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Jiang Wang held the Kongtong Seal in his palm, speaking leisurely, "A supreme treasure of humanity, controlling the fortune of the human race, enough to break the shackles of the Investiture of the Gods."

If you are willing to believe in me, I will help you regain your freedom.

After saying that, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly stood up. His aura changed drastically. The original immortal aura dissipated and was replaced by a righteous and awe-inspiring aura, just like the ancestor of the human race.

He stared at Yin Shou and said, word by word, "I, Jiang Wang, faked my death to escape and slaughtered four million immortal-level experts in the Three Realms, all to pave the way for the human race."

If you help me, I will give you your freedom!

Upon hearing this, Yin Shou's body trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He never imagined that the person before him was Jiang Wang, who had single-handedly stirred up the Three Realms! He remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh and saying in a deep voice, "Since Fellow Daoist Jiang has this intention, I, Yin Shou, am willing to follow you!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang nodded, held the Kongtong Seal in his hand, and chanted a spell in a low voice.

Inside the stone chamber, the power of humanity suddenly surged, transforming into golden light that enveloped Yin Shou.

Jiang Wang's voice was deep and solemn: "Using the supreme treasure of humanity, I hereby appoint Yin Shou as the King of Humanity, to control the destiny of the human race, and to break the shackles of the Investiture of the Gods!"

A brilliant golden light shone forth, and Yin Shou felt a warm current surge within his body. The constraints of the Investiture of the Gods melted away like ice and snow, and a faint aura of kingship gradually enveloped his body.

He suddenly opened his eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of freedom. A flash of excitement crossed his eyes as he bowed deeply to Jiang Wang: "Thank you, fellow Daoist! I will never refuse any request you may give me in the future!"

Meanwhile, inside the Fire Cloud Cave, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors gathered together, each with a solemn expression.

Fuxi frowned and said, "Jiang Wang used the Kongtong Seal to appoint Yin Shou as the King of the People. What is the meaning of this? Yin Shou is a foolish and incompetent ruler who has brought about the downfall of his country. How can he be worthy of the position of King? Could it be... that Heaven is plotting something?"

The Yellow Emperor said in a deep voice, "The position of the human king is no small matter. Jiang Wang's actions are likely to stir up the fortunes of the three realms, and we are powerless to stop him."

The emperors remained silent, their eyes filled with worry.

Heavenly Court, Hall of Conferred Gods.

Dark clouds gathered above the palace, and thunder roared, as if the heavens were enraged.

The guard rushed into the Lingxiao Palace in a panic and knelt down: "Your Majesty! There are strange occurrences in the Investiture of the Gods! Under the position of the Heavenly Star God, the name and spirit of Yin Shou... have all vanished!"

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor's expression changed drastically. He abruptly stood up, and the Haotian Bell in his hand rang three times, causing the entire Heavenly Court to tremble.

The immortals were alarmed and all looked up at the Jade Emperor.

His face was ashen, and he said in a low voice, "The divine position is vacant, and the Heavenly Court's fortune is dissipating... Quickly find Jiang Ziya! Only he can fill the vacancy!"

However, Jiang Ziya disappeared after the Investiture of the Gods, and his whereabouts were nowhere to be found even after searching the Three Realms.

The Jade Emperor was anxious, but he forced himself to remain calm and waved his hand, saying, "Search with all your might, there must be no mistakes!"

The immortals received the order and withdrew, leaving only the Jade Emperor in the hall. He gazed into the distance with a gloomy look and murmured, "Jiang Wang... what exactly do you intend to do?"

In the hidden realm, Jiang Wang was preparing to abolish Yin Shou's position as King when a crisp notification sound rang in his ears: "Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission 'Leaving a Vacancies in the Heavenly Court'. Reward: Eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and one chance to draw experience points!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang's eyes flashed with wild joy, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he whispered, "The Heavenly Court, the Investiture of the Gods... are nothing more than pawns on a chessboard."

