From Godhood to the Heavens

So he spoke directly to the outside, saying, "Notify Keisha to have all the necessary ore transported over!"

"Yes!" Queen Maeve nodded without hesitation and walked outside.

Before long, two figures entered the tent. Fang Ping did not look at the Holy Keisha, but instead looked at the Heavenly King He Xi.

With a cold expression and silver hair, Tianji King He Xi smiled slightly and said, "I have shamelessly come to learn from you. Is that alright?"

Fang Ping smiled, nodded, and said, "It is my honor to have King Tianji offer his guidance!"

The atmosphere in the venue was harmonious. Then, large quantities of colored minerals were transported over and piled up to one side.

“Dark Silver has an extremely high melting point, and once shaped, it is almost impossible to change. These associated ores contain a small amount of Dark Silver. To extract it, large-scale smelting equipment is needed, and the temperature must be at least several times the temperature of a star's core, almost 1 million degrees Celsius or more…”

He Xi looked at the array diagram in front of her, which was empty and without any devices. A hint of doubt appeared in her eyes, and she spoke as if talking to herself.

Fang Ping looked thoughtfully at the Shennong Cauldron, but said nothing.

With a slight sway, a figure shrouded in black armor emerged, its eyes bloodshot and features obscured. It diverted a wisp of its consciousness to control the special forces template, which moved behind it, holding the God-Slaying Spear in its hand, and slowly stood up.

Both angels showed surprise on their faces, but neither dared to use their Eye of Insight again.

After returning from her journey through the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons, the Holy Keisha finally broke her habit of rolling her eyes whenever she met someone.

With all safety measures in place, Fang Ping no longer hesitated. The sword seed embryo that had been honed in his dantian was eager to try its out.

With a wave of his hand, flames rose from the void and appeared beneath the Shennong Cauldron. Immediately afterwards, pieces of ore flew from the corner of the wall into the Shennong Cauldron.

The primal fire of the Fire Demon burns fiercely, igniting everything around it the instant the scorching flames rise.

The array below seemed to be infused with energy, spreading in an instant and forming a huge barrier.

Keisha frowned slightly and was about to step back when the Shennong Cauldron slowly floated up, and the scorching and distorted space instantly returned to calm, as if all the heat had been swallowed up.

Time passed slowly, and the seven-colored ore gradually melted. Seeing this, Fang Ping quickly increased the output of his magic power, and some impurities began to melt and were gradually peeled off and burned.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and grains of silver substance appeared in the Shennong Cauldron, as Dark Silver was slowly extracted.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the shimmering silver still flickered, showing no sign of melting.

Fang Ping frowned immediately, his mind racing, and he quickly recalled a method recorded in the Sutra Repository.

There are special flames in the world, each possessing the power to destroy the world and a terrifying power beyond the mortal realm.

There are countless types of strange fire, but there is one called Samadhi True Fire, which is divided into three grades. The upper grade is the strange fire of heaven and earth, namely the fire in wood, the fire in stone, and the fire in the air, which are the three kinds of strange fires born from heaven and earth.

The lower-level Samadhi consists of the three fires of essence, qi, and spirit, which can also be called the fire of the heart, kidneys, bladder, and mind. It is a great supernatural power.

However, unlike the superior grade, the inferior grade depends entirely on the cultivator's cultivation level, and the power can vary drastically.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Ping did not hesitate. A scripture appeared in his mind, and he directly made hand seals and chanted incantations. Nuwa Stone emitted specks of light that flowed into his heart, and his understanding of Samadhi True Fire began to rapidly swirl in his mind.

With the blessing of the Fire Demon's essence, his control over the way of fire was already strong, even in a short moment.

A sudden explosion resounded above his soul, as if a raging fire had been ignited. At the same time, the true energy within his body also ignited, and a chill swept over his bladder. In an instant, the Samadhi True Fire was formed.

With a flick of his wrist, a burst of fire shot from his fingertips, instantly filling the sky with divine flames. A sense of enlightenment arose in Fang Ping's heart.

Of the three fires of essence, energy, and spirit, the fire of spirit is perfectly integrated and complete, while the fire of energy is insufficient. Although the fire of essence is supplemented by external forces, it has an illusory appearance. Although the true fire of samadhi is exerted, it cannot be perfectly integrated.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Ping understood that these three fires corresponded to his three treasures and were manifestations of his cultivation. Although the Heavenly Sword Technique took into account all three, it prioritized spirit, followed by qi, and then essence.

