Ten-thousand-strong troops stood before him, and Wang Ming stood at the very front wearing black imperial mianfu robes.
He held the Crimson Firmament Sword while nine materialized dragons of national fortune constantly danced around his body.
The injuries he had sustained earlier were also rapidly healing.
There is nothing impossible.
The Green Ox Demon said, "No, the Immortal and Buddhist cultivation paths of you Human Kings were cut off long ago. It is impossible for you to cultivate magic power."
Wang Ming was startled upon hearing this, then said, "So that was it. No wonder This Emperor had no way to cultivate longevity techniques."
His expression abruptly changed the next second, and he said with an arrogant look, "If Immortals, Buddhas, Gods, and Demons will not let This Emperor cultivate your techniques, then This Emperor shall create his own.
If there is no path, then This Emperor shall carve one out.
There are no paths in this world; by walking them enough, they become paths.
This Emperor shall let you witness the power belonging to my human race."
With that, Wang Ming prepared to make a move against the Green Ox Demon.
The Lingxiao Palace in Heaven.
The various gods and immortals all looked at Wang Ming in the world below with disbelief.
"He said he created it himself?"
"He carved out a path by himself?"
"Old Zhang, are you sure I didn't hear wrong?"
Quite a few of the immortals and gods began to discuss among themselves.
Although these immortals and gods were divine beings, they were all discussing with their mouths rather than using any form of divine sense transmission.
Using divine sense transmission in the Lingxiao Palace was nothing short of idiotic behavior.
Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, and Lord Lao at the very top exchanged glances.