From Godhood to the Heavens

Time flies like an arrow; several months have passed in the blink of an eye. The place where the divine punishment descended became a land of divine wrath. The laws of nature were in chaos, spiritual energy dried up, mountains and rivers became unbalanced, and the surrounding area of ​​tens of thousands of miles turned into a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Holding the Primordial Gem, Fang Ping led the gods away quietly, leaving everything to the Eastern Emperor.

The main body splits into countless avatars, using the Time-Space Tower to comprehend the laws, while the main body quietly disappears.

In a courtyard, on an altar, a statue sits, and the incense burner emits fragrant smoke that curls upwards.

Fang Ping's avatar sat below, offering sacred incense three times a day, and occasionally receiving Origin Pearls from the seventh or eighth realm.

The only task assigned to the incarnation was to revive the gods.

On the platform sat statues of gods, none of whom were below the level of Quasi-Saint. The one placed at the very front was Kong Xuan, the Peacock King, whose achievements encompassed the Five Elements.

Its statue shimmered with divine light, and a true spirit seemed to be born at any moment. The five elements gathered around it, sometimes transforming into a halo of light or five-colored clouds.

His gaze swept over the area behind Kong Xuan: the Ancestral Witch of Space, Di Jiang; the Ancestral Witch of Time, Zhu Jiuyin; the Great Sun Golden Crow, Donghuang Taiyi; and Di Jun…

And finally, three figures, each holding a whisk, a sword, and a jade ruyi, sat upright in the center.

There are only a limited number of divine courts that can be opened, and each divine court can invite one deity to enter the body, so Fang Ping naturally wants to maximize his benefits.

Aside from their cultivation and combat strength, the laws they cultivate must be at the pinnacle of the laws.

Once the spirit enters his body, Fang Ping receives divine feedback and instantly achieves perfect mastery of the laws, saving him countless eons of arduous cultivation.

The more one comprehends, the more difficult it becomes. Even with the Time-Space Tower as a foundation, creating numerous clones to simultaneously comprehend the Great Law of the Law, the difficulty increases with each advancement of the law.

Fang Ping knew that his comprehension was insufficient. Even with the help of the Nuwa Stone to enhance his understanding, his comprehension of the laws became increasingly profound.

The Nuwa Stone, which was born in the Middle Thousand Worlds, gradually lost its original color, and its help to Fang Ping became less and less.

With a sigh, he turned his gaze back to the Peacock King statue at the very front, which received the most offerings, including incense, incense crystals, and primordial beads, which made up almost 90% of the offerings.

And the progress of the revival is naturally the greatest, as if spirituality can be conceived at any time and step out again from the illusory statue.

By calming their minds and silently suppressing their thoughts, the gods continued to expand outwards, and even the Origin Pearls at the Ninth Realm Emperor level occasionally transmitted back.

The strength of our own gods is also constantly recovering, increasing every moment.

Having inherited the legacy of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong's strength leaped to the second tier of his own forces, and he even began to gradually catch up with Erlang Shen Yang Jian. He displayed various supernatural powers with perfect ease, as if they were his own limbs.

Vegeta was extremely anxious and had no choice but to desperately compress his own potential, constantly fighting on the edge of life and death in order to gain greater power!

The Demon Lord Chonglou, who was already incredibly proud and invincible, was suddenly surpassed by a large number of gods. How could he possibly submit to being inferior to them?

It is said that the only deity worshipped is the Demon Lord, who is the supreme ruler of the demonic path, harboring the ambition of being invincible under heaven, and who has gone to the wasteland at some unknown time.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, the victors take all and inherit everything, while the losers have to sacrifice their very essence, be devoured and absorbed, and become fuel for the victors' advancement.

In a valley, space shattered into pieces, and a crimson figure fled frantically, only to be sliced ​​into fragments by space in an instant.

In the next instant, he was completely dead and his life force vanished. Demon Lord Chonglou, with his hair and beard fluttering, looked ahead with disdain. A divine domain shattered, and one after another, primordial pearls rose up. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the pearls that seemed to be flowing upstream.

Transforming into nourishment for the Demonic Supreme, in the blink of an eye, the aura of that wisp of Demon Lord Chonglou's soul increased by another three percent.

In just six months, the cultivation of the Demonic Supreme's avatar has surpassed that of the Demonic Lord Chonglou and has begun to reflect back to the original body.

Vast amounts of supernatural powers and Taoist magic flowed into his heart like a stream, and Demon Lord Chonglou revealed a smile as he looked into the distance.

There was a demonic realm there, ruled by a ninth-realm demon emperor. Suddenly clenching his fist, Demon Lord Chonglou spoke, "With the combined strength of the two of us, it is not impossible to defy the realm and defeat an emperor!"

He had no interest in constantly killing weaklings and ants of the same level as himself, even though that was the safest way to continuously strengthen himself.

However, it did not cause his demonic heart or his demonic blood to boil even slightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, and ignoring the humans below who were being raised like pigs and sheep, they headed straight for the distant Demon Kingdom!

On the other side, the World Honored One, dressed in a black kasaya with flowing long hair, sat on a lotus platform, with dozens of Arhats standing behind him. After traveling millions of miles, he descended upon a black mountain.

Below Black Mountain, cities are scattered like stars across a chessboard, guarding this Black Mountain.

“Amitabha Buddha, the Divine Lord has said that in order to add a few more Arhats to our Buddhist sect, we should also give back to the Divine Kingdom. I observe that there are several Arhats and one false Bodhisattva here. They should be converted. What do you all think?”

Several unfamiliar emperors appeared behind them, each with a different expression and appearance, but all of them were at least at the middle realm. Upon hearing what the World Honored One said, each of them remained expressionless, but in their hearts, they were already silently mourning for the emperors below.

Those most familiar with this scene are undoubtedly the Moonlit Arhat, the Nine Flames Arhat, and the Luang Phor couple Arhats.

According to what the World-Honored One said during his burial, there will be 500 Arhats who have attained the highest level of enlightenment, and 18 Dharma-protecting Arhats waiting to be converted.

If one attains enlightenment as an Arhat, one can remain by the Buddha's side forever; if one does not attain enlightenment, one will remain nameless.

The Arhats didn't understand, but they always felt it wasn't a good thing.

Because those weaker ones have all been transformed into Origin Pearls, almost all of which have become pills for increasing cultivation in the Earth Burial Ground.

Seemingly sensing the urgency of the gods, the Earth Burial also understood that it was time to make some offerings. Having gone far enough, it was time to return.

The deities below are the offerings prepared in return for the World Honored One's burial!

Excitement shone in his eyes. This world was full of the five poisons and the ten turbidities. In the eyes of the World-Honored One, it was the 18th level of hell on earth.

Even with the malevolent side of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, when the World-Honored One faced this world, he felt that he was saving the world and purifying evil.

It's as if the Buddha's teachings have become even more profound!

Inside the temple atop Black Mountain, deities lined up below, debating which demon god should bring down the next calamity, and which holy deity should subdue it.

It's as if they're meticulously planning a grand spectacle!