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

The fairy pool is shrouded in mist, and its water is as clear as a mirror.

At this moment, however, there was only deathly silence.

Qin Yao did not take off her clothes. She held a tray in both hands, on which was a crystal-clear jade bottle and two wine glasses.

This is celestial wine from the sacred land of Yaochi, renowned far and wide in the Sixth Realm.

She originally intended to apologize in order to get Shen Ming to show leniency.

But now, Shen Ming was staring at her intently, his eyes sharp.

"Holy Emperor, our Holy Land truly has no disciple named Miaoran, we have no reason to do this," Qin Yao said urgently.

“This is your Immortal Pool; even I cannot enter without being detected.” Shen Ming was not easily fooled.

"But the Holy Emperor didn't see that person leave either, did he?" Qin Yao grasped the key point.

Shen Ming was taken aback; this was indeed true.

The two of them were so close just now, their bodies even touched. With his current cultivation level, it was impossible for him not to have noticed.

"Has your holy land ever been haunted?" Shen Ming asked.

Qin Yao shook her head repeatedly, for this was the location of the Immortal Pool.

Shen Ming carefully recalled every detail from just now. This was the first time that the girl had managed to deceive his Origin Heaven Divine Eye.

In the eyes of the God of Origin, the girl had a special talent, but her cultivation level was not high.

For some reason, Shen Ming thought of the words the Immortal Lord had said before his death.

His reckless behavior will incur the wrath of the gods!

The term "gods" does not refer to cultivation level or spiritual attainment, but rather to the deities in the universe.

A mountain or a tree could be a deity.

But just now it was a vividly portrayed young girl.

"Holy Emperor?"

Qin Yao felt uneasy, and for some reason, a saying from a secular dynasty came to mind: "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger."

"Let's not talk about that for now. What do you want?" Shen Ming put aside his thoughts for the moment, remaining secretly alert.

The Sixth Realm is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Holy Emperor, we have known each other since the Endless Divine Realm. Qin Yao was ignorant back then, and I apologize to her today."

As she spoke, Qin Yao poured two cups of immortal wine and drank them all in one gulp.

Seeing that his clothes were intact, and thinking of Miao Ran from earlier, Shen Ming thought it made sense.

The Holy Land of Yaochi would never allow its Holy Maiden to do what it did.

Qin Yao's reaction is normal.

If it were any other man, the next scene might have been a playful act of feigned reluctance.

“I’m here for that stone. There’s no need for all this fuss. I don’t hold grudges about those old grudges,” Shen Ming said.

Qin Yao's lips twitched slightly. So many ancient giants had fallen, yet she claimed she didn't hold grudges.

Of course, she refused to refute it.

"A nine-aperture stone embryo, the embryo of the Holy Spirit, may give birth to an invincible Holy Spirit."

Qin Yao forced herself to say, "But before the Holy Spirit is conceived, the stone embryo cannot move, just like the elixir of immortality."

After saying that, Qin Yao's heart pounded as she awaited her fate.

"Oh?"

Shen Ming did not fly into a rage as expected, and said, "Take me to see it in a bit."

Although he came specifically for the stone fetus, he didn't take it too seriously.

It's mainly because it's on the way; the Holy Emperor's Courtyard is just a short distance from the Yaochi Holy Land.

The reason why Yaochi Holy Land is on high alert is simply because they feel guilty and are afraid of Shen Ming's anger.

To be honest, this makes Shen Ming seem like a narrow-minded bad guy.

If Yaochi Holy Land continues like this, he wouldn't mind really getting angry.

……

The Patching Heaven Sect is one of the oldest Taoist lineages in the Sixth Realm.

The mountains rise and fall, shrouded in ethereal clouds.

This place has an inexhaustible spiritual vein and enduring Taoist charm, and is regarded as a sacred land in the lower realm.

In contrast to the panic in the Sixth Realm, the Patching Heaven Sect was relaxed.

The Holy Emperor is least likely to attack their Heaven-Mending Sect.

Since the Holy Emperor arrived in the Middle Three Realms, the Heaven-Mending Sect has maintained a good relationship with him and is his most loyal ally.

