I, Bai Jian, am the administrator of the Investiture Altar, an ant in the eyes of the Sages, yet I hold the truth they fear most.
I transmigrated into the Investiture of the Gods as Bai Jian, the God of Good Fortune, one of the story’s most insignificant functionaries. I thought I would spend a dull life receiving souls and guiding them onward until I was finally enshrined as a god.
Then I discovered that every soul sent to the Investiture of the Gods bore an “impossible imprint of the Western Golden Lotus.”
Then I glimpsed that the so-called Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods was nothing more than a “harvesting of Dao foundations” targeting the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect, carried out with the Sages’ tacit approval.
Then I realized that the purpose of this body of mine was to absorb all resentment and karmic consequences, becoming the “perfect scapegoat.”
The gaze of the Heavenly Venerable of Primordial Beginning swept across the Investiture Altar. I lowered my head, pretending to be the most loyal puppet.
Sect Master Tongtian’s anguish shook heaven and earth. I silently took notes, daring not to reveal the slightest emotion.
The Two Sages of the West extended their tendrils toward the true spirits. I carefully kept out of their way, afraid of alerting them.
Right under the Sages’ noses, I used the most primitive “work log” to record the most brutal conspiracy in heaven and earth.
And when I finally pieced together the whole truth, my name was shining brightly on the Investiture of the Gods.
They bestowed “good fortune” upon me, hoping to keep me silent forever.
But they had no idea that this pawn of theirs had already recorded the “source code” of the entire game.
Until I read Chapter 17 or 18, well, the taste became better, moderately salty.
The first few chapters were slow-burning. The author should have adjusted later. The subject matter is relatively new and good. I hope I won't be disappointed later.