From Godhood to the Heavens

Before this, Fang Ping would not have been able to do this, because spells that touch the soul are simply beyond the control of a mere apprentice like him.

However, he now happens to have the Sheep Talisman in his possession, and the Sheep Talisman happens to correspond to the soul.

By simply extracting the power from the talisman and then using magical abilities, one can dissect the soul.

As Fang Ping pondered, a shadow appeared on the ground in front of him, and a figure emerged from it, carrying a large number of items in his hands.

Various viscous liquids, dried animal carcasses, and strange, foul-smelling substances, even foods like onions, ginger, and garlic.

I couldn't help but frown; the smell was truly unpleasant, even though these were just ordinary items.

However, the existence of righteous energy and dark energy endowed them with special meaning, thus giving them magical power.

Even a weak mage can use these to unleash more powerful magic.

As it happens, Fang Ping was a weak mage.

He quickly threw it into the copper basin, and Fang Ping began chanting incantations, infusing it with magical power.

Soon everything in the copper basin began to melt, slowly emitting a purple glow. Fang Ping forced himself to endure the nausea and reached his hand into it.

The moment it was taken out, a faint purple light appeared on its hand.

Two talismans were placed on the ground. A thought arose, and the incantation to extract magic power was recited. Two beams of light were simultaneously injected into the talismans.

The talisman was slowly drawn into the air, and the animal figures above it began to glow. Then, in the next instant, they simultaneously entered Fang Ping's body, and the two stones turned to dust and disappeared in an instant.

In a flash, the image of a talisman appeared in his left and right eyes. The spell had been successfully cast, and Fang Ping calmly flicked away the light from his hand.

Then, glancing at the special forces template, he said, "Your Majesty, protect me and absorb all the light above my head, leaving not a single ray!"

The next moment, it was as if a black hole that swallowed up light appeared above Fang Ping's head. Within a radius of tens of meters, all light was completely swallowed up.

Fang Ping, who was sitting cross-legged below the black hole, had his soul leave his body instantly with a single thought.

He began chanting incantations continuously, the light of the sheep talisman flashing in his eyes, and Fang Ping's body felt as if it were being torn apart.

His once solidified soul was forcibly torn in the middle, and the intense pain almost suffocated Fang Ping. The pain of having his soul torn apart was hundreds of times greater than that of his physical body.

With a powerful will, it stubbornly resisted the pain of its soul being torn apart until the two halves of its soul were completely separated.

Then, a flash of light appeared, and the remaining half of the soul emitted a faint mist, continuously repairing the missing half of the body.

Soon, two almost transparent figures stood in place and nodded to each other.

Fang Ping returned to his body, his vision went black and he almost fainted. A booming sound came from his mind from time to time, and the pain continued to assail him like a tide.

If Fang Ping had known it would be this dangerous, he would have been much more cautious. Fortunately, nothing went wrong, and the mission was completed perfectly.

He looked up at the special forces model standing there, and a strange feeling rose from within his body.

The two extended their hands at the same time, then smiled at each other. Before Fang Ping could say anything, the special forces template spoke up.

"Until the mission is complete, just call me Rahu!"

Fang Ping laughed heartily, a look of excitement on his face. Sure enough, he understood himself well.

Without hesitation, he nodded and said, "Then once you have the Book of History, you can make your initial appearance!"

"Indeed, the history books of time are a major bug in this world. Everything written on them can be rewritten. Although they probably won't include us, just in case, we do need to keep them in our hands."

I wonder if the curse on it will affect us. I suggest removing it and sending it to another world!

Fang Ping thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The history books of time are too closely related to this world. According to the plot, they may even be related to the creator god. They can easily rewrite everything and are no different from the heavenly way of this world."

That's precisely why I'm struggling with how to handle this situation.

"Your idea is indeed correct. Before taking any action, we should try our best not to interfere with the plot, so as not to cause the prophet's foresight to disappear."

But, what does that matter?

The Demon King has awakened, and everything will be overturned. The book of history must be written by us!

Fang Ping raised an eyebrow, staring straight at Luo Hou with a look of doubt on his face.

Luo Hou waved his hand and then said, "You don't need to look at me like that. I'm just saying what you're thinking. Since you're worried that the departure of the History of Time will have special effects."

"Then put it in my backpack. That way, I'll bear the curse and take the risk. You won't have anything to worry about now, right?"

Fang Ping shook his head and then said, "That's not what I meant!"

"I understand, you're just worried!" Luo Hou smiled slightly, then said, "Are you starting to worry that I'm slipping out of your control because of my current behavior?"

With his brows furrowed, Fang Ping was somewhat doubtful. Was he really that arrogant? Could the changes brought about by the black energy be so significant?

"Alright, don't think so much. You are me, and I am you. We spare no effort to create a special forces template, just to protect the Dharma when we are weak, right?"

Now, leave everything to me!

He turned to leave, but then suddenly seemed to remember something.

Then, with a sudden wave of his hand, a large number of backpacks flew out and piled up into a small mountain. Luo Hou continued, "I'll keep some weapons, and I've taken out all the synthesizers. The backpacks are too bulky, so why not try synthesizing them with other items, such as spatial rings or spatial bracelets!"

I'll keep four Flame-grade weapons and one God-Slaying Spear, which perfectly matches my identity: the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords and the God-Slaying Spear. This fits the persona of Demon Ancestor Luo Hou!

Fang Ping took a deep breath. Something must have gone wrong when they separated. Luo Hou's style of doing things was a bit too decisive.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he reached out and the human-shaped bag appeared in his hand. He opened the bag and silently said "collect".

Fang Ping also put away the extra items that were stacked in his backpack.

However, while the human-shaped bag can be used to fight enemies, it's not very convenient to carry things without a backpack.

However, the synthesized backpack was too large, almost as tall as a person, which greatly hindered movement.