From Godhood to the Heavens

In just a second, Fang Ping realized the absurdity of all this. If this were the Dragon Ball world, it would make perfect sense.

Unexpectedly, instead of obtaining the genes of Sun Wukong, the demon king from the Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons world, another Super Saiyan Sun Wukong gene appeared.

This is a world with a bug; even demonic cultivators cannot compare to it in terms of cultivation speed.

Some of these creatures, in particular, seem to be favored by heaven and earth, possessing all sorts of incredible abilities.

Whether it's the Frozen Demon Frieza, the Super Saiyan, or the Namekians, they are all almost like they have cheat codes.

In just one or two decades, they have been able to go from ordinary people to fighting in the universe, and their combat power is measured in trillions.

Fang Ping's emotions couldn't help but surge. He even felt somewhat fortunate that he had transmigrated to the world of Xianjian first and followed the path of immortality.

Otherwise, I'm afraid we would have gone astray.

After all, the complete path of evolution has been outlined by countless predecessors: finding Shenron to make a wish, possessing the Super Saiyan bloodline, and obtaining the Senzu Bean from Master Korin ahead of time.

Then, by repeatedly near-death experiences and recovering using Senzu Beans, it won't be long before he can directly dominate the universe.

A few hundred points of combat power can make you invincible, and a thousand points of combat power can destroy all living things on the surface.

With a combat power of tens of thousands, one can directly shatter a planet in battle. Compared to that, what is the point of hard training?

It's practically a blow to one's mental fortitude; if one loses composure even slightly, one could easily go astray and become possessed.

After all, the path to immortality involves three calamities and five tribulations, heavenly tribulations that obstruct the path, and the invasion of inner demons. Here, all you need to do is keep accumulating values ​​and build up your Qi to the extreme.

However, Fang Ping quickly came to his senses. This world was indeed very strong, but not as strong as he had imagined.

The quality of this world is somewhat low, or rather, the attacks are too direct. What should have been a casual strike that could only shatter a piece of rock instead created a huge crater on the spot.

I just don't know what my current cultivation level would be if converted into combat power.

He shook his head, putting the thought out of his mind. There were plenty of good things in this world, such as Dragon Ball. Although there were various limitations due to their size, they were still worth mentioning.

And even more importantly, those Senzu Beans were eaten clean by that fatso as a snack—what a waste!

He fully recovered from his injuries and regained his energy, going from a combat power of around 100 points all the way to the All-Universe Tournament, as if there were no limits. It was simply incredible...

As for the methods of cultivating Qi, Fang Ping naturally wouldn't let them go either. If it really is as he thought, then the corresponding world is Qi.

Furthermore, Fang Ping had no intention of changing his own species, but the special forces template could, with the Saiyan bloodline of Sun Wukong and the Spiritual Stone Monkey bloodline of the Demon King Sun Wukong.

One is indestructible, the other is bursting with energy. If they can be extracted and fused together, the special forces template will still be their most powerful trump card and talisman.

No matter what, we can't repeat the mistakes of the Saiyan Goku and let a heart condition kill us.

Furthermore, it's simply unbelievable that someone with such immense strength could still be limited by birth, aging, sickness, and death.

He suddenly spread his spiritual power outwards, quickly covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, and then suddenly took off, heading towards Baozi Mountain, where a figure was clearly visible in comparison.

Deep in the mountains, a volcano made of firewood was slowly moving. Suddenly, it stopped, and a head emerged from under the firewood, its brows furrowed as it looked into the distance. It sensed an incredibly powerful aura approaching at an extremely fast speed.

A chill ran down his spine; a primal instinct triggered a sense of crisis. He stared intently, when suddenly a figure appeared.

His mind seemed to go blank, and the instinctive desire to resist rose up, making it almost impossible for Sun Wukong to resist.

Fang Ping looked at the spiky-haired boy in front of him with some confusion, beads of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead and face.

"Are you alright?" Fang Ping asked with a puzzled look, looking at the spiky-haired boy in front of him. The firewood had been left behind, and the boy was small and even looked a little chubby.

These words seemed to shatter some kind of balance. Sun Wukong collapsed to the ground in an instant, gasping for fresh air. After a while, he got up and looked at Fang Ping in shock.

