Zhu Ju sat alone in the vast, empty hall.
On the stone table before him lay an unfurled scroll.
The scroll's material felt like something between paper and leather, soft and resilient to the touch. It was one foot and three inches wide, and nearly ten feet long, adorned with images of flowers, plants, swimming fish, and a starry sky.
The Investiture of the Gods!
Zhu Ju gently caressed the scroll, a thoughtful expression on his face.
'According to the records of the Celestial Capital Sect, this artifact is a divine object passed down from antiquity, a relic from the war between Immortals and Demons.'
'Though damaged, it still possesses immense power!'
He grabbed the edge of the scroll and gave it a light shake.
RUSTLE...
As the scroll trembled, the images upon it shifted, and one name after another appeared.
The Five Plagues Deities, the Thunder Department Gods, the Five Directions Five Elders...