He looked up at Yin Shou, his gaze deep, as if he could already see the future changes in the Three Realms.

Jiang Wang sat upright on a blue stone in a secluded valley outside Chang'an City. Mist swirled around him, and dappled sunlight filtered through the branches of ancient pines, casting a faint golden glow on the hem of his snow-white robes.

His gaze was distant, as if piercing through mountains and rivers, reaching the ethereal end of the Heavenly Dao.

The first seven cycles of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique had already flowed freely within his body, each cycle like the movement of a galaxy, vast and profound. However, the ninety million experience points required for the eighth cycle were like a towering mountain, blocking his way.

At this moment, his experience points were only 13.88 million, which was 76.12 million short of his target.

This number weighed heavily on his mind, like a boulder that would require two super draws to fill, and each draw would require completing five arduous tasks bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.

He closed his eyes slightly, his true essence flowing slowly within his body, his aura merging with the gentle breeze of the valley.

If one can master the eighth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, one can then seclude oneself for twenty years to accumulate a billion years' worth of cultivation.

At that time, he will prove the Dao with force and combine it with the laws to prove the Dao, attempting to surpass Pangu who created the world and achieve the supreme Dao.

Jiang Wang never concealed his ambition. He not only wanted to stand at the pinnacle of the Three Realms, but also to secure endless fortune for the human race and lay a foundation for eternity.

The entrance to the small world of Shouyang Mountain has been showing unusual activity lately, and he sensed that it was a sign of the rise of human fortune.

Therefore, he set his sights on the Tang Dynasty and decided to search for eight hundred mortals with cultivation aptitude in Chang'an, intending to cultivate hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of immortal-level experts over several decades, and build an immortal monument for the human race.

In Chang'an, Jiang Wang, disguised as a man in a green robe, walked through the bustling streets.

The streets were bustling with activity, the cries of vendors and the laughter of children blending together, and the streets of Zhuque were teeming with carriages and horses, displaying the grandeur of a prosperous era.

He stopped at a teahouse, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, secretly using his divine sense to probe for the spiritual light hidden among the mortals.

The eight hundred people were not chosen randomly; he wanted those with exceptional talent and extraordinary comprehension.

Inside the teahouse, a young man in blue robes was reciting poetry with his head down. His brows were full of heroic spirit, and his brush moved across the paper, the characters flowing like dragons and snakes.

Jiang Wang's mind stirred, and he recognized the person as Li Bai. The name of the Poet Immortal had not yet spread, but his spiritual aura was already dazzling.

He then looked at the middle-aged man beside him. His face was calm and his demeanor was extraordinary. He was Guo Ziyi, a famous general of the Tang Dynasty. Although he was not on the battlefield, he had a faint aura of killing intent.

Finally, his gaze fell on a scholar in plain clothes. The man had a thin face and melancholy eyes. It was Du Fu, whose poems already showed a sense of compassion for humanity.

Jiang Wang secretly decided that these three people were all very talented and could become his personal disciples.

He did not rush to reveal himself, but continued to wander around Chang'an, observing in secret and selecting the rest of the people.

The list of eight hundred people gradually took shape, and each name carried his hopes for the future of humanity.

However, his true identity is known only to four people—his four closest confidants who are sworn to protect his secret to the death.

Meanwhile, in the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun sat cross-legged on the Chaos Green Lotus, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

He recently noticed something unusual about the fortunes of the Three Realms, with strange phenomena frequently appearing in relation to the new human king, and the name of Emperor Zhou of Shang mysteriously disappearing from the Investiture of the Gods.

He harbored doubts and tried to deduce the secrets of heaven, only to find that the secrets of heaven were chaotic, as if they were obscured by an invisible force.

Hongjun frowned, made a calculation with his fingers, and vaguely pointed to the Fire Cloud Cave and the Kongtong Seal.

He immediately got up and went to Huoyun Cave to investigate, but found nothing.

