From Godhood to the Heavens

The old man did not refute this. He had rescued his disciple from a demon's lair during his travels, and his talent was indeed remarkable.

He traveled extensively and cultivated diligently, eventually breaking through to the Emperor Realm. However, it was only a little over eight hundred years ago, which is not comparable to a true prodigy, but he can still be considered a genius.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted him as a disciple. How could a disciple of such a prestigious sect so easily impart his teachings?

Thinking of his disciple, who had never returned to the sect since joining, and who had gained a lot during this thousand-year journey, he decided to grant his disciple's wish. So he gently shook his head and said with a smile.

"This world is boundless, constantly expanding in chaos. The boundaries of the world you envision are beyond the reach of even your grandmaster, let alone your teacher, who would not be able to reach them even in a thousand years with the use of great supernatural powers!"

However, you rascal, even the emperor of the kingdom you just mentioned is no match for you, but don't underestimate the heroes of the world.

There are countless extraordinary people in the world, like carp crossing a river. Within the sect, I know that even the disciples of my senior brothers and sisters, who can kill an emperor with the power of a divine lord, dare not claim to be invincible.

How much better are you than them? And you dare to speak so recklessly?

The young Taoist boy's face showed a hint of disbelief. If it were a Divine Venerable slaying a Divine Lord, perhaps it was possible; he himself could do it.

But how could a god kill an emperor?

It must have been done using magical artifacts and evil magic...

As he pondered this, the old man seemed to read his disciple's mind and shook his head helplessly. It seemed it was time to go back and let his disciple meet the true prodigy.

A dragon cannot be raised in shallow waters. Along the way, powerful figures, wary of his status as a disciple of a great sect, naturally did not want to cause trouble.

And those gods and demons born in the wilderness have no magic weapons, no supernatural powers, and no established Dao principles, so how can they compare with the disciples of this great sect?

Suddenly feeling a divine thought sweep over them, the old man and the young Taoist simultaneously raised their heads, their faces showing surprise.

Interesting. In this desolate land, in such a small country, there are actually other emperors?

Most importantly, that pure and righteous aura was something that the wild and wicked demons could not possess; it was more like the aura of other great religions.

The old man smiled slightly and glanced at his disciple. If he were to return to the sect, his disciple might not necessarily be convinced.

But perhaps the results would be better after being tempered in this wild and untamed place.

So he said, “You naughty boy, you are arrogant and proud. You have never seen a true god. Even if you are convinced by words, you will not be convinced in your heart. Today I will show you what true gods in the world are like carp crossing a river!”

The young Taoist frowned slightly, sensing the powerful aura emanating from the other. He silently tested the strength of the aura, a serious expression appearing on his face.

The next moment, a row of strong men in yellow robes appeared before them, each riding a golden lion. The leader spoke first.

"I, Guan Hai, am here by order of the Emperor to invite the two seniors to my residence for an audience!"

With a wave of his hand, two enormous golden lions stepped forward and bowed slightly.

The young Taoist priest's gaze swept over the group of Yellow Turban Warriors and landed on the rows of Golden Earth Warriors.

The solemnity in his eyes deepened. Such acquired deities and strange beasts were rare even if one existed, but now they were arranged in an army, their profound foundation was extraordinary.

The old man nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you for your trouble, General!"

Guan Hai quickly bowed and said, "I dare not call myself a general. We are merely Yellow Turban warriors, patrolling the city and handling some miscellaneous matters!"

The two stepped onto the golden lion and their eyes swept across the city. Squads of golden warriors roamed the city, guarding the area and sweeping away all evil spirits.

With such a large quantity, such a wide variety, and such a high level of sophistication, my appreciation for them has increased even further!

Not long after, they arrived at the City Lord's Mansion. The Eastern Emperor sat upright at the head of the mansion, glanced around slightly, and looked at the old man, saying, "Greetings, senior. May I ask how I should address you?"

The old man raised one hand, made a hand seal, and slowly announced his name.

"This is Patriarch Qingfeng, a disciple of the Heavenly Principle Sect."

"A third-generation disciple of the Heavenly Principles Sect, under the tutelage of the Qingfeng Ancestor, the Bright Moon Emperor."

"Who are you? Why don't you state your name first!"

With just a slight turn of her gaze, Mingyue's arrogance was revealed, and her aura instantly overwhelmed everyone.

The Eastern Emperor frowned slightly, and even Fang Ping, who was far away outside, couldn't help but secretly feel troubled.

Without a doubt, one of the two people in front of them was a Ninth Realm Emperor, and the other was clearly a Tenth Realm being, but it was unknown how far their cultivation had progressed.

But no matter which one, once the other party gets angry, things will get complicated.

Seeing this, a figure suddenly stepped out, a golden divine rune erupting from between his brows, instantly dissipating the overwhelming aura.

A handsome figure spoke up, "Erlang Shen Yang Jian, a disciple of the Jade Cauldron True Man, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals under the sage of the Chan Sect of Taoism, is here. How dare I offend the majesty of the Eastern Emperor?"

Mingyue was slightly taken aback. Seeing that he was just an eighth-realm Divine Lord, yet he dared to speak to her and her master without permission, it was truly rude.

In Mingyue's opinion, your Emperor is not even a level above me. My master asked a question, and you, a mere subordinate, dare to presume to speak to my master. Isn't that arrogant and presumptuous?

A surge of anger rose within him. He took a step forward, intending to teach the three-eyed man in front of him a lesson, and spoke in a cold voice.

"What kind of bullshit Taoist saint is this? I've never heard of him before! My master is speaking with your emperor, and you dare to interrupt? It seems I'll have to teach you a lesson today!"

The Eastern Emperor lowered his eyes, pondering to himself, but had no intention of speaking.

Regardless of the other party's purpose, if, as they claim, one were to place oneself on the same level as their page, wouldn't that be a pointless lowering of one's status?

Then, no matter how much communication we do afterward, it probably won't be easy.

A hint of anger appeared on Yang Jian's face, and he said coldly, "You junior is so presumptuous, daring to offend the position of a sage. Your master is just a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal, not even comparable to my third-generation disciple, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly and presumptuously!"

Qingfeng frowned slightly, ignoring the verbal sparring between the two, and instead began to slowly pinch his fingers behind his back.

The divination work involves the names of the so-called Twelve Golden Immortals, the saints of the Daoist Chan Sect.

In the past, when the name of the Sage was not in this realm, he, a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal, would have no way of calculating matters beyond this realm. Even if he had some senses, it would have been the best he could hope for.

But now that Fang Ping has come to this world, he has even caused some Chinese gods to revive. Although the gods of all sides have not yet revive, they will surely return in the future. Thus, the Qingfeng Ancestor, who was originally unable to predict or touch the future, was able to touch the future scene by taking advantage of this opportunity!