From Godhood to the Heavens

With a slight thought, his spiritual power spread towards the Demon Realm, instantly reaching tens of millions of miles, stretching endlessly, a mixture of endless volcanic lava and Gobi desert, its territory dozens of times larger than the human realm, yet the number of living beings there was pitifully small.

In a single thought, Fang Ping found himself unable to survey the entire Demon Realm, and could only shake his head helplessly.

So he held his breath and focused his mind, carefully sensing the aura of everyone in the world.

Not long after, hundreds of thousands of miles away, a powerful yet weak aura appeared in my mind.

Fang Ping's heart stirred slightly, and in an instant he teleported away. A huge stone pillar was covered with restrictive runes. A black chain pierced through his dantian and tailbone, and then continued to wrap around him, firmly fixing that majestic figure to the top of the stone pillar.

The dried blood flowed down the chains, forming puddles. Some monsters below licked the blood, as frantically as wolves.

Fang Ping frowned slightly. The two horns that were originally the symbol of the demon race had disappeared, leaving only two bloody holes on his head. Strands of his hair were stuck together with blood. Starting from his shoulder blades, there was also a patch of blood. His original wings had also been broken.

Watching the low-level demons below, who were even throwing stones at Demon Lord Chonglou from time to time, causing him to sway and drip blood, followed by a scramble, Fang Ping couldn't help but frown.

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs, a dragon stranded in shallow waters is mocked by shrimp. Such a weak creature has actually gone to such lengths to be so heartless and insane.

It's truly lamentable that the rulers of the demon realm, who are supposed to be so easily bullied by a group of low-level demons, are actually being treated this way.

In the blink of an eye, a beam of light pierced through all the demons, blood splattered, and figures fell one after another, completely losing their life force.

Then darkness descended, pulling all the corpses into the darkness, and the place was instantly transformed.

Sensing the commotion outside, Demon Lord Chonglou struggled to raise his head, his eyes bloodshot. When he saw Fang Ping, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

A pang of indescribable guilt rose in my heart. I had been warned, but I still fell for it. It was somewhat embarrassing.

"You've come!" Demon Lord Chonglou forced a miserable smile.

Fang Ping nodded and calmly said, "I'm here!"

"You look much stronger than before!"

Fang Ping didn't deny it, but nodded and said with a smile, "I have to admit, you have a good eye!"

"Hehe, it's a pity that I can't have a serious fight with you now!" Demon Lord Chonglou said regretfully, his face full of regret.

Fang Ping almost laughed out of anger, and said irritably, "Is your brain just full of muscles?"

"You don't understand the loneliness of having no rivals!"

Fang Ping's lips twitched, and he shook his head helplessly. This guy's hot-blooded, immature teenage syndrome had relapsed.

A sword light materialized in his hand, and he slashed at the chains binding Demon Lord Chonglou.

The next second, a clanging sound rang out as chains were shattered, and Demon Lord Chonglou's figure plummeted from the sky to the ground.

Forcibly supporting his body, without being too disheveled, Demon Lord Chonglou grabbed the chains binding him and ripped them out of his body. Blood gushed out immediately, the scene resembling a slaughterhouse, extremely bloody, and even some internal organs were torn out.

Fang Ping's teeth ached slightly, and he couldn't help but gasp. He raised his hand, took out a magic bean, and threw it at Demon Lord Chonglou.

Demon Lord Chonglou reached out and took it, a hint of doubt in his expression, when Fang Ping said, "Eat it, it should be almost ready!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Demon Lord Chonglou threw it into his mouth and began to chew. In the next instant, his injuries began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood churned on his head, and two slightly pinkish bull horns burst out. The muscles behind him trembled incessantly, and a pair of black wings unfolded in an instant, seemingly able to envelop the Demon Lord Chonglou entirely.

A terrifying aura instantly rose up, violently pulverizing the stone pillar behind him. Fang Ping seriously suspected that Demon Lord Chonglou had done it on purpose.

A moment later, Demon Lord Chonglou opened his eyes, clenched his fist, and a hint of excitement appeared on his lips. But then he touched his chest, couldn't help but frown, and spoke directly.

Why didn't my heart grow?

Fang Ping twitched the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, and said, "It's probably because your wings and horns were eaten, but your heart is still inside someone else's body!"

Upon arrival, Fang Ping saw a large bronze cauldron standing not far away. It was already dry, but the feathers and bones beside it clearly came from the Demon Lord Chonglou.

