The Heavenly Venerate stood on the high platform, staring intently at the gap in the sea of clouds.
Wu Xiaode sat to one side, holding a thick tome of immortality, flipping through it with a sweat-soaked head.
The tome was densely filled with heavenly decrees:
"Any True God who vainly incurs the curses of the mortals, causing sickness upon humans, shall be executed. Destroying one person results in the extinction of form."
"Any True God who frivolously accepts more than a trifle of mortals' wealth outside of the eight festivals shall be put to death."
"..."
"Any True God who receives the decrees of the judicial officer or commands and does not comply shall be impaled. Those who violate intentionally shall be executed."
"..."
All that met the eye were extremely severe laws.
Wu Xiaode couldn't help but say, "The requirements to be an immortal are so high."
