From Godhood to the Heavens

The crimson embers of heavenly lightning burned silently on the scorched and cracked earth of the wasteland, like maggots clinging to bones. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh, which was a chilling aroma that emanated from the brutally torn laws.

The gods who had managed to escape were now devoid of any divine majesty. They were all disheveled and exhausted, some slumped on the ground, others supporting each other, their faces clearly showing the lingering shock and fear.

Supported by Zhao Gongming, Zhao Jiu's armor was half charred and torn, leaving him in a sorry state. He stared at the deep pit that had been plowed by divine punishment and still retained a terrifying aura of destruction. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Fang Ping stood at the edge of the huge pit, his figure still upright, but his face was as pale as paper. The golden body forged by the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts was now like a piece of glass porcelain covered with ice cracks, with fine cracks appearing and disappearing under his skin. Every breath he took aggravated the pain deep in his internal organs.

Those were not injuries to the physical body, but rather crushing and backlash from the level of the Great Dao's rules, which were extremely slow to heal.

He forcefully suppressed the metallic taste rising in his throat, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over the Holy Keisha, who had been dragged back from the brink of destruction by the Gate of All Heavens, and the terrified, dim-winged angels behind her.

"Spread the name of a god?" Fang Ping's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weight permeated with ice. Each word struck the heart of the holy Keisha like a cold stone. "What do you think this is? A marketplace for mortals? The higher the name, the better, so you can seize more faith? What a joke! In this world, names are the imprint of the Great Dao's authority! The basis for life and death! The two words 'Primordial Beginning'—do you think a mere Taiyi Xuanxian would dare to overstep them?!"

He pointed to the enormous crater behind him, which resembled the entrance to hell, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with thunderous rage, "If I hadn't forcibly moved you with the power of time and space, you, along with that arrogant 'Primordial Emperor,' would have long been reduced to dust by the wrath of Heaven! Not even a trace of your true spirit would have remained!"

Holy Keisha had never felt such a profound sense of insignificance and fear, so deeply rooted in the very essence of life.

She knelt on one knee, one hand on her chest. Her once sacred and majestic face was now filled with heaviness and lingering fear. The world-destroying might that had almost frozen her angelic heart still left an indelible mark deep in her consciousness.

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. "It was my... grave dereliction of duty. I failed to fully grasp the strictness and taboos of this world's laws, and I failed to effectively restrain my subordinates'... arrogance when spreading the divine name. This is an unforgivable sin; please punish me, God!"

The angels behind her also knelt down, and a heavy sense of guilt filled the air.

"Punishment?" Fang Ping snorted coldly, about to speak again, but was interrupted by a hurried exclamation.

"Fellow Daoist Fang! Look!" Yang Jian's voice was more solemn than ever before. His third eye on his forehead opened brightly, and a dazzling divine light shot towards the edge of the scorched giant pit.

In that space, ravaged by lightning and still bearing traces of crimson arcs of electricity, a chilling transformation was taking place.

The space itself seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, presenting a strange, wrinkled feeling like broken glass.

A few wisps of crimson lightning, like living venomous snakes, greedily devoured the void. Wherever they passed, the rules of space were brutally polluted and distorted, leaving behind black cracks that spread like a spider web.

From the depths of that crack emanated a nauseating aura of chaos and destruction, as if it were connected to some unspeakable abyss.

"Not good! The will of a sage is about to be watching this place!" Zhao Gongming exclaimed in alarm. His master was the Tongtian Sect Master, and he himself was once a powerful being at the Quasi-Sage level. Naturally, he could instantly sense this sage's will.

Without thinking too much, he borrowed the Eight Treasures Jade Ruyi, which could hold countless incense sticks, from Zhao Jiu in an instant, and threw it into the sky.

"We must conceal the secrets of Heaven, otherwise even if the sage is asleep, the will of Heaven will act on his behalf. The power contained in this incense artifact can only conceal the secrets for three breaths at most. If there is no true innate spiritual treasure, we will surely be discovered."

Fang Ping's expression also changed drastically. The Demon Ancestor Luo Hou had not yet been born, but had only separated an avatar. Although it was related to the Saintly Position, it had not directly come into contact with him and still had a chance to avoid it.

But this time, calling upon the name of the god directly implies an indirect connection, which, as Zhao Gongming said, might actually be troublesome.

His expression changed slightly, his mind racing. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and the three combined Infinity Stones and the AllSpark flew out simultaneously. He asked, "Is this acceptable?"

Zhao Gongming's gaze instantly fell on the Time-Space Stone, the Mind and Soul Stone, and the Reality and Power Stone—the three composite stones.

He quickly said, "I can't see through that source of fire. Although it has the power to conceal the secrets of heaven, it's not professional. These three low-grade innate spiritual treasures, although close to mid-grade, are still not enough."

Even a wisp of a saint's will requires at least a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure!

Fang Ping's expression shifted slightly as he watched the rapidly dissolving Eight Treasures Jade Ruyi. Without hesitation, he suddenly reached out, and a special frame appeared. He then placed the Time-Space Gem in the main position, with the Mind and Soul Gems on the side.

Without the slightest hesitation, he clicked "Merge" and a burst of light erupted. Ignoring the astonished looks of the crowd, he placed the Power Stone and Reality Stone to the side again and continued his previous actions.

In an instant, a dazzling light shone forth, revealing a brilliant gem that exuded an incredibly rich and powerful aura. Reality and illusion intertwined, time and space flowed, as if all things were contained within it.

Zhao Gongming's eyes were filled with horror, and then in the next instant, he didn't care about anything else and said directly, "Activate the spiritual treasure to conceal the secrets of heaven!"

Fang Ping suddenly snapped his fingers, pulling everyone into another space. In an instant, he created a virtual scene, editing and overlapping the footage before and after the thunderbolt struck.

Then that will swept across, and everything was in sight.

A foolish little god, who dared to claim the title of Primordial God, was instantly reduced to ashes by a bolt of heavenly lightning.

It's as if reality is like this, and as if it should be.

After all, even the first strike of heavenly lightning was comparable to a strike from a Great Luo Immortal. How could a mere Taiyi Xuanxian withstand it?

Then, his gaze swept across the land, and everything returned to calm.

Silence reigned for a very long time. It seemed as if even the gods had stopped breathing. Only when the tribulation clouds dispersed and the laws vanished did a sigh escape.

Fang Ping glanced around, his expression somewhat grim, and asked, "What are the losses?"

Yang Jian frowned, sighed, and said, "Fortunately, the three divine courts have already set out on their expedition. The gods left behind are all our mobile forces, and they are not coming for us."

Before the lightning struck, they sensed it and managed to escape some distance, so the losses weren't too great!

Holy Keisha's expression was also extremely ugly. Under the heavenly tribulation, let alone them, even the Sunset Emperor could hardly move an inch. Even if it was just a ripple, it was not something that the little angels could sense.

In an instant, it was as if everyone had gone offline, losing all their abilities and falling like raindrops.

If Fang Ping hadn't exerted all his strength to open the Gates of Heaven below and then push them upwards, enveloping all the angels and the Sunset Emperor, it wouldn't have been for him.

In that instant, everything was over!

It seemed that everything was over, and all was well, but Fang Ping knew in his heart that if he had made a wrong move, it would have been a catastrophe.

So-called divine will is not what the sages intended. Before you know it, you'll find yourself in a struggle with the two sages of this world!