I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Shen Ming certainly dared to do so; he didn't take these powerful saints seriously.

Having become the son of an emperor and attracted the radiance of the Great Dao, the fact that these great religions and holy sites are not seen suggests that they are not worthy of guiding him.

The disturbances in the Heavenly Dao that I caused will surely transcend the Middle Three Realms and reach the Upper Three Realms.

In his opinion, this Holy Master of Yaochi was somewhat inexplicable. If she were Miaozhen's parents or master, it would be understandable for her to be concerned about this.

What right does a complete stranger have to do this?

The Holy Lord of Yaochi's eyes shone with light like the sun and moon, emitting divine light that caused a soul storm.

The Holy Lord must not be insulted!

Shen Ming's actions were extremely disrespectful and he should be punished.

However, the pupil technique had no effect whatsoever, and Shen Ming stood there as if nothing had happened.

Supernatural powers that interfere with the soul are ineffective against him, regardless of his level of cultivation.

The Holy Lord of Yaochi was taken aback, thinking that Heaven had blocked his actions, and felt somewhat helpless.

"The Supreme Forgetfulness Technique is a rare divine skill in the world. It can be cultivated anytime, anywhere, and in any circumstance. If you ever feel disheartened in the future, you can come to my Yaochi Holy Land," said the Yaochi Holy Lord.

The elders of the Patching Heaven Sect were furious. The Empress had already agreed to join the sect, yet they were still causing trouble.

Unfortunately, he was an elder, while the other was the Holy Lord; their status and identities were different.

In the Sixth Realm, there is a clear distinction between the noble and the lowly, and a distinct hierarchy.

"Is that so? Then I'll wait until I have the chance to learn this rare divine technique from the Jade Pool Holy Land," Shen Ming said coldly.

The cultivation of the Supreme Being of Forgetfulness means abandoning love and affection and focusing wholeheartedly on the Tao.

Knowing full well that the two are Daoist partners, they still said such things.

To Shen Ming, this was no less than telling his girlfriend he wanted to break up with her in front of her and then going to find her.

I don't care what kind of holy master you are!

Everyone was shocked. This was not a simple exchange of glances, but a direct provocation.

The Holy Master of Yaochi pursed her lips, suppressing her anger. She wanted to reprimand him, but felt that doing so would be beneath her dignity.

"It seems that your Supreme Forgetfulness is not quite there yet, Holy Lord. Your emotions fluctuate so much. Miaozhen, it's better if you don't learn it." Shen Ming chuckled.

“Okay,” Li Miaozhen said.

"The sacred land of Yaochi awaits you at any time."

The Holy Lord of Yaochi couldn't help but utter a remark.

She regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking, and, unwilling to stay any longer, disappeared.

The elder of the Patching Heaven Sect breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to speak: "Gentlemen, I am Mo Yuan, the Supreme Elder of the Patching Heaven Sect. I will open a star path for you and bring you here."

He was in the Sixth Realm, while Shen Ming and Li Miaozhen were in the Third Realm.

To traverse the multiverse, one must bypass the World Tree and carve out a star path beneath the sun and moon.

This is a grand gesture in a major religious holy site and is not used under normal circumstances.

"Thank you for your trouble, Elder. We two will go and attend to our personal matters," Li Miaozhen said.

They did not forget that they also needed to deal with the ancient tribes and the Buddhist sect.

"It's alright. No matter where you are, once the star path is opened, we can reach you. But may I ask what you're going there to do?"

Seeing the two men exuding murderous intent, Mo Yuan couldn't help but feel curious.

Li Miaozhen and Shen Ming did not hide anything and told each other the truth.

“Dealing with Little Western Heaven is no problem, because you come from the Western Regions. If you act on behalf of the Northern Regions' human race against the ancient races, Heaven will punish you, severing part of your Dao foundation and clouding your Dao heart,” Mo Yuan said.

"Ok?"

Shen Ming and Li Miaozhen were taken aback; they couldn't possibly abandon the ancient clans of the Northern Region.