Upon hearing what Fang Ping said, Demon Lord Chonglou felt a surge of anger, his nostrils flaring involuntarily. This humiliation was simply too much to bear.

Since his birth, when has the Demon Lord Chonglou ever suffered a defeat? He never expected to be ambushed by a despicable villain, and to suffer such a miserable defeat.

How humiliating, how tragic!

"Where is that evil aura? I will tear it to pieces!"

Demon Lord Chonglou gritted his teeth and spoke, his expression extremely ferocious.

Shaking his head slightly, Fang Ping smiled and said, "Unfortunately, it's too late for you!"

"Why?" Demon Lord Chonglou asked, puzzled. He retorted, "I was ambushed and caught off guard, which is why I fell into their trap."

Fang Ping smiled and said, "It's very simple. I've already destroyed the Evil Sword Immortal, making him completely disappear from this world. So you can't tear him to pieces!"

Demon Lord Chonglou paused abruptly, his gaze fixed intently on Fang Ping, his fists clenched tightly.

Seeing this, Fang Ping quickly said, "I just saved you and helped you get revenge. You don't want to repay kindness with enmity and insist on fighting me now, do you?"

Demon Lord Chonglou instinctively shook his head. Just as Fang Ping said, he really couldn't be that shameless. So he could only furrow his brows tightly, his face full of struggle.

Fang Ping could only sigh helplessly and asked, "Do you know where that evil thought came from?"

Fang Ping had already planned out what to say next, but he was shocked the next moment.

Demon Lord Chonglou calmly said, "I know. The Pure Dharma of Mount Shu originated from the Heavenly Realm, and so did that evil thought."

The Heavenly Realm sealed off the passage to the mortal realm. After the Jing Tian brothers used the Well of Gods and Demons to go to the Heavenly Realm, the Evil Sword Immortal appeared and took the opportunity to injure me.

Then the Well of Gods and Demons was sealed. During this time, I've been thinking that in the end, the only one who will reap the greatest benefits from this catastrophe of the Six Realms is that unfathomable Heavenly Emperor!

Fang Ping was genuinely surprised by Demon Lord Chonglou's answer. He never expected that Demon Lord Chonglou, whose mind was only filled with the desire for battle, could see through this point.

Demon Lord Chonglou frowned, feeling an invisible malice wash over him. He looked at Fang Ping with displeasure and said, "What kind of look is that? It's just that there's no one in this world worth my attention."

"Ahem..." Fang Ping cleared his throat and then said, "You misunderstood. I was just wondering what the Heavenly Emperor's stance really is?"

Demon Lord Chonglou snorted coldly, then said, "It's nothing more than controlling the power of the Six Paths, wanting the Immortal Path to be above the Six Paths, thereby advancing to a higher level and stepping into that realm!"

"Oh~" Fang Ping was somewhat surprised, so he asked, "If that's the case, then one should be able to transcend the six realms, control heaven and earth, and advance to a higher level. Why doesn't the Demon Lord give it a try?"

Demon Lord Chonglou frowned, glanced at Fang Ping, and said coldly, "Although the Dao of Heaven and Earth is seen as a supreme path by all living beings, in my eyes, they are nothing more than a group of useless people who rely on Heaven and Earth."

Only when power is under one's own control does one deserve to be called a strong person.

Then he shook his head, looked down at Fang Ping with a disdainful expression, and said with a sigh, "Judging from the path you've taken, I thought we were kindred spirits. I never expected you to ask such a question."

Fang Ping was speechless. This guy's arrogant attitude was really asking for a beating!

But Fang Ping really didn't want to fight a meaningless battle or do something that wouldn't bring him any benefit.

So he shook his head helplessly and said, "Let's talk about things related to the Heavenly Emperor!"

Demon Lord Chonglou frowned, pondered for a long time, and then said, "He claims to rule the six realms and is rumored to be the spirit of the great god who created the world after his death. He is the most ancient god."

In the past, there was a period of hegemony, during which the gods he created were placed above all other beings in the five realms.

It once unleashed a cataclysmic disaster and launched a great war, resulting in heavy casualties among the gods, and causing varying degrees of damage to the human, demon, and monster realms.

After being severely damaged by the combined forces of the goddess Nuwa and the goddess Shennong, it sealed off the celestial realm for hundreds of thousands of years and never directly interfered in anything concerning the other five realms again.

