"The Dreamshatter Dagger—top-grade spiritual weapon."
Jiang Yan withdrew a cracked dagger and continued:
"This dagger is the finest treasure of assassination. At least within the rank of spiritual artifacts, there is nothing more suited for silent killing."
"It is forged from ninety-eight thousand shards of Dark Yin Crystals. To call it a dagger is misleading—it is truly a weapon composed of countless hidden blades."
"Empty words mean little. Best that you experience it yourselves."
As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Yelan.
True essence flowed, and the Dreamshatter Dagger floated in Jiang Yan's hand.
Before everyone's eyes, the cracked blade fractured further—splintering into countless glittering fragments.
These irregular shards radiated razor-sharp coldness.
They swarmed silently around him, filling the hall like a deadly starry sky.
Though Jiang Yan sat still upon his cushion, he seemed to sit amid the cosmos itself, divine and untouchable.
With a single slow motion of his hand, the stars streaked through the air, circling the disciples.
They cut through space without sound—no ripple of air, no stirring of wind. Only the suffocating sense of imminent death when a shard neared one's eyes.
Even Zhongli, at such a distance, could do nothing. He could only watch the fragments sweep past, powerless.
From afar they left no trace—yet once they appeared before you, death was already certain.
This was an attack without warning, without defense, without even perception.
After one dreadful circuit, the glittering fragments reformed into the battered dagger in Jiang Yan's hand.
What remained with the onlookers was the bone-deep memory of brushing against death itself.
With this dagger, Jiang Yan had let them all dance on the edge of the abyss—without the faintest chance to resist.
"The Dreamshatter Dagger divides into countless shards. Silent, traceless—even true essence and divine sense cannot perceive it."
"By the time your eyes glimpse it, death has already arrived."
"This is the pinnacle of assassination tools. Though extremely difficult to master, if wielded, it can slay even foes stronger than oneself."
Yelan's eyes burned as she stared at the dagger.
Yes, its terror came from Jiang Yan's hands.
But that didn't mean she couldn't one day unleash the same power.
Yet she knew herself.
At her meager early Refining Essence stage, even ordinary artifacts taxed her control. A supreme treasure like this? Impossible.
And besides—she was dirt poor. Even if she earned contribution points, she would first need spirit stones and pills for cultivation.
She forced her desire down with a steadying breath. A treasure so fine was useless to one without the strength to wield it.
Now, only two golden artifacts remained: a scroll, unfurled, and a strange rod—golden, yet not gold.
Alice narrowed her eyes. A nagging familiarity stirred.
Where had she seen them before?
Jiang Yan did not speak immediately. Instead, his deep gaze fixed meaningfully on Alice.
Ningguang, puzzled, asked:
"Master, what are these last two artifacts?"
"They are, in truth, bound together. You could call them two… or one."
His answer was a hint.
Alice's eyes lit up with sudden realization.
Before anyone else could press further, she inhaled sharply.
"Master… could it really be…?"
Jiang Yan's lips curved. He nodded.
"As you think."
"Truly? Truly those things!"
Alice shot to her feet, eyes blazing, fixed upon the scroll and the rod.
"You recognize them, Elder Alice? They must be extraordinary," Diluc said carefully.
Alice nodded heavily.
"If they are what I think, then all the treasures we've seen before are worth less than a ten-thousandth of their value!"
"If they are real… then these two artifacts could usher Teyvat itself into an Age of Gods."
Beside her, Lumine faltered. Memories long buried stirred awake, two names flashing in her mind.
Her gaze snapped to the artifacts.
She pointed to the scroll, voice trembling with awe:
"That's… the God-Sealing List and the God-Beating Whip!"
Jiang Yan smiled and confirmed their guess.
"The God-Sealing List? What is that?"
At that moment, Furina, Ningguang, and several others all felt a strange resonance—an instinct that this thing's significance was monumental.
Jiang Yan gestured for Alice.
"Since Elder Alice understands, why don't you explain?"
Alice stared at the List, dazed.
She had never expected Mount Shu's vault to contain this.
The God-Sealing List!
Even if not the original, even a lesser version bearing the same name must carry the same effect—merely on a different scale.
"Elder Alice, Master asked you to explain the List," Ganyu prompted softly.
Alice snapped back, reluctant to tear her eyes away.
"Do you recall the story I told during the Divine Child's initiation? Of King Zhou of Shang… and Daji?"
"Of course," the Divine Child muttered, grimacing.
How could anyone forget the fox-spirit's cruelties—burning torture, tearing out hearts? He himself had been teased about carrying her 'legacy'.
Alice smiled faintly.
"That tale, of King Zhou and Daji, was something I once read in another world—in a novel called Investiture of the Gods."
Her audience blinked, half-understanding. She continued, amused.
"As you've guessed, that royal scandal was merely a subplot. The true core of the tale was the God-Sealing War."
She paused, eyes flicking nervously toward Jiang Yan.
"Master… may I speak of the great beings involved?"
He inclined his head.
"Investiture of the Gods circulates through countless worlds. Though much of it is myth, since it spreads, it may be spoken. As I said before—those beings care nothing for lesser realms. Only their peers matter."
Relieved, Alice faced the expectant hall.
"The story tells of the end of the Shang dynasty, when a fox demon bewitched the emperor, chaos spread, and Heaven itself was newly founded and short on gods. One of the Three Pure Ones—the Primordial Heavenly King—ordered his disciples to descend and seal gods to fill Heaven's ranks."
"On the surface, it was a war of dynasties. In truth, everything revolved around the God-Sealing List."
"The List, paired with the God-Beating Whip, was the absolute core."
She stopped short of mentioning the true Great Luo beings behind it—best not to tempt fate.
"In short—the List has but one function: to make gods."
"During the Investiture War, three hundred sixty-five righteous deities of Heaven and Earth were sealed into the List."
"Barring the Jade Emperor himself, the Four Sovereigns, Five Emperors, the star gods, the thunder lords—all of them were chosen through the List."
"Some were already disciples of exalted beings, like Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth. Others were mere mortals, like Bo Yikao, who died cruelly before being raised."
"For great cultivators, the List was a prison—once inscribed, their true souls were bound, their freedom gone, their cultivation halted. Thereafter, they could act only by the bearer's will."
"But for ordinary mortals, it was a ladder to the heavens. From nothing, they became undying gods, wielding authority over the laws of the world."
"That is the power of the List. To be named upon it is to become an eternal god."
"Though… most were sealed only after death."
"As for the God-Beating Whip—it could strike even those on the List. To shatter a true soul, to annihilate a god—it was its natural counter."
"Together, List and Whip create and command the gods themselves."
"Now you understand their significance."
When Alice finished, silence fell across the great hall.
At last, Ningguang drew a slow breath, eyes ablaze. Her voice trembled with suppressed fire:
"So… the God-Sealing List can designate deities, like Furina's The Royal Qi Spirit Invocation?"
This time Jiang Yan answered directly, without hesitation:
"Yes."
The hall erupted with realization.
Of all the treasures revealed today…
Only this—the God-Sealing List—could be called a true supreme treasure.
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