From Godhood to the Heavens

The Eastern Emperor's expression changed drastically as he felt the thunder falling like raindrops, as if it were about to engulf the entire world.

Every second, countless bolts of lightning strike the same spot.

The earth burial was also slightly taken aback. Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and without the slightest hesitation, Buddhist light burst forth from his body, and a huge lotus platform shot straight into the sky, blocking the lightning.

Demon Lord Chonglou also arrived at the same time, and the three of them used their magic to forcefully block all the lightning.

It wasn't until after an incense stick had burned that the dark clouds dispersed and the thunder disappeared, and the expressions on their faces improved considerably.

Fang Ping's gaze fell upon the statues, his eyes landing on the locations of some vanished idols, where only clumps of ashes remained.

I couldn't help but chuckle; there were even charlatans trying to pass themselves off as experts.

The next moment, Qin Youde was notified to prepare for a grand collective sacrifice. A large quantity of grains, cattle, sheep, flowers, and fruits were delivered and densely packed on the ground.

Without inviting anyone to witness the ceremony, the Eastern Emperor stepped forward personally, suddenly showering down countless incense sticks and divine power, and spoke abruptly.

"I hope you will forget your fallen state, be reborn in this world, return to my throne, and obey the Emperor's decree, forever unchanged—"

In the next instant, countless rays of light burst forth above the head of the Eastern Emperor, and numerous divine imprints descended, heading towards the statues.

Suddenly, with a slight bow of the head, the clouds of incense smoke, transformed into countless other offerings, surged wildly into the statues of deities like a tidal wave.

As the Eastern Emperor bent slightly, the statues of gods came to life and swiftly dodged his movements.

Without the slightest hesitation, they all bowed their heads and knelt down, shouting in unison, "I... Zhang Jiao (Zhang Liang)... pay my respects to the Emperor!"

In the blink of an eye, one divine name after another rang in Fang Ping's ears, and there were even many familiar figures among them!

Fang Ping smiled, not finding anything unbelievable at all!

In each temple palace, in addition to the chief priest, there are many golden warriors and incense statues accompanying the guards on both sides of the gate.

There are even many duplicates. Now, at a glance, the vast majority of statues have been transformed into gods, while the remaining ones are either duplicates or of such high status that even an emperor cannot awaken them with a single bow.

At a glance, even the lowest-ranking Yellow Turban Warrior should be at least at the fourth rank. However, they would need some offerings to restore their cultivation!

The Eastern Emperor smiled and said, "Gentlemen, there's no need for you to be so polite!"

From this day forward, you are all divine officials under my command. With everything in ruins and awaiting restoration, you all have the opportunity for promotion. We await the day when the divine path flourishes!

All the gods agreed in unison. The Eastern Emperor waved his hand and then said, "I have created a divine court here, filled with a large amount of incense ash. You can improve your cultivation as soon as possible. After your cultivation is restored, refine all the incense ash into beads to help me return to the right path as soon as possible."

"Zhang Jiao, you will be in charge of refining the incense ash!"

Fang Ping was also surprised to find that among these statues were even the three brothers Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang, and Zhang Bao from the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period. He wondered who worshipped them!

But it doesn't matter anyway; it's just right for them to lead the Yellow Turban Warriors.

After all, the Yellow Turban Warriors with names and surnames were almost all generals in the Yellow Turban Army who were deified after their deaths!

After all the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and Golden Warriors returned to their positions, they went to another space to refine incense.

The originally immortal dark demon soldiers, imbued with the aura of the divine path, have also experienced a significant increase in strength.

At the same time, a portion of the spirit essence of each of the deity statues was left behind and sent to the Temple of the Gods. In various passageways and corners, each statue found its place and received incense offerings, along with a share of the offerings.

It wasn't that Fang Ping was harsh, but rather that the temple he built was inherently austere and cold from top to bottom.

At the same time, those with special divine duties were also added to the list.

After the original gods of the Great Yan Dynasty were removed, the vacant divine positions, such as door gods, were filled by Qin Shubao, Yuchi Gong, Shen Tu, Yu Lei, Zhang Fei, Ma Chao, and so on...

The duplicate statues also served a great purpose: they could be transformed into divine incarnations and receive incense offerings, allowing for easy transfer of worship.

Even after refining, it can add an extra attack power.

