From Godhood to the Heavens

In the blink of an eye, Fang Ping understood what it was.

The current Zhutianmen has received a new variable injection, just like the Dao of Yin and Yang balance obtained by capturing the Dao of Heaven in the Jackie Chan Adventures world.

It can expand to leave more coordinates, allowing Fang Ping to not be limited to only connecting the two coordinates of the main world and the secondary world.

The additional variable is the addition of a new key coordinate, which can grant lower-level permissions and connect to a transit world.

Simply put, Fang Ping can disperse the power of the Heavenly Gate, granting others the power to travel from one plane to an intermediate plane.

In an instant, Fang Ping thought of countless ways to operate, and even the most suitable connection should be the World Tree within Fang Ping's body, if it could be opened and nurtured at this time.

Directly opening up a divine kingdom within the body is a pity, but if it is opened in this way, it will not reach the limit of the World Tree. Therefore, it is not worth it, whether it is the items nurtured by the creation of heaven and earth or the limits of all the laws and rules that it can bear.

Putting that thought aside for the time being, the offering of incense and faith needed a stable channel, and Fang Ping didn't mind acting as an intermediary. It was just an extra function, but an extra option.

In an instant, he returned to Mount Bagong. Looking down at the army below, Fang Ping slowly said, "Give them a shock from the angels. Spreading faith isn't always about transactions; sometimes, force is needed to break the deadlock!"

As Fang Ping gave the order, the frozen time began to flow again, and amidst shouts of protection, an angel descended.

His gaze fell upon Zhao Jiu, and he slowly spoke, "The Emperor has chosen you. Would you be willing to spread the faith for the Emperor?"

Zhao Jiu opened his mouth, his mind filled with countless questions, wanting to ask, but saw Angel Chase impatiently shake his head and look at the enemy army opposite him.

"If you're unwilling, your opponent might want this opportunity!"

Zhao Jiu snapped out of his daze and blurted out, "I agree!"

"Alright, let's give the world a real shock!"

In the next instant, Angel Chase's figure soared into the sky, raising his flaming sword high and aiming it at the center of the army below.

A brand new sun seemed to rise again in the sky, then suddenly set, its dazzling light instantly enveloping the world.

In an instant, tens of thousands of soldiers were swallowed up, turning into dust and soil that vanished simultaneously, while a fierce wind and dust swept in all directions, causing tremors.

Zhao Jiu stared wide-eyed as the scene from the anime appeared before her eyes, feeling the slightly scorching air, her heart filled with shock.

After a long while, the dust settled, and the angel's cold voice rang out. Standing high in the sky, he said, "The war is over. From now on, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty will be the Emperor on Earth. Anyone who disobeys will be punished by Heaven!"

Time flew by, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye. Fang Ping's spirit sank into the Gate of All Heavens, and suddenly his heart stirred.

The grand ceremony of Qin's Moon begins!

Outside Xianyang City, the thousand-meter-tall statue of the Azure Emperor suddenly burst forth with boundless golden light. Ying Zheng, who was holding a grand ceremony to worship Heaven, looked up abruptly and saw that the statue's eyes were flowing with cascading golden light, and the clouds over the entire Guanzhong Plain were dyed emerald green.

"Your Majesty, this..." The jade tablet in Li Si's hand clattered to the ground. In the line of officials below the seventy-two steps, dozens of senior ministers knelt directly on the ground, oblivious to the fact that their official hats had rolled off.

Ying Zheng's knuckles turned white as he pressed his hand on the sword hilt, and his dark imperial robes fluttered even without wind. He could clearly feel the golden specks of light floating in the air seeping into his body, sweeping away the fatigue he felt while reviewing memorials yesterday. As the last bit of golden light entered his brow, he vaguely saw countless golden threads intertwining above Xianyang City, all converging on the azure crown atop the statue.

In that instant, all living things in the world couldn't help but look up at the sky, where a majestic figure of an emperor appeared before them.

No matter which direction you look from, it's as if you're facing the figure of a deity, seemingly prostrating yourself below, a breathtaking sight that leaves an indelible mark on your soul.

At the same time, a vast divine sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and all living beings heard it as if it were the voice of a deity.

Spring returns to all things, and all the heavens heed the decree:

I am in charge of the Wood element (甲乙), which governs the generation and development of all things.

Today, the Qinghua Precious Register is opened, bestowing blessings upon all living beings in the ten directions—

Withered trees flourish when they see my tears, and ailing bones are healed by my breath.

