Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

Who is this?

When did it arrive?
A human?
Why did he come to the Investiture of the Gods Hall?
The heavenly soldiers were terrified, but suddenly they noticed the familiar black and gold robe on Ying Zheng's body. They realized something, and their eyes flashed with even stronger fear, their hearts pounding wildly!

Black and gold robes!

Human race!

His cultivation level is unfathomable!

Could it be him?!
All the heavenly soldiers swallowed hard, thinking of the figure that had caused the Heavenly Court to suffer a crushing defeat some time ago!

But just as they thought of this, a flash of light appeared.

The sword intent is as vast as the sea.

Their physical bodies and consciousness were severed in an instant!

Ying Zheng's palm shimmered with light, enveloped in a misty haze, as he gently grasped it!
A blade of grass embodies sword intent!

The sword light burst forth, not dazzling, but carrying a chilling killing intent, directly shattering the souls of the heavenly soldiers, causing them to perish both in body and spirit!
Ying Zheng's robes fluttered, but his heart remained calm.

This operation aims to sever the Heavenly Court's shackles on the human race.

The Investiture of the Gods suppresses the path to immortality for humankind. If this heavenly book is not destroyed, it is feared that no humankind will have the opportunity to cultivate immortality and rise to power.

Faced with a battle of this caliber, Ying Zheng would show no mercy.

He came with pure killing intent, and anything that stood in his way would be annihilated by his sword without hesitation.

Ying Zheng descended gracefully, his robes fluttering like an immortal descending to earth, his hands radiating supreme divine light.

The primordial imperial city appeared, carrying an aura of reincarnation and vastness, completely obscuring all fluctuations around the Hall of Conferred Gods.

The moment the Primordial Imperial City appeared, on the other side of the Heavenly Court, in the Jade Pool, the True Martial Emperor suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

"What happened?" Zhen Yuanzi asked with a smile.

"No, it's nothing, perhaps I misread it." Emperor Zhenwu withdrew his gaze.

"Something interesting is about to happen." Zhen Yuanzi's voice echoed in the heart of the True Martial Emperor as he gazed at the grand Peach Banquet, filled with singing and dancing.

"Yes, aren't you going to stop it? If that thing is destroyed, it could cause disaster," Zhenwu Emperor asked, his eyes seemingly surrounded by a galaxy.

"Why stop me?" Zhen Yuanzi's white robes fluttered, radiating a crystalline luster, as if surrounded by a hundred flowers.

"Isn't the reason I've come here to discuss the Dao with the person behind the scenes?"

"Since the laws of Heaven are set, the more the mastermind targets the Heavenly Court, the more fiercely the Heavenly Court will resist. What will happen when a quasi-saint at the level of severing three corpses takes action so frequently?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled, his eyes seemingly filled with the roar of heaven and earth, the beginning of the new year, and the annihilation of the universe.

Observe the myriad phenomena, the changing of the heavens, and the passage of time.

What kind of scene will be created when the person behind the scenes takes action?

How can a Quasi-Saint who has severed his three corpses avoid the backlash from the Heavenly Dao?

How could a small city controlled by the human race have gained such merit?
Zhen Yuanzi wanted to know.

During the exploration, the Heavenly Court suffered losses and decline...

What does it have to do with him?

The True Martial Emperor said no more, closed his eyes again, and ignored everything in the distance.

…………

The moment the gazes of the two quasi-saints transcended time and space and landed on Ying Zheng.

In a distant temple, Lin Nan sat upright at his desk, holding a book, with a precious mirror reflecting everything before him.

His body radiated the most dazzling light, like stars arranged in a magnificent array.

Noticing that the two quasi-saints had withdrawn their gaze, Lin Nan smiled slightly.

"It seems."

"This time, the arrangement of the Three Realms, with the immortals as the pieces, will not be as boring as expected."