Naturally, it is also precious.

The ones that haven't recovered to zero are what Fang Ping is really concerned about.

Looking around, one could see the three traitors of the Heavenly Court among them, as well as a statue of Guan Yu.

He is not the God of Wealth, nor the Door God, nor the Sage of Literature; his true divine title is Guan Sheng Di Jun!

Judging from his position and manifestation, he has also reached the ninth realm, so it is normal that he is not in the process of recovery!

As for the rest, there are Fang Ping's other titles, such as Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, King of Demons, Lord of Darkness, and so on...

The Eastern Emperor walked over and slowly said, "These deities are all of equal rank and status to me. If they were to be resurrected, they would certainly be above the Ninth Realm. The God Lord might want to consider it!"

Fang Ping shook his head and then said, "Restoring and consolidating combat power is acceptable, but inviting them to take charge of the Divine Court is unnecessary!"

"That is only right!" said the Eastern Emperor.

The higher the rank and the stronger the power, the greater the difficulty of revival and the more offerings are needed.

Let's wait until Demon Ancestor Luo Hou is resurrected and his strength is almost fully restored before considering anything else!

After everything was arranged, Fang Ping slowly adjusted the timeline, making the ratio of the divine world's timeline to the outside world's timeline one to ten.

Every day, massive amounts of incense ash are transported in, and a large number of statues of deities covered in incense are also consumed by the incense.

In just half a year, the Eastern Emperor's strength had already reached the threshold of the ninth realm.

Meanwhile, in the Prince Heng's mansion in Beiping, a middle-aged man dressed in royal robes with a majestic face looked at the figure beside him and said, "Sixteenth Brother, how is the tempering of the divine artifact going? How long will it take before it can be put to use?"

Thirty-sixth Brother is getting impatient. If this continues, and the news gets out, we'll really have no chance left!

The man in the royal robe on the other side lowered his eyes and frowned, then said, "Refining the Fiend God Blade requires the resentment and evil energy of tens of millions of people. It originally required a hundred years to slowly absorb the resentment and evil energy of heaven and earth and the souls of the people."

How could I not be anxious? I have already ordered my men to perform a blood sacrifice. However, this will inevitably deplete my territory by the loss of millions of people, and it will take decades to recover.

"I can forgo the title of Emperor, but the essence of the being must be mine."

"Sixteenth Brother, you are too soft-hearted. You taught me how to forge the God of Slaughter Blade, and I have already completed it in just over two months, while you are still one step short!"

If it weren't for the possibility of something going wrong, I think one Demon Blade would be enough!

The royal member standing to the side frowned and glared at his brother, saying, "How dare you say such a thing?"

Tens of millions of people were sacrificed directly, the entire territory was devastated, plagues and calamities raged, and countless evil gods were spawned. With this mentality, even if one obtains the position of Emperor, can one remain stable?

By then, they will have become nothing more than evil gods!

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. Foolish brother, do you think the God-Slaying Blade is so easy to wield?

You'll know the price later!

Don't worry, your elder brother will inherit everything from you, including the upcoming title of Emperor!

Meanwhile, the man in royal robes standing to the side, the fortieth son of the current Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, and also the current Prince Heng, had a glint in his eyes as he looked at his brother's confident expression.

A smile played at the corners of his lips, but his eyes were filled with icy coldness.

He thought to himself, "Sixteenth Brother, do you think you have victory in your grasp?"

One strike, one strike is far from enough…

Looking into the distance, he cursed inwardly: "Damn it, if that monster hadn't been so terrifying, I would never have been a match for him, and I would never have informed you."

Ideally, we should fight to the death, so that I won't have to personally harm my two dear brothers..."

Their eyes sparkled, and the two laughed warmly, appearing very close. But who knew what they were really thinking?

With a slight thought, countless cries of agony and prayers reached his ears. His divine sense looked into the distance and saw the Bohai Sea's turbulent waves sweeping across several states, with countless mortals struggling in the waves and millions being swallowed up along the banks.

Within Dongping Prefecture, various poisonous miasmas permeated the air, and the plague was carried to all corners by crows and other birds...

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Above the sky, hidden in the void, figures opened their pockets, collecting the wails and resentments of countless mortals before their deaths.