The inner demons scatter at the sight of my shadow, and the wronged souls find peace upon hearing my voice.

Spring's beauty rises from my sleeves, and the vitality of all ages descends from this command...

Today, I initiate the ceremony of the all-encompassing radiance of the Azure Sun, bestowing upon all beings the virtue of endless life. On this day, I attain enlightenment, granting it to all sentient beings in the world with karmic affinity, and to all heavenly believers as my four protectors…

Time passed, and incense smoke filled the air above the enormous bronze cauldron. At some point, Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, slowly prostrated himself before the gods high in the heavens, bowing deeply...

"Spread the word well, for within this world, all faith belongs to me. When your lifespan comes to an end, I, the Emperor, will personally guide you to become one of the Five Emperors beneath my feet..."

When this voice reached his ears, Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng raised his head and looked up at the sky, staring at the emperor statue that radiated divine light, his eyes filled with a burning madness like flames.

From then on, with the help of the high-yield crops and smelting technology provided by the angels, the iron cavalry of the Qin Empire swept across the entire world in just over a decade...

But that's a story for another time...

In the world of Shaosong, Zhao Jiu, a transmigrator, quickly analyzed a great deal of information based on what he had gathered.

They possess the arrogance of "my fate is in my own hands," yet they understand better than anyone else that "a wise person knows when to yield."

A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. Knowing about creating gods, cultivating immortality, and the myriad realms, he unhesitatingly borrowed the power left behind by the angels!

Whether it was a case of a fox borrowing the tiger's might or a dog relying on its master's power, within just six months, the rebellion was quelled, order was restored, and prayers were offered to Heaven and Earth at the summit of Mount Tai to worship the Emperor!

A month later, statues and incense ash as large as mountains were sent from all over the world, totaling tens of thousands of tons.

And this is just the beginning!

The Eastern Emperor quickly absorbed all the incense from the statues, naturally advancing to the eighth realm and reaching the level of a Divine Lord, or what could be called a Taiyi Mystic Immortal!

The feedback from the breakthrough in his cultivation level allowed Fang Ping's cultivation to rise once again, directly pushing the Heavenly Sword Technique to the Profound Immortal realm, reaching the limit of the Heavenly Sword Technique!

Looking at the dozens of towering peaks piled up like mountains, exuding a rich incense aroma, even if the Eastern Emperor were to divide them into countless forms and work tirelessly, he would not be able to refine them all into incense crystals.

Fang Ping was somewhat helpless and had no choice but to capture all the gods who had submitted to Yuyang City and use them all to refine incense crystals.

However, it still couldn't shake even a tiny fraction of its power, and every world was simultaneously accumulating a large amount of incense ash every day.

Fang Ping was even a little hesitant to extend the timeline, otherwise one year in the divine world would be equivalent to ten years in the outside world.

How much can I actually accumulate?

Fang Ping found it difficult to measure, and had no choice but to seek a solution from Qin Shouren.

He couldn't possibly waste a lot of time refining incense crystals, whether it was Fang Ping, the Eastern Emperor, or even a clone of himself.

Firstly, it hinders spiritual practice; secondly, there are simply too many to supply.

Qin Shouren, who had been feeling somewhat gloomy about the future, felt his mind go blank when he saw the mountain of incense ash.

This is like a dream. How many people would it take to supply so much incense and ash?

"If a large amount of incense ash is extracted every day, is there a way to resolve my doubts?"

Qin Shouren blinked, and after a long while, he said, "Only cultivators and gods can refine incense ash!"

Such trivial matters are usually handled by the younger generation in the family and the guardian spirits!

However, with the Emperor's immense influence and the presence of countless deities, it would be difficult to complete even without ten thousand deities!

Fang Ping thought for a moment. The incense offerings for one month would require the refinement of ten thousand deities. If the timeline were extended, how many deities would be needed each day?

Even if you captured all the gods within a radius of ten thousand miles, it probably wouldn't be enough!

Most importantly, Fang Ping couldn't possibly trust such precious cultivation resources to be handed over to outsiders!

After pondering for a long time, he realized that even if he were to refine all 3000 Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and 3000 Golden Warriors within the God-Slaying Spear into gods to use for daily incense offerings, it probably wouldn't be enough.

Just then, a light flashed within the Divine Court, and the Eastern Emperor slowly stepped out, looking at Fang Ping and saying, "My divine position can accommodate thousands of gods, and divine soldiers and generals are also within my reach. Why not borrow them from the gods, Buddhas, Heavenly Court, and Daoist sects!"