Above the Heavenly Court, the two Quasi-Saints were engaged in a virtual duel with Lin Nan, completely unnoticed by Ying Zheng, who was directly involved.
The wind was calm and the waves were still. Ying Zheng, his robes fluttering, held the primordial imperial city in his hands, and a vast sky unfolded around him, dotted with stars, boundless and limitless.

The stars covered the surrounding area, temporarily isolating everything inside the Conferred God Hall from view and atmosphere.

"As expected of Master's magic weapon, it is indeed profound."

After offering a soft compliment, Ying Zheng slowly walked around.

For a period of time afterward, Ying Zheng held the Primordial Imperial City in his hands, his robes fluttering as if he were an immortal descending to the mortal world.

He joined two fingers together to form a sword incantation, moving in all directions. A blade of grass, imbued with sword intent, swept across the eight wastelands, slaying all the patrolling heavenly soldiers around the Conferred God Palace.

Ying Zheng's expression was cold and ruthless. He not only destroyed the physical body, but also completely annihilated and shattered the soul.

"The Heavenly Court has oppressed the human race for too long; today, it is only right to recoup some of the interest."

Ying Zheng spoke thus, his body radiant, surrounded by auspicious light and omens.

But that's not enough; more preparations are needed to break the Investiture of the Gods.

Even though he has now reached the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal with the help of his master, he still needs many methods to deal with the Investiture of the Gods.

After slaying all the patrolling heavenly soldiers, a fierce light surged from Ying Zheng's sleeves.

One array disc after another emerged from the cuffs of the sleeves.

Ying Zheng stepped forward and set up the formation.

These are array plates taken from Master's treasure vault.

It is the terrifying formation used by all living beings in their final battle against the heavens in the 'Tomb of the Gods'.

There are so many array plates, numbering in the hundreds, some incomplete and some complete.

Each of these array plates is incredibly powerful. Although their combined power is not as great as the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, the number one array in the Three Realms, it is more than enough for temporary isolation.

Moreover, Ying Zheng set up arrays in various places throughout the Heavenly Court along his journey.

Since we've come all this way...

How could he leave after merely shattering the Investiture of the Gods?
Now that we're here, we're going to turn this Heavenly Court upside down.

After all the array plates were set up, Ying Zheng slowly stepped forward and walked into the Investiture of the Gods Hall.

But suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound coming from afar!
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes. Someone else is here? They were discovered so quickly?
This place used to be very quiet, and no celestial beings came here, because it was a forbidden area of ​​the Heavenly Court, and even if the immortals came, they could not enter.

Is it dangerous?

Ying Zheng's eyes shone brightly as he silently disappeared.

Shortly after, Ying Zheng frowned slightly, because he sensed the identity of the person who had come.

When those people passed through a certain area and entered a certain range, Ying Zheng could clearly sense them.

Previously, out of caution, Ying Zheng had not spread his aura too far.

Three figures, leading numerous celestial soldiers and generals, clad in armor, exuding extraordinary aura and shrouded in immortal charm, marched forward.

Behind one person, a giant blue umbrella spun endlessly, seemingly capable of devouring everything, giving off an extremely strong sense of oppression.

A man dressed in white armor, with an ancient golden snake coiled around him, exuded a menacing aura.

A man holds a sword, surrounded by a fierce wind, the sharp sword light seemingly capable of cutting through everything!

This is a troop of celestial soldiers, led by three extraordinary immortals. The auspicious clouds around them are twisted, forming a protective domain of external magical power.

These are none other than three of the Four Generals of the Demon Clan!

Mo Li Hong, Mo Li Hai, Mo Li Shou!

Aren't they attending the Peach Banquet?
Why did they come to this place? This surprised Ying Zheng.

"Have you found him yet? Where did that troublesome little thief go? If we can't find him soon, it could cause a major disaster!" Mo Lihong said in a low voice, her voice anxious as she looked around with worry.

“We can’t find any trace at all, not even the Peach Garden or the place where the peaches are stored!” Mo Lihai replied.

"These people might possess some priceless treasure, which they use to conceal their identities!" Mo Lishou remarked. (End of Chapter)