that attacked Mount Tai melted away like ice and snow under the golden light, emitting mournful cries, and disappeared into the depths of the void.

"It's a success..."

Lin Qingge sat down, exhausted, with a look of relief on her face.

But Su Fan did not relax. He looked up at the sky and sensed an even more terrifying aura reviving.

The old man looked at Su Fan and bowed slightly: "Jiang Cheng, the tomb keeper, greets the Envoy of the Conferred Gods."

Su Fan helped the old man up:

"Senior, thank you for guarding this Investiture of the Gods all this time."