From Godhood to the Heavens

In an instant, countless immortals and gods perished. Those whose names were on the Investiture of the Gods list almost all died out, living off incense offerings to maintain their divine status and building temples to attain divine positions.

When the calamity of the end times arrived, Fang Ping effortlessly wiped out most of the Heavenly Court's forces, but all of this could not change the fundamental situation.

It was precisely for this reason that when Fang Ping raised his hand again with a strange smile on his face, the Jade Emperor, the Supreme Dao Ancestor, the Buddha Tathagata, and the Maitreya Buddha all felt a sense of unease.

In the next instant, Fang Ping raised his hand again, and at the same time, a leisurely voice rang out.

"It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others, and better to worship yourself than to worship gods. Your future is destined for destruction, but what about me?"

The sound of fingers colliding rang out, and a surge of temporal power instantly flowed into Fang Ping's body.

In the blink of an eye, within the Earthly Fiend Divine Power, a divine connection was made, linking time and leading to the distant future.

In the blink of an eye, the waves of time surged past my ears, marching toward the future.

Time maintained communication, and the power of time acted upon the soul, causing a smile to instantly appear on Fang Ping's face.

Ten or twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, but his body remained unchanged, proving that Fang Ping's idea had been realized.

If today is the time of death, then it is merely the application of the power of time to oneself, and the next moment should be the time of death.

But no, it continued moving towards the future, and Fang Ping could sense his power constantly increasing.

He could even communicate with his future self at any time, but Fang Ping didn't stop; he wanted to see where his limits were.

A hundred years passed quickly. The river of time, which was originally like a trickle, seemed to rush into the sea in an instant, connecting to the deepest source. In a flash, it became vast and boundless. In just a moment, Fang Ping's spirit settled in place.

A sense of profound realization arose in my mind: that's enough, I've reached my limit.

Continuing down this path may affect my future self.

In a single thought, he bowed deeply in front of him, and in the next instant, he used his supernatural powers to invite the gods!

In a desolate and wild world, Fang Ping sat cross-legged in the void, a slight smile on his lips. He looked up at the sky, as if gazing at his past self in the river of time.

The next instant, he nodded slightly, and an avatar wearing a nine-tasseled imperial crown, a king's sword at his waist, and a black dragon robe, with an unparalleled aura, stepped out of his body and walked towards the river of time and space.

The next instant, Fang Ping, after casting the Summoning of the Gods spell, suddenly opened his eyes. A divine aura flashed in his eyes, and an aura of an emperor high above the nine heavens filled the entire sky in an instant.

A terrifying Dharma body appeared in an instant, as if the entire Middle Thousand Worlds could not contain its surging and magnificent figure.

As if held in the palm of one's hand, lifted up from the chaos, looking down at the ground, a trace of nostalgia flashes in one's eyes, as if it were a memory from a very long time ago.

In an instant, the Jade Emperor looked up at the illusory figure, his eyes filled with disbelief. The emperor's status between heaven and earth had been stripped away and taken over in that very moment.

"How is this possible? A pure incarnation of the Emperor's rank!"

Before they could react, a glance downwards revealed an immense power descending upon them.

Countless laws surged, countless magical treasures gathered, and countless techniques were unleashed. Yet, under this gaze, everything turned to dust in an instant.

Fang Ping watched helplessly as the four Taiyi Immortals and countless Xuanxian, who resided high in the heavens, shattered in an instant, turning into ashes like bubbles.

Then, in the next instant, the colorful glass beads disappeared into the void, and Fang Ping knew that they had been taken away.

The next second, that majestic figure raised his hand and waved it, causing countless shimmering lights to surge towards Fang Ping's dantian.

In an instant, the power was injected into the World Tree. The next moment, the World Tree, which was originally just a sapling, suddenly surged with power, upgrading from the Lesser Thousand World to the Middle Thousand World. However, before it could fully develop, resources were already insufficient.

In the third second, this world collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, like lightning, and everyone appeared out of thin air on another platform, looking down at the world below.

In an instant, it began to shrink. What was originally vast and boundless, with 33 heavens above, 18 levels of hell below, four major continents in the middle, and countless secret realms, was like an enormous bubble, and then it shrank wildly.

In an instant, it transformed into a round bead, enveloped by the crystal walls of the world, like a dream.

The crowd stared wide-eyed at everything that had turned upside down in an instant; the situation had changed so fast that they couldn't keep up.

With a slight lift of his hand, a drop of blood and a divine soul were imprinted within it, and a faint sensation appeared between Fang Ping and the round bead.

At the last moment, the figure met Fang Ping's gaze and nodded slightly. It was as if countless pieces of information flooded into his mind, and Fang Ping's heart trembled, suppressing his surging emotions.

Then the faint connection disappeared, and Fang Ping slowly exhaled, his eyes filled with excitement.

That remaining message echoed in my mind.

The four Taiyi and Xuanxian that were refined were used as travel expenses, and all the resources of this world were put into the World Tree to ensure its advancement.

This bead represents the last path left by the Supreme Dao Lord: when weakness is no longer an option and this world can no longer exist, the entire world should be refined, packaged, and taken away as an ark to sail through the chaos.

That figure was one of Fang Ping's incarnations, the Eastern Manifestation Emperor.

The information left behind is limited, but it is still quite shocking.

This realm has been transformed into the World Pearl, which can be used for attacks or within the chaos. It was created by the Supreme Dao Ancestor who poured almost all innate materials into it and refined them.

It's usable, so I'll leave it to Fang Ping as a means of self-defense. Besides, only by cultivating diligently and maintaining his immortal cultivation can he have a chance to transcend.

Fang Ping slowly exhaled, a thousand thoughts surging in his mind. The incarnation of the Eastern Manifestation Emperor, with his powerful divine cultivation, though he didn't know what realm it was, was clearly incredibly strong.

He left no further advice, nor any guidance from the future, seemingly to avoid interfering with his current choices.

"The Eastern Manifestation Emperor?"

I've got it!

Fang Ping pondered for a long time, and then a smile appeared on his face. It wasn't that there was no guidance, but in just a hundred years, an avatar had grown to such a level, which was already the greatest guidance.

A thought suddenly struck me: it seems it's time to start a new world.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Gate of All Heavens immediately emitted a beam of light and headed towards the depths of chaos.