"You're amazing!" Sun Wukong said with a look of admiration, "Just like Grandpa, no... your energy is even stronger than Grandpa's!"

Fang Ping was immediately surprised. It turned out that the child had been intimidated by his aura just now, but he had not released any pressure. He even felt that he had restrained himself to the extreme. How could he still be detected?

Indeed, every path of spiritual practice has its merits.

Fang Ping smiled and asked knowingly, "Kid, what's your name? Why are you all alone here? Aren't you tired carrying so much firewood?"

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't seem to have any ill intentions, Sun Wukong scratched his head and said innocently, "My name is Sun Wukong. I used to live with my grandfather, but he was trampled to death by a big bad monkey. Now I'm all alone."

"This little bit of firewood isn't tiring at all. Don't underestimate me just because I'm small; I'm incredibly strong. Nobody in the whole forest can beat me!"

Fang Ping couldn't help but smile. A thought suddenly came to mind: if he wanted subordinates, he would rather not get entangled in the interests of angels and demons, or bewitch the demon lord Chonglou. Where could he find the loyalty he had cultivated since childhood?

Moreover, the benefits are unimaginable. If one cultivates these abilities in advance, the peak performance achieved twenty or thirty years later can be compressed back into the present.

It might not even be long before they can even challenge that old Buddha...

If the Demon Lord Chonglou is at the peak of the Xuanxian realm, then the old Buddha Tathagata from Journey to the West might even surpass him by a realm. He could integrate a special forces template into the Super Saiyan gene, rapidly boosting his combat power. Combined with himself and Sun Wukong, it's possible that they could sweep across that world.

The Demon Lord Chonglou wanted an opponent. There wasn't one in the world of the Legend of Sword and Fairy, but there were plenty in other worlds. As long as Fang Ping said that he had found an opponent, he didn't believe that Chonglou would not be tempted.

As for the risk of exposing his journey through the heavens, Fang Ping knew from the moment he arrived in the Super God Universe that it was impossible to hide.

He might as well just give up. If he can win, he'll fight; if he can't, he'll run away. Who can stop him?

So what if I bring people? Without the heavens, a single world is just a prison. Even if I can't beat them, I can just run away. Once I'm stronger, we'll see whose fist is harder.

Therefore, having figured this out, Fang Ping no longer cared.

The key is the little Goku in front of us. If we train him properly, he will definitely be a formidable opponent.

Leaving aside the fact that after they grow up, they can extract genes from their bodies to create an army of artificial humans, and then find a way to obtain some mental protection. Compared to orthodox immortals, what else do they lack besides magical treasures and supernatural powers?

Upon closer reflection, the differences were not significant, but both seemed fatal. Fang Ping couldn't help but twitch his lips, but he was not discouraged.

It's alright. There will always be a solution in all the myriad realms, sooner or later.

Fang Ping smiled and stepped forward, then patted Sun Wukong's head. It was as sharp as a steel needle, indeed the true form of a Saiyan. He then said, "Really? You're really amazing. Can you show me around your home?"

"Great! Great!" Goku was overjoyed. When his grandfather was alive, there were still the two of them in the forest. After Gohan died, he was all alone. Heaven knows how lonely he was. He figured that even if Bulma didn't come, he would choose to leave soon after.

Seeing Sun Wukong preparing to carry firewood, and looking at the mountain of firewood, Fang Ping smiled and said, "Leave this to me, you lead the way!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers lightly, and a mountain of firewood floated in mid-air, which astonished Sun Wukong.

"You're amazing!" Sun Wukong stared wide-eyed at the scene before him.

He ran around under the pile of firewood, as excited as a child, though he was a child after all.

Before long, we arrived at a small hill with several houses side by side. There was a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living room. Although the houses were not big, they looked quite cozy.

Sun Wukong held Fang Ping's hand and led him around, introducing everything in his head, extremely excited.

The house wasn't very big, and it only took a few minutes to walk around it and reach a table in the middle. On the table was a piece of clothing and a hat, with a four-star Dragon Ball on the hat that reflected a glimmer of light in the sunlight.

"This is a keepsake left to me by my grandfather. I look at it whenever I miss him!" Sun Wukong suddenly became dejected. Fang Ping's heart softened when he saw this, and he patted Sun Wukong's head.

