[I think I've got something that can slightly balance the Investiture of the Gods.]
He recalled something he had previously created just for fun and to add a bit of "cultural depth" to the Witch Clan—a Witch Dao Divine Weapon called the Heavenly Horn.
Ming River was still over there howling, locked in a fierce stalemate with a group of Divine Dharma Forms.
[Xuanqing! Hurry up! If you don't figure something out, if we get suppressed by your Investiture of the Gods, Fu Xi will definitely laugh us to death!]
[You hold on, I'll summon a treasure!]
Xi Zi Xuanqing's Divine Thought soothed Ming River with a word.
Then, he no longer paid attention to the endless Divine Dharma Forms. Instead, he took a deep breath and stretched his will across endless time and space to connect with an unremarkable artifact in the Ancestor Witch Hall of Buzhou Mountain.
"Heavenly Horn, come!"