However, no living being explicitly objected to the title of Lord of the Six Realms.

And so all was well! I am still relatively young, and these rumors were all heard from the old Demon Lord of the Demon Realm; how much of it is true and how much is false, I myself do not know!

Fang Ping sighed helplessly, wondering if it was true or not, and how he could be so self-righteous.

Fang Ping's expression was completely undisguised, and even the Demon Lord Chonglou felt somewhat embarrassed, so he had no choice but to speak up: "Although I don't know whether the past history is true or false, based on my own perception..."

The Heavenly Emperor sitting on the throne now is not as domineering as in past legends; on the contrary, he shares some similarities with the five Taoist priests of Mount Shu.

Fang Ping couldn't help but raise his head, and said with some surprise, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Is it really similar to the five Shu Mountain elders who cultivated the Purest Method?"

"Hmph!" Demon Lord Chonglou tossed his head, turned his back to Fang Ping, and said with a slight tilt of his head, "How could my words be wrong?"

Fang Ping frowned deeply. Could it be that this wisp of evil thought was actually an incarnation of the Heavenly Emperor's evil thought?

If that's really the case, and the growth rate far exceeds that of the evil thoughts transformed by the five elders, then it's truly possible!

However, the evil thoughts of the Heavenly Emperor in disguise are far too weak!

Could it be that it's also sealed away?

But why? Why cut off a part of yourself?

Fang Ping frowned. Even evil thoughts are still a part of himself. Even though the current Heavenly Emperor is considered the strongest in this world, in Fang Ping's view, even if he is stronger than the Demon Lord Chonglou, he is at most only one major realm apart.

Becoming a saint is still a long way off!

But then I thought, if I controlled the Six Paths, the laws of heaven and earth would move at my will, and my words would be like imperial decrees, making me a saint in this world!

Having only been within this realm and never having witnessed the vastness of the heavens, this choice is quite logical.

Seeing Fang Ping's furrowed brows, Demon Lord Chonglou snorted and said, "Whether he's the one causing trouble or not, just go to the Heavenly Realm and ask, and you'll know."

If he truly was plotting against me from behind, then the Flaming Blood Blade in my hand might not necessarily be of any use!

Fang Ping thought about it for a moment. He wasn't really too concerned about the Heavenly Emperor's thoughts, but he was also quite curious about this kind of world, regardless of whether fate was predetermined.

If one's own existence is also considered an anomaly, why not take action personally?

Despite clearly feeling the malice from the heavens, it was as if the thunder was all bark and no bite, allowing him to pass through the tribulation of lightning with almost no effort!

At least, Fang Ping had never experienced that kind of deadly crisis.

After thinking for a moment, a smile appeared on his lips. What Demon Lord Chonglou said was indeed correct. Since he couldn't figure it out, why not ask him himself?

If it really is as I think, having another safe backyard is like having another way out.

If the situation is truly hopeless, then what's wrong with a major battle?

At the very least, the Heavenly Emperor must understand that even if he cannot kill him now, he still possesses the power to destroy the Heavenly Realm.

Then he looked at Demon Lord Chonglou and said with a smile, "In that case, Demon Lord, would you be willing to come with me on this journey?"

"Why not!" Demon Lord Chonglou snorted coldly and said, "The Six Realms are vast; where can't I go?"

Fang Ping had no choice but to nod and say, "Thank you very much, Demon Lord!" The man before him was warlike and pretentious, like a donkey that could be stroked.

Demon Lord Chonglou raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike. The black and red demonic flames instantly incinerated the debris on the ground. A curved blade appeared on the back of his hand, which he slashed into the air, creating a spatial rift in front of him.

He strode ahead, heading directly into the spatial rift.

With his finger firmly locked onto the figure of Demon Lord Chonglou, Fang Ping placed it between his eyebrows, and his figure vanished instantly, heading towards the horizon.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate, a group of celestial soldiers and generals clad in divine armor, seeing the two attackers, simultaneously raised their weapons without hesitation, their eyes gleaming with vigilance, and shouted in a cold voice: "Who goes there? How dare you trespass into the South Heavenly Gate! Retreat at once, or you will be killed or humiliated!"

A cold glint flashed in Demon Lord Chonglou's eyes as he slowly raised his hand, and streaks of blood-red light appeared on his scimitar.