Upon returning to Zixiao Palace, his mind raced, and he suddenly remembered that Jiang Wangsheng had used his supreme divine power to copy innate treasures, among which was the shadow of the Kongtong Seal.

Could it be that Jiang Wang entrusted this treasure to someone else before his death? As soon as this thought arose, Hongjun's heart trembled. The Kongtong Seal was a treasure of human destiny. If it fell into the hands of others, it would likely become a great calamity for the Heavenly Court.

He immediately transmitted his voice, summoning Yuanshi Tianzun to Zixiao Palace to discuss important matters. Yuanshi Tianzun was resting with his eyes closed in Yuxu Palace when he suddenly heard Hongjun's voice transmission, and his expression changed slightly.

He assumed the summons was for the reward of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and felt a slight sense of anticipation.

Before departing, he summoned his eight Golden Immortals and instructed them to descend to the mortal realm to assist the small country in resisting the Tang army's advance, but they were not to kill mortals indiscriminately, lest they disrupt the will of Heaven.

The eight Golden Immortals received the order and, after discussion, decided to go to Baoxiang Kingdom to set up an array and secretly plot their scheme.

Guang Chengzi stood in the crowd with a smile on his face, but said to his senior brother Chi Jingzi in a sarcastic tone: "Senior brother, this time going down to the mortal world will probably require a lot of effort. The Tang Dynasty is at its peak, and we old bones should not lose face."

Upon hearing this, Chi Jingzi snorted coldly, ignored him, and transformed into golden light to escape.

On the other side, Laozi arrived at Shouyang Mountain, his brows furrowed.

He was ordered by Laozi to find the whereabouts of Grand Master Xuandu, but he discovered that the entrance to the small world of Shouyang Mountain had been altered and could not be opened by ordinary means.

He took out the Taiqing Treasure Flag, waved it gently, and a blue light flowed on the flag, slowly revealing the entrance.

Grand Master Xuandu emerged from within, his expression complex, and reported to Laozi: "Master, the three thousand sages of the human race escaped their predicament decades ago and all surrendered to the Tang Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Laozi's gaze sharpened, and he understood the reason for the Tang Dynasty's rapid expansion.

With the sages of humanity freed from their predicament and the convergence of fortunes, it's no wonder that the Tang Dynasty was at its zenith.

He sighed inwardly, knowing that this matter would have endless consequences and that he needed to make plans as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the journey of Tang Sanzang and his disciples was quite chaotic.

At the foot of Longevity Mountain, they were punished by being forced to sleep for more than two years because Wukong had angered Zhen Yuanzi by stealing ginseng fruit.

With the personal protection of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the four disciples finally awoke a thousand days later.

Tang Sanzang opened his eyes and immediately felt that all his cultivation had been lost, leaving him extremely weak, but he still had a compassionate smile on his face.

Guanyin urged, "Xuanzang, time waits for no one, set off quickly and do not delay any longer."

Tang Sanzang nodded and continued on his way with Wukong, Bajie, and Sha Wujing.

After entering the mountain, Wukong couldn't contain himself and transformed into golden light to search for food. Before leaving, he drew a golden circle on the ground to protect Tang Sanzang and his companions.

The mountains were silent, with only the soft whisper of the wind.

A white figure drifted out from the forest; it was the White Bone Demon, who had transformed into a beautiful woman and whose gaze fell upon Tang Sanzang.

She originally intended to eat his flesh to gain immortality, but when she saw Zhu Bajie, a strange look flashed in her eyes.

This adorable pig demon, with its fat head and big ears, and a nine-toothed rake hanging from its waist, actually made her feel a sense of goodwill towards it.

She approached gracefully, her voice soft and charming: "Elder, I am a wandering cultivator from the mountains. Seeing that you have traveled a long way, I came to help you."

Upon seeing this, Pigsy's eyes lit up, and he scratched his head with a silly grin, saying, "Oh dear, fairy, you are so kind! I, Pigsy, am extremely grateful!"

