It looked nothing like the opulence everyone had imagined; it was merely a bamboo slip, made of broken bamboo lashed together with twine.
As the Investiture of the Gods fell into the hands of the Ancient Demon, the gaze of the experts brought by Lu Fengshen instantly shifted, their eyes showing clear submission to the demon. They were controlled by the Investiture of the Gods, and now, that very scroll was under the control of the Ancient Demon.
"What are you all waiting for?" the Ancient Demon said indifferently.
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