From Godhood to the Heavens

After returning to Yuyang City, he summoned Qin Shouren. The moment Qin Shouren saw Fang Ping, he knelt down with a thud and began to weep bitterly.

"Many thanks to Your Majesty for saving the hundreds of thousands of people in my Yuyang City. On behalf of all the people of the city, I thank Your Majesty!"

Fang Ping waved his hand, looked at Qin Shouren who was in tears, sighed, and said, "This is what I should do. Now that Yuyang City has submitted to me, it is my territory, so I naturally cannot allow others to run wild!"

"Your Majesty is merciful, I am deeply grateful!" Qin Shouren cried as he bowed and thanked the Emperor, saying, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, for the passing of our ancestor, I have failed in my duty of respect. Please forgive me!"

Fang Ping frowned slightly, then said, "Get up and answer. Stop crying and sobbing. You're over a thousand years old, what kind of behavior is this!"

Qin Shouren forced himself to stand up and said, "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. It is only because our ancestor protected us for a thousand years that the Qin family has been able to live in peace in Yuyang City. Our descendants are unworthy and unable to reproduce our ancestor's glory."

Only the old man barely entered the fifth realm. The other ancestors were merely subordinate gods. The ancestral spirits had all dissipated. Even after the ancestor was revived through worship, he was no longer the ancestor he once was!

Thinking of this, and realizing the Qin family's future was sealed and their ancestors' spirits had dissipated, recalling their earnest teachings, he was overcome with grief!

Fang Ping looked at Qin Shouren, who was speaking incoherently and appeared to be mentally traumatized. He couldn't tell whether Qin Shouren was heartbroken because he couldn't bear to part with his ancestors or because the Qin family had lost its protection.

As for what Qin Shouren said, Fang Ping actually understood it as well. Gods are born from beliefs, and even after their beliefs are destroyed and they die, their divine positions still exist.

If you worship again and offer incense, the deity can still be revived. However, it is uncertain whether the deity will still be the same as before, even if it still has the same name.

It's a relationship spanning thousands of years, and Qin Shouren's summoning of the spirit into his body must have been over a thousand years ago. It's understandable that he couldn't bear to part with his original ancestor.

Therefore, the gods of this world are immortal, and this is precisely the reason why.

It was shattered into a precious pearl, and its origin was completely devoured, so theoretically it was already completely dead.

However, if one worships again, it is born out of faith, and it is still that same deity!

Or, to put it another way, if one leaves behind a wisp of spiritual light before death, then there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. One can absorb incense offerings to recover, and decades or even centuries later, one can be a hero again.

Fang Ping frowned and then said, "Alright, stop making that gesture!"

Considering what you've done so far, which is somewhat acceptable, I'll give you a choice.

First, I will help your ancestor revive, but you will need to make offerings to him again. I guarantee that the spirit of your previous ancestor will be restored!

Secondly, I will help you choose a new deity with a cultivation level of at least the seventh realm, who can leave a legacy for your Qin family!

Tell me, how do you choose?

Fang Ping spoke directly: Seventh-level deities are easy to find; just pick one from Chinese mythology—the choices are endless!

However, to Fang Ping's surprise, Qin Shouren did not hesitate at all, knelt down again, and said directly: "I choose one. Our ancestor has protected the Qin family for thousands of years and used up his last bit of divine power. No matter what, I will choose one!"

Qin Shouren's choice truly surprised Fang Ping, but after thinking about it, he nodded. The human race in this world was able to survive through generations of ancestors fighting and struggling, so this choice was understandable.

This is a bit troublesome. Fang Ping sighed and said, "Fine, since you've made your choice, let's leave it at that!"

As he spoke, a green light spread out, and the power of time surged forth, instantly connecting this world. Then, in the next moment, a long gray river surged forth, and Fang Ping's figure vanished in an instant.

Standing on the river of time, looking up ahead, the waves within the river seem to be shrouded in mist.

Suddenly, a cold snort came, and Fang Ping's figure seemed to be wiped out in an instant. However, in the next instant, space and time flickered, and he reappeared in the same place.

With a slight frown, Fang Ping sensed something amiss. He activated his Divine Eyes, which gleamed with golden light as he looked into the mist ahead.

A figure nodded to Fang Ping, and it was clear that the figure looked exactly like Fang Ping.

Fang Ping swallowed hard, knowing in his heart that this was his future self, deliberately revealing himself so that he would discover it.

Otherwise, he would never be able to see the future.

A repulsive force emanated from the river of time and space. Fang Ping frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, looked behind him, and stepped forward to swim upstream.

The terrifying power of time nearly crushed everything, but fortunately, Fang Ping had the Time Stone on his head, which allowed him to borrow some divine power, so he didn't need to reverse too far back in time.

Yesterday arrived quickly. Fang Ping looked down at the river of time and instantly locked onto Qin Wudi, who went against the current and emptied the entire city of all the gods of faith, including all the divine light, which gathered towards Qin Wudi like scattered stars.

Fang Ping didn't know whether to admire the other party or mock them, as they had left him absolutely no way out!

Otherwise, not a single trace of true spirit would have remained. So, he looked down at the myriad spiritual lights converging on Qin Wudi.

Fang Ping raised his hand and selected a brighter true spirit from the long river of time, extracting it from the past.

Everything below was exactly the same.

Fang Ping exhaled, no longer resisting the power of time, and was instantly squeezed out by the river of time.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, looked at Qin Shouren, reached out and took out a bit of spiritual light, and said, "I have extracted a bit of true spirit from the long river of time in the past, but when it can be restored depends on yourself!"

Qin Shouren was overjoyed and looked at Fang Ping with astonishment. He reached out and caught the ray of light, then spoke with tears of gratitude.

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty! I am deeply grateful! Please rest assured, Your Majesty, there are still some incense beads left in Yuyang City. It will be enough to revive the Ancestor!"

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and infused it with divine power. The spiritual light grew even stronger. Then, with a wave of his hand, a large number of incense crystals and even some primordial beads flew out of his storage space.

In reality, there is not much difference between the two. They are not round jewels the size of a little finger. The only difference is that the incense crystals are grayish-white and are extracted from incense ash.

The original pearls vary in luster, and due to differences in attributes and levels, they differ in size and color.

However, the largest one Fang Ping has seen so far is bluish-purple, about the size of a thumb!

As the incense beads and the primordial beads, which resembled small hills, were injected, the spiritual light quickly recovered, and in an instant, it grew to the size of a person. Before long, the faint aura began to expand continuously.