From Godhood to the Heavens

Reaching out to catch it, he unsurprisingly grasped at nothing. Although it was clearly displayed before him, this strand of battle law belonged to this divine spark. To comprehend it, he would have to devour and refine this divine spark.

However, Fang Ping sensed that the quality of this divine spark was at most around the third rank, trash at the Nascent Soul level, and its faith was chaotic, with more than half of it being poisonous. He would be a fool to refine and devour it.

However, despite being only at the third rank, it possesses a trace of authority and power, which is quite remarkable.

Soon, Fang Ping had a pretty good idea of ​​why these deities were so incompetent.

This world has no Heavenly Dao, no Heavenly Dao authorization, and no deification. These deities, formed purely through faith, do indeed acquire a portion of the power of rules and authority because of the formation of these deities.

It is equivalent to being deified by human beings and existing through the creation of gods by faith, but in reality, it belongs to the category of wild gods.

It was a form of unbridled development. With faith and divine titles, one acquired divinity, and with divinity, one became a god. Even if one did not possess those abilities, faith endowed the divinity with certain rules and powers, thus granting them control over these abilities, making them no different from deities.

In this way, Fang Ping could even imagine how the first god was born.

Those powerful beings in ancient times were revered as gods. After becoming gods, they possessed divine power, which passively modified their own genes and was then passed down through generations.

If we were to apply this to modern superheroes, and if one day someone were to elevate them to godhood, and if there were enough believers, they might instantly become gods and attain divine status.

For example, if a superhero who has mastered the power of fire becomes famous, and one day someone calls on the internet to elevate him to godhood, whether for fun or other reasons, he may very well be directly condensed into a god.

Even if they don't exist at all, such as the gods of steamed buns and fried dough sticks, if someone establishes a doctrine, gives them a divine title, and dedicates their thoughts, they will naturally be born.

Even at the time of his birth, people did not know what abilities he should have, and after he became a god, he still did not know what abilities he had. He simply had a divine title and became a god. He may not even be able to defeat ordinary people, but in essence, he is a god.

What a hasty attempt at creating a god...

Then one day, they made up some stories, believing that something had happened in the myths, a massacre and death, and that the gods might have died so hastily...

Fang Ping rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling a headache coming on. This might not necessarily be a good thing.

If someone were to fabricate some dogma, suggesting that God's weaknesses should be something, then even if there were no weaknesses, a weakness might be subtly formed in everyone's minds.

No wonder Thor, a mere god, was able to sweep through the Pantheon, killing his way in and out seven times. It turns out they were all just a bunch of weaklings, all they had was a god's name.

Having figured this out, Fang Ping immediately made up his mind that he would never touch the divine status of this world.

Unless one takes the initiative to establish a divine title, divine status, and divine position, and then filters out those toxic beliefs, it is impossible to allow the special forces template to be tested.

He shook his head. He could tell the angel this news and test his idea. If he was well-prepared, he could cause some trouble!

All the divine essences were taken out, crushed into powder, and the power of laws, rules, and authority was condensed and thrown directly into the tender shoots of the World Tree as nutrients for its growth.

Seeing that the power of laws contained in the World Tree's tender buds had become even stronger, Fang Ping couldn't help but nod and then ignored it, since the time it needed to grow was still very long.

Before anyone knew it, fighter jets had arrived at the battlefield and launched missiles without hesitation at the Venom Hulk that was wreaking havoc below.

Fang Ping raised an eyebrow slightly, looking down at the hundreds of soldiers still fleeing in all directions, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

See? They don't even care about the casualties among their own people!

A missile hurtled straight toward Venom Hulk. The vengeful spirit below instantly raised its head, opened its massive maw, and swallowed the missile whole.

The next moment, a muffled sound rang out, followed by a loud bang. Venom Hulk's black and green figure expanded in an instant, and then wisps of blue smoke emerged from his mouth and nose. His pupils contracted instantly as he watched the dozens of missiles that followed, his expression incredibly interesting.

Fang Ping had no intention of interfering. He wanted to see if the symbiote's fighting instincts could still function after losing its intelligence.

All he knew was to neither dodge nor evade, and just tough it out the whole time. This was a completely mindless fighting style. Even if he were killed, Fang Ping wouldn't feel a thing. It would just be a waste of an experimental subject.

However, the next second, Fang Ping's eyes lit up slightly. In the next instant, Venom's body suddenly leaped up and flung out a black spider web, catching all the missiles that were tracking him. The next instant, an explosion rang out.

Fang Ping raised an eyebrow. Spider-Man's fighting instincts certainly hadn't disappointed him.

Immediately afterwards, his foot slammed into the ground, and his figure instantly moved like lightning, leaping high into the air and throwing out a black vine that bound a fighter jet. Then, as if swinging on a swing, several more chains were quickly wrapped around several other fighter jets.

Before the fighter pilots could react, a sudden, forceful tug caused several fighter jets to collide as they swayed from side to side. In the instant flames erupted, streams of liquid resembling vines were simultaneously drawn back.

It plummeted downwards from high altitude, and as it spread its arms, it miraculously formed wings, landing smoothly on the ground.

After witnessing this scene, Fang Ping couldn't help but admire him. Although Spider-Man's strength wasn't particularly formidable, his combat awareness alone far surpassed that of the entire superhero team at S.H.I.E.L.D.

After this incident, the fighter jets also took Venom Hulk away from the military base, and the attack stopped immediately. Venom Hulk, who had lost his target, was stunned and looked up at the sky. Fang Ping was still standing there.

Looking into the distance, a humanoid battle suit is hurtling towards the battlefield at several times the speed of sound.

The classic gold and red color scheme could only belong to Tony Stark.

Fang Ping even knew exactly why they had come to this place; with the Emperor's control, there were no secrets on the internet.

The distress call from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Black Egg was no exception; even without Fang Ping's divine sense scan, the Emperor had already given a warning.

Fang Ping looked at Venom. Genes and combat awareness can be inherited, but what about intelligence?