"Hahaha... Divine Beating Whip, is this the Divine Beating Whip from the First Epoch?" Li Qingming excitedly caressed the Divine Beating Whip in his hand, as all of everything from his previous life on Earth related to the Investiture of the Gods suddenly emerged in his mind:
Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, Erlang God Yang Jian, Third Prince Nezha... Everything appeared in his mind's eye.
Of course, all of this seemed like mere illusions, out of reach, to his former self.
But now everything was different; the Twelve Golden Immortals had all become his junior brothers, and Yang Jian had become his disciple, which made him sigh at the unpredictability of life's events.
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Meanwhile, in the rear hall of the Ziwei Palace at the peak of Mount Olympus.
Jiang Ziya, who was waiting for his disciples to assemble, suddenly trembled and a trace of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
