From Godhood to the Heavens

The moment he left the Super God Universe, he felt the turbulence of traversing worlds again. Fang Ping's spirits relaxed slightly, and the sense of crisis of escaping danger turned into tension of facing the unknown.

However, this feeling, though complex, was actually only fleeting. Once outside the door, a cacophony of noise reached my ears.

The roar of cars was everywhere, and the piercing horns could be heard from afar.

The moment I pushed open the door, a new world appeared before my eyes. Countless skyscrapers came into view, and familiar characters were everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the special forces template changed from being covered to being equipped. If he had gone out in that outfit just now, who knows what kind of chaos it would have caused.

I walked calmly outside, my eyes searching again. Jeans, white shirts, belted skirts—trendy outfits for young people, dating from between 2000 and 10 years ago. And those flamboyant, "emo" styles all proved it.

It's set in an urban world again. I hope it's not some everyday mother-in-law/daughter-in-law story. If it's something like Armor Hero, that would be pretty good too.

Fang Ping pondered for a moment and began to wander along the road, listening to the conversations of passersby. Holding his mobile phone, Fang Ping determined that the current year was not the world of the Armor Hero series.

2006, this point in time seems to be quite crucial!

Let's find an internet cafe first and see if we can find some key information online.

If you encounter an unfamiliar world, there's nothing you can do but take it one step at a time.

Not long after, in an internet cafe, Fang Ping took out a hundred-yuan bill and watched the other person turn it over and over in his hand without the slightest nervousness.

Gold was a hard currency, and at that time there was no real-name authentication, so anyone could easily find a gold shop to exchange for a sum of money.

With the backpack in place and constantly being folded, Fang Ping had an unimaginable amount of supplies.

After successfully turning on a computer, Fang Ping logged onto the internet and began continuously entering keywords and possible related terms online.

For several hours, Fang Ping gained nothing. History continued its relentless march without any turning point or change.

The Taoist Celestial Master's Mansion continues its traditions, but there are no all-knowing experts or supernatural beings. Various ghost stories and terrifying legends are presented in a mystical manner, but more often than not, fraudulent information is exposed.

There is no Bright City or Happiness City, but there is information about the Armor Hero project being initiated.

Fang Ping spent most of his first day in Beijing in an internet cafe...

When Fang Ping left the internet cafe, it was already getting dark. He was anxious, but he decided to wait a little longer.

Perhaps the story hasn't happened yet, and the world is still peaceful, or perhaps it has already happened somewhere, but it hasn't been exposed on the internet yet.

He hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take him around, his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window.

The driver was a chatterbox, talking non-stop the whole way. He would ask Fang Ping if he was here for tourism, then start introducing the various attractions, and then start complaining about all sorts of unreasonable and unfair things.

Fang would occasionally chime in, which would energize the driver, making him talk incessantly.

As he spoke, he became even more excited, and speaking in fluent Mandarin with an enthusiastic expression, he said, "Young man, guess what I encountered at noon today?"

"Hey, I'd never guess that," Fang Ping blurted out. "Could it be that we've run into a monster?"

"Hey, young man, you might not believe it, but this afternoon, right there on Chenghua Avenue, there was a guy who looked like a beggar who got crushed by a car, but guess what? He shook himself and came back to normal."

I was so scared at the time, I almost peed my pants. That guy looked like a rat. I think he was either a rat spirit or a weasel spirit. He was crazy and chasing after a young man, squeaking and yelling.

Later, it was riddled with holes by dozens of police officers with guns, but it returned to normal in the blink of an eye. If this isn't a monster, what is it?

"I've lived for decades, and today I've actually encountered a monster..."

Listening to the driver's exclamations, Fang Ping already had a guess in his mind. Looking at the Xiaoxitian Times Building passing by the window, a look of "I see" flashed in his eyes.

"Is that monster a monster with a pointed nose and a head of yellow hair?"

"Oh dear, so you saw it too!"

Fang Ping waved his hand, looked at the driver who had turned to look at him, and almost squeezed his body over. He quickly pointed ahead, indicating that the driver should look ahead.

The next moment, with a bang, a figure rolled past the car window and landed heavily behind the car.

The driver slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching, his face turning deathly pale, his hands trembling slightly—a stark contrast to his earlier elation.

Fang Ping wasn't too nervous. Instead, he calmly pushed open the car door and walked towards the back. He already knew where this world was.

Magic Phone, a world filled with classic elements, mythology, and science fiction.

In just a moment, I knew exactly what I needed to get.

And the various magical treasures that this world possesses, the ones that might be obtainable, and the benefits that could be gained.

If one could obtain cultivation techniques and the Seventy-Two Transformations from Sun Wukong, even a low-budget, knock-off version, it would be an extremely joyous occasion.

Looking at the motionless Yellow-Eyebrow King on the ground, Fang Ping walked towards him step by step. Although he was a little nervous, he was not afraid at all.

In just a moment, I thought of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's Human Seed Bag and Golden Bell. They couldn't compare to those in mythology, but they were definitely powerful magical artifacts.

Fang Ping was excited at the thought of how much benefit he could squeeze out of him. Just then, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shuddered and stood up straight.

With eyes full of vigilance and fear, everything he experienced that day in this unknown world, whether coincidence or accident, brought immense psychological pressure to this bewildered monster.

She even felt so wronged that she wanted to cry. She looked at the iron box, then at the person in front of her, and turned to run away.

If it were the original King Yellow Eyebrows, he would have definitely smashed that iron box to pieces with his spiked club.

However, now, the ravaged Yellow-Eyebrow King had almost no courage to resist. He only thought about running away and returning to Little Western Paradise to be with his 500 disciples and grand-disciples.

Seeing the driver stagger and nearly kneel down as he pushed open the car door, she shuddered with fear and turned to run away.

Fang Ping quickly called out, "King Yellow Eyebrows, I know how to get you home!"

The Yellow-Eyebrowed King's cautious turn froze on the spot, and he almost burst into tears.

"You know me..."