“Don’t worry, the future godchild will come from the Northern Region. Once he becomes king, he can come back to fight his way back. The Star Path won’t just open once,” Mo Yuan said.

Shen Ming and Li Miaozhen nodded in agreement.

“Ming, in that case, I’d like to go to Little Western Paradise alone,” Li Miaozhen said.

She intends to wreak havoc and destroy the Great Thunderclap Temple, inevitably causing rivers of blood to flow.

She didn't want Shen Ming to see her with a murderous look, reminding her of her deep-seated hatred, even though she knew Shen Ming wouldn't mind.

"it is good."

Shen Ming knew what she was thinking; the two shared a tacit understanding.

So Li Miaozhen left the snow mountain and went to the Western Regions.

The two regions are millions of kilometers apart, and it would take Wang Jingfei several months to get there.

Li Miaozhen took a step forward, and a dazzling light burst forth beneath her feet.

Like the most magnificent painting in the universe slowly unfolding, Li Miaozhen walked forward, her figure gradually blurring in the dazzling light until she disappeared.

The next moment, she appeared on the other side of the world, above the Western Regions.

……

The Western Regions had already become a Buddhist kingdom.

Everywhere you look, there are solemn and majestic temples.

These temples, whether built against the mountains or situated on the vast plains, are scattered across this land in a well-organized manner.

Li Miaozhen arrived above a magnificent temple.

The Great Thunderclap Temple, a temple at the Heavenly Gate of the Lesser Western Paradise, was extremely popular, with incense smoke rising and swirling, resembling graceful white dragons flying towards the sky.

As if knowing she was coming, the chanting of Buddhist scriptures continued unabated, the deep and melodious sound of the chanting filling the air.

Golden light burst forth, like surging golden waves, spreading outwards wave after wave, dyeing the world golden.

The golden light originates from all the incense offerings at Little Western Paradise.

Amidst the golden light, the golden body of the Great Buddha rose from the ground like a towering mountain, confronting Li Miaozhen.

Inside the golden statue is the Buddha of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The moment the red spider lily merged into Li Miaozhen's body, Buddha had already foreseen the impending disaster and made ample preparations.

"It's you? Why! The Past Scriptures cannot see the path you came from, and the Future Scriptures cannot see you."

The Buddha recognized this person as a Daoist disciple of the Heavenly Sect whom they had captured.

Shouldn't the Daoist counterattack begin with the Daoist disciple they are searching for?

Was it all just a smokescreen?

If that's the case, how could Buddha not see it?

The Buddha found it difficult to remain calm, trying to find out which link in the chain went wrong and how things had suddenly turned out this way.

"The Great Tathagata's golden body gathers all the incense offerings of the Lesser Western Paradise, and is the place of refuge for every believer to my Buddha," the Buddha said.

The implication was that breaking the golden body would cause all believers to suffer a backlash, turning them into cripples, thus making it impossible for Li Miaozhen to harm them.

This is a common method used in Buddhism.

“That is the sin of your Buddhist sect, not mine,” Li Miaozhen said.

"The Buddha is willing to close his mountain gates, remain there for a thousand years, return all the precious lands and spiritual veins of the Taoist sect, and allow the Taoist guardian deities to return to secular life..."

"Long-winded."

Li Miaozhen struck out with a palm, and the world trembled.

The red light obscured the golden light. The divine patterns of the Great Dao of the Xuanhuang Continent, which were originally the manifestation of the order and laws of the universe, were now as fragile as spider silk, breaking one by one with this palm strike.

Along with everything else, the golden body of Vairocana Buddha also broke.

Even if they gather the incense offerings of a region, they are far from reaching the imperial realm and are no match for it.

"This shouldn't be happening, this shouldn't be happening, it's against the rules."

Buddha vanished into nothingness, still unable to understand even on his deathbed.

The Great Thunder Temple on the ground collapsed with a roar, turning into ruins.

And this is just the prelude.

Under the red glow of the red spider lilies, the once-prosperous Little Western Paradise rapidly declined as temples were submerged one after another.