Previously, he arrogantly believed that he disdained to cross the Heavenly Ladder, ascend the Heavenly Gate, enter the Heavenly Pool, and become a celestial being.

However, when the Three Treasures reflected on themselves, they discovered that in their current state, they could at most become human immortals, divine immortals, or even ghost immortals by abandoning their physical bodies and using their souls. To become celestial immortals was simply wishful thinking.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he sensed something in the darkness. The immortal realm itself was within his grasp, but Fang Ping always suppressed his cultivation level to the Refinement of Emptiness and Integration of Dao. He originally only wanted to refine his natal flying sword, but by accident, it reflected the deficiencies in his own cultivation.

In that instant, countless scenes flashed through Fang Ping's mind like a fleeting moment. The immortal path of the Heavenly Sword World, after merging with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, constantly comprehending the Dao of Heaven and Earth. Although there were other cultivation methods, they all leaned towards the soul.

Suddenly, I recalled the character introductions and three-dimensional attributes that flashed through my mind when the show aired; almost every one of them was a god.

Then, there is the corresponding world of Journey to the West: Demon Extermination, where all beings, whether human, demon, or monster, are full of vigor and vitality, like raging flames.

Like a elixir of flesh and blood, perhaps this is why the demonic energy emanating from heaven and earth, once it invades the bodies of humans and spirits, can easily cause them to become demons.

Even the so-called immortals and gods have no divine aura whatsoever. They readily devour people and steal their souls. Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing eat people as easily as drinking water or eating rice.

Although I was somewhat aware of it at the time, I only felt that the rules of each world were different and the directions in which heaven and earth tended were different, and I did not realize this point.

Although he did not obtain the cultivation methods of that world, Fang Ping was certain that there was something wrong with that world, or rather, it had a different orientation; at the very least, the soul of that world was weaker than that of beings of the same realm.

If that's the case, then the world of Chinese Paladin represents God, the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons represents Essence, so could World #3 represent Qi?

Looking back carefully, on that day, Fang Ping was surrounded by both the righteous and the evil forces, and even the Heavenly Dao (the Book of Time) was under his control. The Heavenly Gate was upgraded. If a person's fortune fluctuates, Fang Ping's fortune at that moment was absolutely overwhelming, even off the charts.

If that's the case, then these three worlds correspond to the limits that the three worlds can reach, which is indeed possible.

Originally, Fang Ping wanted to fully digest the gains from the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy before venturing into the next world. However, the information he received at this moment, and even the insights he had in the depths of his mind, gave him the thought that his previous decision was completely wrong.

However, upon regaining his composure, he realized the mistake wasn't irreversible. Fortunately, he hadn't rushed into pursuing higher levels of skill, and somehow managed to stay on the safe side.

Just as he was pondering this, a strange movement emanating from the Shennong Cauldron brought Fang Ping back to his senses. The Dark Silver had completely turned into liquid and was undergoing a violent reaction.

Once solidified, it is impossible to change its shape again.

Without time to think further, Fang Ping's soul was guided within the Shennong Cauldron, gradually outlining the shape of the long sword.

Despite having an abundance of theoretical knowledge, the first practical operation was not satisfactory. While manipulating the flames, he also outlined the flying sword. The liquid, like putty, slowly changed shape in the air.

After a few moments, Fang Ping's face darkened, and he decided to give up. With a slight thought, the liquid that had been like an iron rod was instantly smoothed out, slowly revealing the shape of a long spear.

Then, Fang Ping began to continuously perform hand seals, using his divine soul as a brush and his magical power as ink to inscribe the most crucial runes.

The difference between magical artifacts and ordinary objects lies in this step: the inscribed runes, such as those for sharpness, sturdiness, customizable size, exorcism, storage, and all other runes.

Of course, the better the materials, the more runes can be engraved, and the more powerful the forged magic weapon will be.

Fang Ping drew runes in the air, and one rune after another was drawn and then continuously driven into the spear. As he became more and more skilled, Fang Ping's movements became faster and faster.

And Dark Silver truly lives up to its reputation as the most solid and sharp substance in the universe. The number of runes it can withstand directly exceeds the limit of 81 recorded by Shu Mountain, reaching 108.

Among them, the two runes, one strong and one sharp, fit together perfectly, as if they were born to be together and blend together seamlessly.

A moment later, Fang Ping suddenly made a hand seal and whispered the word "condense".

