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

"To survive a single sword strike, truly worthy of having immortal blood flowing through one's veins."

Shen Ming murmured to himself, he too had regrets.

These words were meant for his own ears, but the entire ancient city was filled with top experts, including nearly a hundred Dao Lords, so naturally they all heard them.

When this reached Jun Tian's ears, it drove him even more insane.

As the strongest divine son of the Eighth Realm, this guy still dared to dream of killing someone with a single sword strike.

However, upon closer reflection, Shen Ming's sword strike just now was done casually.

If swordsmanship were to be used, the outcome would be hard to say.

Looking at Shen Ming's body, the radiance of all things merging into one lingered for a long time, even more natural than Jun Tian's method of using the Immortal Seal.

"Congratulations to the Dao of Mending Heaven!"

"Congratulations to Penglai Immortal Island for gaining such a celestial seed!"

"Today has truly been an eye-opening experience."

Those who are sensible have already begun to express their opinions, including some forces that originally stood on the side of the Celestial Court.

This is the cruelty of the real world: the loser loses everything, while the winner has everything.

At this moment, Shen Ming reached out and caught the second Xuanji Dao Seed.

The seed of Tao touched the palm and immediately merged into the body.

In an instant, Shen Ming felt the Dao Heart of the Nine Apertures once again become integrated.

The strange phenomena that had appeared earlier materialized one after another, like fireworks.

For a moment, it was so dazzling that no one could see it clearly or look at it directly.

Each of the strange phenomena is like a painting, with only a portion of the content on each painting, leaving large blank spaces.

In the end, all the paintings seemed to have a spirit, overlapping each other as if piecing together a complete picture of heaven and earth.

Each layer added to the power, creating an even deeper fluctuation of energy. Everyone held their breath, watching intently, not daring to miss a single moment.

Ultimately, the strange phenomenon coalesced into a majestic figure.

The figure stood beneath the ancient starry sky, hands behind his back, gazing indifferently down at heaven and earth.

An endless galaxy flowed beneath his feet, and the birth and death of all worlds seemed to occur in the blink of an eye behind him.

"That was the God of Patching the Heavens himself?!"

Someone couldn't help but whisper, but their voice trembled so much that it was almost inaudible.

"Is this guarding the starry sky, ruling over all ages?"

The other person murmured, unable to describe in words the shock brought by that silhouette.

"This child is terrifyingly powerful; he will surely enter the realm of immortality in the future!" a Dao Lord exclaimed.

The geniuses of the upper realm fell silent; their pride prevented them from even mustering the courage to make a comparison.

Shen Ming stood there quietly, his Daoist aura resonating with the Dao of Heaven. The power of his Nine Apertures Dao Heart underwent a complete transformation, and his figure seemed to overlap with the silhouette in the painting.

"To press on and break into the realm of the divine path?"

Shen Ming hesitated, but looking around, the current environment was clearly not suitable.

The Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is unlike the previous two Heavenly Tribulations; it is extraordinary.

There's no rush right now, and no need to take any risks.

……

In the Moon Palace, Mo Wentian returned via a teleportation talisman, crossed the golden ocean, and landed in the ruins.

Clearly, he was still making a final hesitation and struggle.

When he looked up, he saw strange phenomena that were some distance away.

It can be seen from the entire moon.

"Tsk tsk tsk, such a strange phenomenon must mean that he has obtained the Xuanji Dao Seed, and his future achievements will be no less than those in the Immortal Dao realm," said Emperor Tuomo.

"Stop provoking me!"

Mo Wentian roared, unwilling to accept it, "You know so much, then tell me, why is he so extraordinary when we both come from the lower realm?"

“Every era will give birth to a chosen one, especially in the lower realms. Many years ago, the myriad realms were not so clearly divided into classes, but rather were peaceful and stable, with all four regions leading to the Great Thousand Worlds.”

Compared to now, every continent is thriving and can produce geniuses with the potential to become emperors, which can be called a great event.

However, this kind of balance will result in a lack of top-tier combat power, causing them to lag behind other worlds.

Thus, the strongest being at that time altered the World Tree, creating the Nine Realms above and below.

The six realms below, with their thousands upon thousands of continents, have become nourishment and medicinal fields for the three realms above.

True dragons and immortal spirits can exist in large quantities in the broken world of the lower realm. When needed, they can be directly used to refine medicine.

The true dragon, unwilling to be domesticated, rose up in rebellion, resulting in the extermination of its race.

At this point, Emperor Tuomogu chuckled and said, "It's not just rare and precious materials; even living people like you can sometimes be powerful medicines."

"I asked why Shen Ming is able to do this! Why are you telling me all this?" Mo Wentian frowned.

“The world has a will. The wills of thousands of worlds in the lower realms are unwilling to accept this situation, so they will choose a chosen one, just like him,” said Emperor Tuomogu.

"Then why him!?"

What Mo Wentian really wanted to ask was, why didn't you choose him?

“We always have to choose one person.” Domogudi didn’t care about this detail.

He was merely making inferences based on Shen Ming's actions.

After all, aside from the chosen one, he couldn't think of any other being from the lower realm who could achieve such a feat.

"Tell me clearly what you want to do, and then I'll make the choice!" Mo Wentian said unwillingly.

"We must defy the heavens! We must destroy the Divine Court! We must restore the Nine Realms to their former state!" said Emperor Tuomogu.

"How exactly do we do it?" Mo Wentian asked.

"The Moon Palace seals the Lord of the Abyss, an existence even more terrifying than the Lord of the Forbidden Zone," said Emperor Tuomogu.

"Is this your plan? To unleash the power of darkness upon the Nine Realms?" Mo Wentian said.

"Are you willing to become a medicinal plant in someone else's medicinal field?"

"You are not the Lord of the Abyss. Now you want me to unseal you and then unseal the Lord of the Abyss?" Mo Wentian asked.

"It wouldn't have been this complicated originally."

Domogudi thought for a moment, unsure how to begin.

The Lord of the Abyss is not someone you can communicate with normally; he is more like an aggregate of malice in the world.

They used to be very active and would respond to them.

But for some reason, after letting out a sigh and a dissatisfied groan, there was no further movement.

It's as if there are some reservations.

Tomogudi couldn't understand what could possibly be on the moon that would make the Lord of the Abyss hesitate.

However, the arrow is on the string and has to be shot.

The plan must proceed as scheduled, because the Quasi-God Ranking now gathers nearly half of the forces from the Upper Realm on the moon!

"Okay! I promise you!"

Finally, Dhammagupta heard the answer he wanted.

Mo Wentian made his choice, and at this moment, his heart was filled with indignation and accusations against the world.

The Nine Realms are clearly divided into classes, and one's fate is determined at birth, so why not let oneself be born in the Upper Realm!

He thought about the sense of superiority displayed by those chosen ones of the upper realm during his trip to the moon.

No matter how well you try to hide it, it will inevitably slip out.

Moreover, most people make no attempt to hide it.

He humbled himself and desperately tried to curry favor, yet this is how he ended up.

“I have a request!” Mo Wentian said.

"Kill Shen Ming? I can grant your request."

"No, I want you to destroy the Heaven-Mending Path!" Mo Wentian said.

He always boasted that he was the one who mended the heavens and taught his sons, running around doing everything he could, but the Heaven-Mending Path didn't take him seriously at all!

"Hahaha, interesting!"