King Heng frowned as he listened to the prayers and wails in his ears, finding it somewhat noisy. He looked at the birds spreading the plague, nodded, and thought that his subordinates had done a decent job.

They are just mortals, like weeds, impossible to burn out or kill completely. Before long, the territory will become prosperous again.

This can happen once every hundred years, allowing for continuous development and the inexhaustible creation of resources.

Enveloped in divine power, he looked at the countless wild gods, evil spirits, and vengeful ghosts that had been born from this disaster, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Once these wild gods have grown up, they will have a large number of Origin Pearls. They will look towards the Bohai Sea, and a hint of unexpected joy will flash in their eyes.

It actually gave birth to the Bohai Yaksha of the Seven Realms...

Time flies like water. Inside Yuyang City, Fang Ping sat cross-legged, with an altar placed in front of him. On the altar, the statue of the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was hidden in the smoke and fire.

It was as if a spark of inspiration was brewing, but it could never be broken through the barrier between reality and illusion!

Fang Ping sighed deeply, feeling that the barrier was like an insurmountable chasm, impossible to break through.

He even had a vague suspicion that even using a ninth-level original text would be difficult to awaken it.

The higher the honorific title, the higher the price will inevitably be!

After thinking it over, if all else fails, I'll try to awaken an avatar.

Fang Ping's gaze swept over the circle of memorial tablets behind the statue, and a slight glint appeared in his eyes as he seemed to be deep in thought.

If we're talking about the closest thing to revival, then it has to be the title of Demon King!

Perhaps it's because this title is the most authentic, having truly manifested itself in another world, or perhaps it's because the Demon Queen contributed so much power and faith!

In any case, this incarnation of the Demon King is the closest to resurrection.

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Ping looked into the distance. There was an inexplicable sense of malice and the changing fluctuations between heaven and earth, which made him feel uneasy.

After a moment's thought, he flashed into another space, where two Yellow Turban Warriors immediately approached and respectfully greeted, "Greetings, Divine Lord!"

Fang Ping waved his hand and asked, "How many incense beads has Guan Hai refined these past few days?"

The Yellow Turban Warrior Guan Hai immediately replied, "Reporting to the Divine Lord, your subordinates have been working day and night for over a month, refining over a hundred million incense beads."

Of these, 20% were taken away by the Demon Lord Chonglou, another 70% were taken by His Majesty to restore his divine power, and the remaining 10% has been put into storage!

The remaining ash can be extracted in just three days!

Fang Ping nodded but didn't say anything. After the Demon Lord Chonglou's spirit was revived, he went outside except for using some incense beads.

He claimed that his path to growth was to fight to sustain himself through war, and that every time he returned, his aura would become stronger.

The same applies to burial sites; not long after they arrived at this place, they completely disappeared.

They said they went to save all sentient beings, but no one knows where they went!

"Not bad, you've worked hard!" Fang Ping said with a smile. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Take out 10% of the remaining amount as a reward for everyone's hard work over the past few months!"

Guan Hai's face lit up with joy, and he knelt down without hesitation, saying, "Thank you, Divine Lord!"

Immediately after taking the incense beads, Fang Ping spent half a day traveling to various worlds to bring back all the accumulated incense ash!

After repeated refinement, the Human Seed Bag was obtained from Maitreya Buddha in the Demon Subduing World. After the two were combined, it was already much stronger.

Its interior can even hold several stars.

In the world of gods, it was only a little over a month, but in other realms, more than ten years had already passed.

The incense and ash collected, if piled up, would be as high as dozens of Mount Everests!

When Fang Ping handed the bag of acquired human seeds to Zhang Jiao, Fang Ping felt that Zhang Jiao's figure had suddenly become much more hunched!

Left with no other choice, Fang Ping thought for a moment and silently accelerated the passage of time in the small world he had created!

For some reason, as Fang Ping turned to leave, he felt as if he were in a sweatshop behind him. He silently condemned himself and returned to his shrine.

He glanced around, then looked at the three traitors from the Heavenly Court beside him, and hesitated for a moment.

These incense beads in my hand should be able to allow one of them to fully regain its divine power after being revived.

Or, by sharing the burden and allowing it to fully recover, that would be sufficient!

But in a flash, Fang Ping walked toward Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, a smile playing on his lips.

This time, he must succeed!

He focused his mind and looked at the twelve talismans that he hadn't touched for a long time!