The Shennong Cauldron instantly shone brightly, a beam of light shooting straight into the sky, visible even beyond the starry heavens.

Fang Ping frowned slightly. He had originally planned to refine the demonic sword using the methods of a demonic sword.

Now, there is only one last step left: to infuse it with one's own blood essence and sacrifice one's own blood relatives to the sword.

Essence and blood are fine; at most, you'll be a little weak, and there are recovery potions, so it's nothing. But your own blood relatives? Isn't that nonsense?

However, Fang Ping never intended to take the proper path. He reached out and patted his waist, and a ray of light flew out from the human seed bag, with specks of light appearing in a ball of light.

It was a fragment of Death God Karl's phantom body, or rather, a fragment of his soul.

Without the slightest hesitation, he threw it directly into the Shennong Cauldron, where it instantly merged into the spear.

Without the slightest hesitation, he forced out a drop of essence blood, spitting it out from the tip of his tongue and sending it into the Shennong Cauldron. In an instant, a radiant light appeared, and a feeling of soul merging surged into his heart.

It was as if he could hear the spears cheering and jumping for joy, and Fang Ping couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

The next instant, a sensation came, and the Shennong Cauldron's return to its origin was triggered. In the blink of an eye, Fang Ping understood that the spear had been endowed with spirituality and possessed the ability to transform into a spirit.

With a sudden slap on the Shennong Cauldron, a silver light shot out at an incredible speed, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. It flew swiftly back and forth within the formation, and a feeling of jubilation surged into his heart.

Just like a newborn baby, spreading joy to the world, Fang Ping's thoughts moved slightly, and a gap was opened in the formation. The next moment, that silver light flew into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred-meter-long silver dragon appeared between heaven and earth, with a series of booming sounds, like the roar of a dragon.

Countless angels looked up at the sky, shocked by what they saw before them: a creature from mythology appeared, radiating an aura that could cleave through everything.

A smile appeared on Fang Ping's lips. He hadn't expected that the Shennong Cauldron's Return to Origin ability would be successfully triggered on the very first try. His luck was simply incredible.

This effortlessly elevated the already exceptional spear to an even higher grade.

Moreover, through this process of returning to the source, he discovered that it was more like enhancing the quality of an item while bestowing upon it a supernatural power.

However, the underlying principle is somewhat difficult to understand.

Death has become a gun spirit, that's interesting.

With a wave of his hand, the spear returned to his grasp. Fang Ping tossed it behind him, where it was caught by the special forces template.

It turned out to be a lucky accident, but it's not bad. It can definitely be used as material to synthesize the Godslayer Gun, after all, the Dark Kingdom has greater development potential.

Tianji King Hexi's eyes were full of surprise as he looked at Fang Pingyuan sitting cross-legged on the ground, thinking to himself.

"The mysterious and unique flames, the runes they outline, are more like the code of words, combined together. But what is the principle behind the weapon transforming into a beast? That touch of spirituality is as if it has come alive. Is this the immortal path that Keisha spoke of?"

A sense of exhaustion washed over him. It was his first real-world operation, but he hadn't embarrassed himself. Fang Ping kept recalling the mistakes he had made in his previous operation and the shortcomings that could be compared with those in the book.

Soon, Fang Ping regained his composure, a confident smile appearing on his lips. He was certain that the mistakes he had made before would not be repeated this time.

At the same time, the corresponding runes were also circulating in his mind as Fang Ping silently digested the gains from this Qi refining session.

108 runes is the limit that Dark Silver can withstand. The more different runes you insert, the more difficult it becomes. However, since I have a synthesizer, I can insert single runes and then synthesize them.

This will greatly reduce the pressure and allow each rune to exert its full power.

Silently calculating in his mind, he knew that the perfect combination of solidity and sharpness was essential, and what remained was the ability to slay evil and gods, to be of any size as desired, to divide into countless forms, and to have a connection of minds.

Theoretically, a magical artifact can only hold two different small runes and three large runes at most.

However, Fang Ping, relying on the synthesizer, wanted to try to create the most powerful natal flying sword.

After thoroughly integrating each rune to its fullest potential and having thought it through, Fang Ping opened his eyes. "Since that's the case, let's begin!"

With a wave of his hand, chunks of ore flew into the Shennong Cauldron like flowing water, instantly melting into liquid. Then, runes were broken through them, the movements becoming faster and faster.