Then he said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? How about I treat you to a meal?"

Sun Wukong, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised it, his eyes sparkling, and asked expectantly, "Really? I might eat it!"

Fang Ping froze. Although there was a lot of food in his backpack, it was bought by Queen Maeve. Normally, it would be more than enough for ten big men, but for a Saiyan, it would probably only be enough to fill a gap in their teeth.

However, since the words had already been spoken, Fang Ping naturally couldn't take them back, so he smiled and said, "Of course, no matter how much you eat, I can afford it!"

So he raised his hand and waved it, and a huge pile of hamburgers, steaks, fried chicken, and cola appeared in front of him, completely filling the table. It was even bigger than Sun Wukong's size. However, Fang Ping knew perfectly well that this amount of food was nothing.

So he quickly said, "Okay, you eat first, I'll be right back!"

As he spoke, Fang Ping saw Sun Wukong pounce on the food with both hands, looking excited. He couldn't help but break out in a sweat.

Fortunately, he spotted many bandits on his way here, so he quickly moved away.

"Robbery..." Before the dozens of robbers could finish speaking, they had just rushed onto the road and stopped a vehicle when a figure suddenly appeared.

Like a ghost, a flash of light appeared, and dozens of figures fell to the ground simultaneously, leaving only one person who trembled as he raised his pistol and knelt down.

"What a coincidence, I'm here to rob you too!" Fang Ping said with a devilish smile, "Hand over all your valuables!"

A few minutes later, Fang Ping left lightly, taking away a large amount of valuables, and did not forget to eliminate the last robber.

After destroying several bandit strongholds and taking away hundreds of millions of yen, Fang Ping teleported to the nearest city, booked an entire street of restaurants, and started working at full speed.

An hour later, the chef, exhausted from being relentlessly exploited, finally collapsed to the ground.

Fang Ping left a message saying he would come back that evening, and told them to prepare ten times the amount of the same food before turning around and flying away.

When they returned to Baozi Mountain, they saw Sun Wukong sitting alone on the threshold, clutching the last hamburger in his hand, reluctant to eat it. The moment he saw Fang Ping, his eyes lit up, and it even seemed as if tears were glistening in them.

Fang Ping landed directly from the air and patted Sun Wukong's head. Sun Wukong, like a kitten, squinted his eyes in enjoyment and smiled. His grandfather also liked to pat his head when he was alive.

"Have you finished eating?" Fang Ping asked with a smile. "I still have plenty left!"

Sun Wukong quickly reached out and handed over the hamburger in his hand, then said with a smile, "Not yet, I saved one for you, you must be hungry too!"

Fang Ping smiled and spoke, then waved his hand, and a mountain of various foods, steaming hot, appeared in front of Sun Wukong: "I'm not hungry, you eat up!"

Sun Wukong rubbed his stomach, making a rumbling sound, swallowed hard, and then said, "Let's eat together! It's so uncomfortable to be hungry. When Grandpa was alive, he always said he wasn't hungry, but his stomach was always rumbling!"

Fang Ping laughed heartily. Sun Wukong at this age is really naive!

When Fang Ping arrived, he had already discovered that almost all the large wild animals in this forest, and even within a ten-mile radius, had disappeared completely. If you wanted to hunt, you would have to go to a much farther place.

The Saiyan's stomach was like a black hole, bottomless.

Patting Sun Wukong's head, Fang Ping smiled and said, "Then let's eat together!"

To be honest, Fang Ping hadn't eaten anything for a long time. After cultivating, he consumed qi and dew, and no longer needed ordinary food.

However, he could not refuse Sun Wukong's kind offer, so he smiled and picked up a bowl of ramen.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong immediately smiled, tore open the wrapper, and swallowed the hamburger in one gulp, devouring it in a whirlwind.

A slight smile appeared on her lips, and a thought involuntarily arose in her mind.

"Sun Wukong, come into my bowl!"

With Saiyans in hand, how far away is it to fuse Saiyan genes into a clone?

As for cultivating Qi, looking up at the sky, it's as if you've pierced through the white clouds, passed through layers of barriers, and seen the floating castle above the heavens.