Therefore, they are full of expectations for the future.

At this moment, the world changed color, and rolling thunder came from the depths of the sky, as if an invisible rage was sweeping down from the horizon, and the mountains began to tremble slightly.

The entire Patching Heaven Sect was shaken, and the elders all soared into the air, looking up at the sky.

"No way, how could the Holy Emperor possibly attack us?"

They thought it was the Holy Emperor, because only he had such abilities.

A massive void rift slowly opened, as if the gates of heaven in the upper realm were opening.

The boundless divine power surged forth, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to become disordered, and the vitality of all things to retreat.

"This is divine wrath..."

One of the Supreme Elders of the Patching Heaven Sect turned pale, having discerned something amiss.

Just like the Heavenly Tribulation and Thunder Punishment, but the wrath of the gods is extremely rare, belonging to the realm of legend.

Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light descended from the void rift, pointing directly into the depths of the Heaven-Mending Sect.

That was the forbidden land for mending the heavens, shrouded in rich spiritual energy and Daoist charm, where a sacred tree for mending the heavens was planted.

This sacred tree is the lifeblood of the Patching Heaven Sect, connected to the immortal veins. It has been rooted here since the beginning of time, enduring tens of thousands of years of wind and rain without fading. It not only nourishes the spiritual veins of the entire Patching Heaven Sect, but also maintains the fortune of this world.

Once the sacred tree for mending the heavens is lost, the Heaven-Mending Sect will fall from its holy ground to the dust, and may even perish completely.

"stop!"

The Lord of the Heaven-Mending Cult roared, unleashing terrifying energy from his entire body.

He stepped into the void, transforming into a streak of light as he rushed towards the void, gathering supreme Daoist energy in his palm in an attempt to stop the pillar of light.

A muffled groan came from the void, mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

An invisible force suddenly appeared, blasting the Heaven-Mending Sect Master hundreds of feet away, causing him to spit out blood.

The beam of light successfully enveloped the Heaven-Mending Sacred Tree, and with a loud bang, the sacred tree began to be pulled away from its roots.

Like a dam breaking, the restrictions imposed by the Patching Heaven Sect collapsed completely at the very beginning, and the spiritual energy began to dissipate instantly.

The vegetation on the earth withered at a visible rate, and the once lush mountains gradually turned gray and desolate.

Finally, the Heaven-Mending Sacred Tree was completely uprooted by the pillar of light and swept into the void.

Everyone in the Patching Heaven Sect could only watch helplessly.

The Patching Heaven Sect's mountain range, having lost the support of its spiritual veins, began to collapse and disintegrate.

One after another, the majestic mountains collapsed with a deafening roar, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The earth cracked open, revealing deep ravines; the former training grounds turned to dust, and the spiritual energy vanished into nothingness.

……

The Patching Heaven Sect was not an isolated case.

The Azure Feather Clan, one of the most powerful clans in the Middle Three Realms, is located in the Spirit Valley Mountains, where rosy clouds rise and auspicious energy surrounds them.

What makes the Qingyu tribe so unique is the spirit they worship.

It was a celestial spirit whose entire body shimmered with luminous light, resembling a white deer, with a three-foot-long crystal-clear horn growing from its forehead.

Deep within the Spirit Valley, the immortal spirit was enveloped in a misty aura, its spiritual light flowing like water. The plants and trees grew even greener from its presence, and a peaceful rhythm filled the world.

However, a sudden change occurred!

"Crack!"

A terrifying cracking sound suddenly echoed from the void.

The Qingyu clan looked up and saw a dark crack appear in the sky, as if the heavens had been ripped apart.

A desolate yet overwhelming pressure surged down from the crack, causing all the clansmen to tremble and making it difficult even to stand.

The next instant, a beam of light, like a celestial river pouring down from above, descended from the crack and directly enveloped the celestial spirit on the altar.

The moment the immortal spirits plundered the land, the spiritual veins of the Spirit Valley Mountains completely broke, and the earth began to collapse violently.

Mountains collapsed and crumbled, spiritual springs dried up, and the once sacred land, brimming with spiritual energy, became ruins.