The Great Sage Who Sealed the Gods

After transmigrating to the Investiture of the Gods world, he unraveled the mystery of his prenatal memories and awakened a spark of enlightenment. He had assumed this world was simple and archaic, and that with the right magical arts, he could gain divine powers and a righteous place among the immortals, roaming freely between Heaven and Earth. Who would have thought that this world of Investiture of the Gods, seemingly almost identical to its classic retelling, concealed so many mysteries? Its lower limits really were low. 【Even an immortal cultivator can be wounded by an ordinary blade without the use of powerful magic. Overseas rogue cultivators with blue faces, fangs, and three heads and six arms still need three meals a day. Even mortal generals can use their weapons to injure mighty immortals. It's downright absurd.】 But its upper limits really were high, too. 【The twelve chief immortals of the Chan Sect and other mighty beings can bring the dead back to life and reshape creation. They can mold people from clay as easily as breathing. Heretical sects and unorthodox schools can use the Nail-Head Seven Arrow Curse, soar through the clouds, move mountains, and overturn seas in the blink of an eye. Their leaders sit in lofty seclusion, gazing down at the changes of time in the world, refining the elements anew and remaking the universe, all as casually as if it were nothing.】 Wait, what? The leaders of every sect, these divine and mighty beings, are all this outrageous, yet they still watch the War of Investiture unfold and roam freely between Heaven and Earth. So you're all just here making crickets fight each other?