Tang Sanzang, however, felt uneasy and chanted Buddhist prayers in a low voice, secretly on guard.

The White Bone Demon chuckled softly, her gaze shifting as if she had a thousand words to say.

She suddenly said, "Elder, I have cultivated for many years, seeking nothing more than the way to immortality."

Upon seeing this valiant man, he was filled with joy and wished to relinquish his immortality to live with him and cultivate the Great Dao together.

Upon hearing this, Pigsy was overjoyed and said, "The fairy is right, I, Old Pig, also think you are a good person!"

Tang Sanzang's heart tightened, vaguely sensing the female demon's aura. He quickly whispered, "Bajie, don't trust her too easily, it might be a trap."

Upon hearing this, the White Bone Demon's smile remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

Jiang Wang's selection of disciples in Chang'an continues. He travels through the city every day, carefully observing the aptitude and fortune of each person.

When the night was deep and quiet, he would sit cross-legged in the valley, concentrating on deducing the mysteries of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

The list of eight hundred people was gradually finalized. Li Bai, Guo Ziyi, and Du Fu had been secretly enlightened by him, and he was just waiting for the right time to formally accept them as his personal disciples.

His gaze occasionally drifted towards Shouyang Mountain, sensing the subtle changes at the entrance to the small world. He had a vague premonition that the fortunes of the Three Realms were quietly shifting.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun and Yuanshi Tianzun sat facing each other, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

Hongjun said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wang's matter is probably not ordinary."

This child harbored rebellious ambitions even in life. Now that the Kongtong Seal has reappeared, it is feared that someone will inherit his will and seek to wreak havoc on the Three Realms.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned and pondered, "Master, Jiang Wang has perished. How can a mere copying treasure stir up any great waves?"

Hongjun shook his head, his gaze profound: "The secrets of heaven are unclear; you must personally descend to the mortal realm to investigate the truth."

Yuanshi accepted the order, but secretly wondered if Jiang Wang's name was truly so troublesome. In the valley, Jiang Wang opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

He seemed to sense something and murmured, "Hongjun, you've finally realized it? Too bad, it's too late."

His gaze pierced through the clouds and mist, fixed on the distance, as if waiting for something.

Jiang Wang stood under a pine tree on a remote mountaintop. The wind rustled through the treetops, and the pine needles whispered, carrying a faint scent of damp earth in the air.

His gaze fell on a jade slip that gleamed faintly in his palm. The system's cold yet clear voice still echoed in his ears: "First step of the chain mission: Go to Peach Mountain and trap Sun Wukong for half an hour. Reward: a ginseng fruit tree with innate spiritual root, plus one chance to draw experience points."

Jiang Wang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

The Ginseng Fruit Tree is the most precious treasure of Zhenyuan Daxian in the Journey to the West world. Its fruit can prolong life and enhance cultivation. Not to mention the lottery opportunity, you might draw some heaven-defying opportunity.

With a thought, he transformed into a streak of azure light and sped towards Peach Mountain.

Peach Mountain was not far away. Jiang Wangfei flew away in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and landed in front of a lush peach grove.

The mountains stretch endlessly, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and pink petals fall with the wind, like a silent spring snow.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath, the fragrance of peach blossoms mixed with the moistness of the mountain's spiritual energy, which invigorated his mind.

He did not rush to act, but closed his eyes and concentrated, his hands forming hand seals. The spiritual power within his body surged like a tide, transforming into wisps of law power that silently seeped into the surrounding space.

The spatial maze formation needs to be set up with great care. This formation is centered around two interconnected teleportation portals, covering the entire Peach Mountain. If you are not careful, you may be exposed by Sun Wukong's fiery eyes.

Jiang Wang lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the depths of the peach grove. With continuous waving of his hands, invisible spatial rifts quietly formed among the peach trees.

These fissures are as thin as a hair, invisible to the naked eye, yet they can instantly teleport a person to another location hundreds of feet away. (End of Chapter)