Fang Ping was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood, and then said, "What Your Majesty says is very true, but are there any hidden dangers?"

The Eastern Emperor laughed heartily and then said, "God Lord, do not forget that you created the Thirteen Divine Courts, which can accommodate the Thirteen Main Gods. However, each of the Main Gods has its own system. I am the Emperor, and the Heavens are governed by the laws of nature, so there are my own rules!"

If you have any concerns, why not just take the gods who have been appointed by the mortal world, those golden warriors, and the Taoist immortals? Some of them have divine positions, but they are only minor gods. Wouldn't it be perfect if they served me?

Moreover, all the gods in the outside world can only be resurrected and have their spirits restored after enduring the heavenly tribulation under this world. Even the Three Pure Ones and Goddess Nuwa, who were resurrected in this world, have a bond of kinship with it. How could they possibly betray it?

A real person is a real person; the deity worshipped by incense is not necessarily a fraud. The transformation from falsehood to truth is inherent in nature; why should the deity be afraid?

Fang Ping shook his head, not out of fear, but because he felt he was going too far. Stealing the name of the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was one thing, but he was destined to be a loser.

But if he were to steal from all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, and one day go to the primordial world, even if the gates of that world were opened, would Fang Ping dare to enter?

Seeing Fang Ping deep in thought, the Eastern Emperor pressed on and said, "My Lord, I sense an evil intent coming from afar, and the entanglements of cause and effect seem to be gathering momentum!"

Before long, the lord of this place will likely discover us, and then a great battle may ensue!

"With such a massive amount of incense offerings, if it is not refined, I fear it will take me a very long time to revive the Nine Realms!"

Fang Ping exhaled, a glint of golden light flashing in his eyes, and then said, "I understand now!"

Thus, in an instant, he returned to the super-divine universe, his divine thoughts enveloped the earth, and his spirit communicated with heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, countless statues, which gathered incense and faith, disappeared one after another.

Then, as if flickering, it reappeared.

Fang Ping's figure appeared and disappeared repeatedly in various Taoist temples and monasteries. One after another, the statues of gods were replaced, and even the lion warriors lying at the temple gates disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Ping disappeared with tens of thousands of statues and reappeared in the universe.

After closing his eyes and sensing the surroundings, Fang Ping smiled slightly, raised his hand, and made a gesture in the space, creating a spatial rift.

With the power of the Space Stone, they traversed endless distances in an instant.

On a planet that appears to be in the feudal dynasty era, a grand ceremony is being held, with figures prostrate on the ground, watching the Buddhist altar being raised.

A figure sat cross-legged above; who else could it be but Di Zang?

The next instant, looking at the suddenly appearing burial site, Fang Ping smiled and slowly said, "Looks like you did a pretty good job!"

The earth-burial attendant clasped his hands together, uttered "Amitabha," and then said, "All beings suffer, and I have come to save the world. Naturally, beings weep with joy!"

Fang Ping's lips twitched. So serious, truly befitting a Buddhist!

"Where is the God-Slaying Spear? And how has the faith spread?"

Di Zang raised his hand, and the God-Slaying Spear appeared in his hand. Then he said, "That Demon Queen is quite adept at bewitching people and brainwashing the masses. She is successful from top to bottom!"

Your faith has spread across several planets, and your idols also exist in this world!

Fang Ping nodded. He had already discovered that in a somewhat desolate ruin, the statue of the Demon Ancestor Rahu was sitting in the very center of the main hall.

One after another, soldiers carved from bluestone followed like a large army, while golden warriors, each with their own unique expression, were seen everywhere.

And on all the statues, there is a faint trace of incense!

Looking at the underground burial site, Fang Ping slowly said, "Would you like to come with me to the new world?"

The burial attendant nodded and said, "Good!"

Fang Ping didn't mind. In an instant, he arrived at the temple gate, suddenly raised his hand and waved it. Without a sound, the statues were replaced and turned back into clay and bronze statues without any incense.

Before returning, Fang Ping carefully considered all the statues, keeping all the Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors, as well as those that might exceed the limits, and carefully placed them away.

However, they did not choose to take everything with them, but instead played it safe.

It is not yet the time for them to appear.

In an instant, he returned to the world of gods. Before he could say anything, he looked up at the sky.

Tens of thousands of thunderclouds, large and small, crashed down at the same time. In an instant, a cyan light enveloped the entire city, and statues of gods of all sizes were scattered across the square.

Then, in the next moment, thunder roared!

The thunder rumbled like raindrops, and all the people in Yuyang City couldn't help but look up at the sky!