From Godhood to the Heavens

In an instant, it concealed its form and vanished millions of miles away, as the laws of spacetime operated and the infinite gems shone brightly.

Concealing his presence, Fang Ping erased all traces of his existence. Then, using the Infinity Stones to disrupt the heavenly secrets and prevent others from calculating his whereabouts, he stood in another space.

Not long after, he saw a city. Fang Ping quietly landed and walked into the city.

He looked around while secretly pondering.

Within the divine sea, the Emperor's status trembled, and Fang Ping was certain that everything that had happened in this world was caused by this.

To be precise, it was all due to the emperor's status, and even the subsequent mobilization of demons was due to this.

The moment he descended, Fang Ping looked up at the sky and felt that this world was wonderful. The laws and rules of the Dao were revealed, and the Great Dao was in a semi-hidden state, neither completely hidden nor completely revealed.

It's like you're just one key away from unlocking anything.

And this key seemed to lie precisely in the realm of the Emperor. Fang Ping's heart stirred, and he did a quick calculation. Although he wasn't an expert in this field, the clues and conditions were far too clear.

Recalling the power displayed by the Eastern Emperor Xianwei a hundred years later, he already understood most of it.

But he was still a little short. Fang Ping wandered aimlessly, following the guidance in his heart.

In an instant, he raised his head and looked at the figures around him, who seemed to be guided by something, converging on the city center like a tide.

A slight thought suddenly struck me; that point seemed to be imprinted right here.

As the crowd grew denser, Fang Ping weaved through it, heading towards a massive temple in the heart of the inner city.

My ears are constantly searching for useful information.

"Brother Liu, please help me! We've been neighbors for decades. Lend me half a tael of silver to buy some incense to offer to the gods. I'll definitely pay you back in the next two weeks!"

“Brother, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s just that the tax on offerings to the gods is getting more and more expensive. It used to cost one stick of incense and one tael of silver a month, but now there’s a big religious ceremony every two weeks, and I’m really short of money!”

To be honest, even this one tael of silver was obtained by my wife selling her jewelry, and we still don't have it for next month!

Who knows, next month we might have to move out of the city and into the wilderness!

"What can we do? Demons roam the wilderness. Without divine protection, how can we survive? My wife and I have had enough, but what about my little granddaughter!"

"Hey...brother, we've been neighbors for decades, I'll help you this once. If it really doesn't work out, at least we can keep each other company next month!"

This world is clearly far superior to the Middle Thousand Worlds, and the number of powerful beings it contains is far greater than Fang Ping had imagined.

Not daring to directly explore with his soul, Fang calmly headed towards the temple ahead, continuously gathering information.

Worship God, receive blessings, ward off demons and evil spirits, seek protection...

As information was continuously extracted, Fang Ping was able to roughly determine what type of world this was, but he still needed to confirm it.

The temple occupies a vast area, comparable to dozens of football fields, and the crowds of people coming and going are as dense as a tide. They buy incense in front of the temple gate to offer to the gods, and then enter the main hall to kneel and worship.

Whether dressed in linen or silk, everyone was incredibly devout, holding a lit incense stick high above their heads and constantly kowtowing in worship.

Fang Ping walked up to a man selling incense for worshipping the gods. Behind him was a huge box. Each person would throw money into the box and then take an incense stick from the table, repeating the process.

The person selling incense wore a yellow robe and dressed as a cultivator. There was a faint flow of energy within him, which faintly carried the power of incense.

A faint light emanates from the upper dantian; the essence of cultivation lies here.

With just one glance, Fang Ping was clearly understood; he could be considered a person at the Refining Essence to Qi level, having taken the first step into cultivation.

Fang Ping casually picked up a stick of incense and sniffed it. It contained various precious herbs and had a faint nourishing effect on the soul.

Shaking his head, Fang Ping stepped into the temple, his gaze fixed on the statue at the very center of the temple.

A colossal gilded statue stood atop the altar, flanked by dozens of auxiliary deities on each side. Fang Ping looked up and saw countless gods.

"The divine position of Marquis Wu'an is actually connected to me by some karmic connection. That's interesting. It must be related to one of the four people who came to track me down!"

Stepping into the temple, Fang Ping wandered around, looking at the hundreds of gods and demons enshrined, from the left and right door gods to the earth god and toilet god, to the shrine of Marquis Wu'an in the very center, it was all there.

Besides humanoid figures, there are also large and small beast gods, ranging from mounts to deities, all present and accounted for.

Within each statue of a deity, a divine light is contained, and beneath the incense burner, a divine light is faintly contained, as if it might come to life at any moment.

Although the square outside the main hall was noisy, the inside was sparsely populated, or rather, ordinary people from the outside world were not qualified to enter the main hall to kneel and worship.

As Fang Ping looked around, he noticed that among the hundreds of people in the main hall, each one was a cultivator, and their upper dantian and sea of ​​consciousness each radiated divine light.

There is a subtle connection between it and the statues inside the main hall, as if they are interdependent.

There are weak ones and strong ones; the stronger one's cultivation, the deeper the connection between them and the statue.

It seemed that all cultivation in this world was bound to the gods. Fang Ping was amazed. It seemed that all cultivation in this world was connected to a divine power.

That is to invoke the gods!

What an amazing cultivation system!

Fang Ping searched his mind repeatedly, trying to recall if he had any memories of this world of divine cultivation.

Unfortunately, after much thought, I still came up with no answer.

I couldn't help but sigh; it seems we're about to lose the advantage of being a prophet.

Touching his chin, Fang Ping smiled slightly. He also had a great interest in the cultivation practices of this world.

In a short period of time, one of his avatars grew into a true emperor, his cultivation so powerful that he could directly refine the entire Middle Thousand World.

Fang Ping thought that perhaps only such a world could achieve such a feat, defying the heavens. Cultivating the divine path inevitably involves offerings of incense, and everyone knows that incense is poisonous.

Fang Ping naturally didn't want to get involved with the grand and majestic path, but there was no need to completely abandon it. Fang Ping roughly understood how the incarnation of the Eastern Manifestation Emperor was obtained.

The cultivation methods in this world may have some merit. He turned his head to look at another location in the city center.

Within the entire city, besides this temple, there is also the city lord's mansion, which is of the same enormous size and exudes a powerful aura.

With a slight sweep of his spiritual power, Fang Ping's city lord, who was at the True Immortal realm, was immediately revealed. With a step forward, Fang Ping's figure vanished in an instant.