From Godhood to the Heavens

The magical power within his body was originally like a vast ocean, but now, with the influx of spiritual energy, it emitted a deafening roar, and the coastline continued to expand. The ocean in his lower dantian was like the void being opened up, frantically expanding.

The sound of roaring waves seemed to echo throughout the entire cavity.

The spiritual energy of this world, like a tide, spread towards this place and continuously flowed into Fang Ping's body.

The power of the primordial spirit spread out, absorbing all the spiritual energy within a radius of thousands of miles of Mount Shu in just an instant.

The spiritual energy from all directions between heaven and earth quickly formed a circular void.

On Mount Shu, countless disciples couldn't help but look up at the sky, their eyes filled with shock at the scene of spiritual energy pouring in like a tornado.

The five elders also noticed the anomaly. Daoist Qingwei raised his hand and waved it, causing the spiritual energy to ripple for thousands of miles in the air.

The landing point was precisely at the location of the Shu Mountain's ley lines. Master Qingwei stroked his beard, glanced at his fellow disciples, and then said, "It seems that our junior brother has begun to switch to cultivating the Heavenly Sword Technique. Now that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is insufficient, fellow disciples, why don't we lend him a hand!"

Everyone nodded in unison, and in an instant, they each unleashed their magic power to form the Five Elements Grand Array. The original thousand-mile-long spiritual energy cluster rapidly expanded in all directions, and spiritual energy was frantically plundered over an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles.

After a full hour, Fang Ping finally stopped. The five elders also breathed a sigh of relief. If it had continued, some powerful demons in the mortal realm might have come to Mount Shu to fight even if they didn't want to.

The lower dantian gradually calmed down, and light shone above the brow. The Qi Transformation Realm was perfected, and the Spirit Refinement Realm was achieved. The whole body was full of vital energy, and consciousness slowly returned to the primordial spirit.

The sea of ​​consciousness was vast and empty, like an endless void. Fang Ping's spirit gradually emptied, and his originally condensed and formed primordial spirit seemed to fall into an extreme state of tranquility.

With each breath, distracting thoughts gradually dissipate, and the mind seems to slowly float upwards, gradually soaring into the boundless sea of ​​stars. Consciousness gradually expands, and the primordial spirit transforms into specks of light, merging into the sea of ​​stars.

Time seemed to stand still, yet it also felt like an eternity had passed in an instant; Fang Ping's primordial spirit seemed to fall into a deep silence.

The Nuwa Stone suddenly emitted an even more dazzling light, which flowed around her and gathered at the top of her head in an instant.

As if a glimmer of light shone, the radiance of wisdom illuminated my heart, and my consciousness flowed rapidly like a slideshow, with the changing seasons, spring turning to winter, and finally freezing in an instant.

Freezing in that moment of harmony with the Dao, countless insights flooded his mind, like looking at flowers in a mirror or trying to catch the moon's reflection in water. Fang Ping wanted to reach out and touch it, but he could never reach it.

The Nuwa Stone shone brightly once more, and the image of the Heavenly Emperor appeared in his mind. In that instant, he touched the aura of the Dao, and it was as if a thunderclap resounded in Fang Ping's mind.

A breath escaped from his nose, and the moment it landed on the ground, countless emerald green moss grew on the ground. Flowers and grasses sprouted from the moss, surrounding Fang Ping and forming a green world about one meter in diameter.

Then, with another sniff, some lush green moss and flowers, as if they had passed through spring and summer and entered autumn and winter, began to wither and die at a visible speed, and the ground was covered with a layer of ice.

Several seasons have passed, and it seems like a hundred years have flown by in the blink of an eye. Fang Ping has already stepped from the Refining Spirit Realm to the Returning to Emptiness Realm.

The Nuwa Stone shone brilliantly, radiating endless light within his mind. Fang Ping's consciousness drifted and floated out of his body, heading upwards.

The moment I touched the soil, the weight of the earth surged into my heart, as if it were nurturing all things and filled with an all-encompassing spirit.

If he were to unite with this, he could control everything within the thousand-mile radius of Mount Shu, manipulating the flow of the earth's veins and the contours of the mountains and rivers. Standing on the earth, he would be invincible.

Fang Ping shook his head. Living in a corner of the world, even a god among men is nothing more than a prison. What's the point?

Drifting and swaying, the moment it leaves the earth, a gentle breeze lifts Fang Ping up. The meaning of the wind surges into his heart, bringing information from thousands of miles away. Listen to the heavens and earth, the wind's joy, anger, and tyranny; a gentle breeze is life, a raging storm is destruction.

Rootless and adrift, what is the point of all this wandering?

Drifting into the clouds, merging with heaven and earth, controlling the changing seasons and the cycle of reincarnation, ascending the supreme throne, like a puppet of heaven and earth, what is the meaning of this?

A bolt of lightning pierced the clouds, accompanied by a thunderclap. With a thought, Fang Ping wielded the power of heaven and earth's lightning to purify everything in the world. Yet, he remained trapped in this world, unable to escape this cage.

He shook his head slightly, his consciousness returned to his body, and one item after another appeared before him: the Apocalypse King Sword, the God-Slaying Weapon, the Shennong Cauldron, and the Nuwa Stone.

Nuwa Stone and Godslayer Weapon were retrieved, and his gaze fell upon Shennong Cauldron and Tianqi King Sword. He merged with the Dao of Tianqi, wielding the power of killing to become a Sword Saint. If he were only in one realm, he would succeed.

The He Dao Shen Nong Ding is a combination of offense and defense, but it is nothing more than a replica.

greedy……

Among all the heavens, there are mountains that cannot be climbed and countless magical treasures, yet one is stopped at a mere imitation.

Fang Ping understood that the root of everything was his own greed. His gaze fell on the two items, his eyes gradually widening until he was completely lost in thought.

He was unwilling to conform to any path and be confined to one realm, but almost at that moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

His mind sank into the void instantly, and the moment he opened his eyes, the bronze-cast Gate to the Heavens still stood there.

Fang Ping was unwilling to conform to his desires and passions, as these seven emotions and six desires constituted his very being. He was unwilling to unite with any particular world or realm, thus limiting himself.

Unwilling to combine with magical artifacts, limited by their quality.

All my achievements originate from the Gate of Heaven, and I am not limited by the world, nor confined to a corner of the world. My achievements are not limited by their quality, because there is probably nothing in this world of higher quality than the Gate of Heaven.

If that's the case, why not align with the Dao of the Heavens?

With a single thought, his figure instantly vanished into nothingness, and specks of light headed towards the Gate of All Heavens, covering the enormous bronze gate with a layer of radiance.

Fang Ping's consciousness was instantly absorbed, and a sense of desolation and loneliness, along with the epic of endless years flowing through his mind, all surged into his heart.

In the vast and boundless天地 (heaven and earth), stands a colossal portal to the heavens.

Below, in the chaotic sea, worlds encased in bubbles rise and fall, shattering and being reborn.

In what seemed like an instant, yet also like countless years, Fang Ping's consciousness suddenly returned.

His heart pounded uncontrollably. Only at this moment did he realize that he had made the right bet, and the Gate of All Heavens now belonged to him.

Perhaps it is still a very long way from completely refining it, but at this moment, why can anyone pass through the Gate of All Heavens?