This World Forbids Mutual Slaughter; Yet a Python Sparrow Can Swallow a Dragon! (13)
Different Dimension.
Each star is silent in this very moment.
Two majestic beings are facing off. The Six-Armed Mahakala is displaying his wrathful form, brandishing his Vajra Pestle, which obliterates a patch of starlight as it crashes down on the Ancestor of Land Immortals!
'Thump!!'
The Vajra Pestle struck the Daoist scripture that hung above the head of the Ancestor of Land Immortals, Vajra Pestle shattered with a crash.
This is already the umpteenth Divine Artifact that the Six-Armed Mahakala has shattered.
"Misunderstand!"
He was still roaring, but now he was truly enraged, and a jade Jade Bottle appeared before him.
The Daoist priest, who was about to continue beating the Mahakala, slowed down and narrowed his eyes:
"A Supreme Treasure? Old man, you've kept it well hidden."
The Six-Armed Mahakala looked grim, let out a cold snort, and formed a large profound hand seal with his six hands, lifting up the jade Jade Bottle.
A magnificent river flowed from the bottle, swirling and rising around Mahakala.
An ancient star was struck by the great river and immediately collapsed into starlight dust, which drifted away with the wind.
Upon seeing this, the Ancestor of Land Immortals stopped abruptly, a smile suddenly appearing on his face:
"Misunderstanding? Why don't you tell me, what misunderstanding?"
The Six-Armed Mahakala snorted coldly, clearly displeased, but ultimately swallowed his anger, and the jade Jade Bottle in his hand emitted a brilliant light.
"I did not intentionally attack you, fellow Daoist. My divine spear was originally intended for a mere child."
He spoke eloquently.
The Ancestor of Land Immortals listened quietly, his expression unchanged, only giving a cold smile.
"Zhang Fusheng?"
He whispered, then suddenly changed the subject:
"It seems we were both indeed 'tricked' by an ant."
The Six-Armed Mahakala's lips twitched, his rage intensifying, but in the end he said nothing.
How could He not see that this Ancestor of Land Immortals was deliberately using this as an excuse to make a fuss?
But we must accept it.
The opponent possesses a special Daoist scripture, making them virtually immune to Myriad Laws. If the fight continues to the death, only I will suffer losses.
The Ancestor of Land Immortals' faces contorted with rage as he continued speaking:
"My followers in the Mortal World are slow-moving, and have been unable to Divine Descent to deal with that little fellow."
"How about we take this opportunity to turn hostility into friendship and have the followers of the Mandala System perform a Divine Descent for me?"
The Six-Armed Mahakala gazed at this magnificent Daoist, whose size resembled a star.
After a long silence, He asked:
"What level of Divine Descent?"
The Ancestor of Land Immortals smiled serenely, a book called the [Earth Scroll] above his head, from which hung layers of dark yellow curtains.
He was enveloped within it, as if in a dream.
"There's no need for your true divine form to Divine Descent; let your divine body descend as well, shall we?"
The Six-Armed Mahakala's expression grew even uglier. The Divine Descent was of three kinds: the true form, the divine body, and the will.
The descent of a divine body is in the second tier, but the resources required and the complexity are ten or even a hundred times greater than the descent of will!
Gazing at the Daoist priest above his head, the Six-Armed Mahakala finally relented:
"Can."
"But this will take some time for the believers to prepare."
"It's alright, it's alright."
The Ancestor of Land Immortals smiled peacefully, then turned and left.
A divine realm.
Five people.
Zhang Fusheng scanned the divine realm with his thoughts and saw only five relatively familiar faces—five people who had lived for four thousand six hundred years.
Of the tens of millions who had previously closed their eyes to cultivate, only five remain. The others have long since died of old age, leaving behind descendants spanning hundreds of generations.
And those five who had lived for over four thousand years were, without exception, all [Celestial Person].
"So, within my divine realm, five Celestial Person were nurtured?"
An incredulous expression appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face. Most importantly, he had a single thought spanning four thousand six hundred years.
Tens of millions of people have multiplied for four thousand six hundred years, yet they themselves have not paid any extra price!
You must understand, even back then, when he was with his master and disciple, each had experienced a thousand years and five hundred years respectively,
As a result, I aged 1,500 years!
"Is it because of the real place?"
"Or is it that the balance of heaven and earth, the yin and yang principles of all things, have determined that those tens of millions of people are my possessions, a part of my divine realm?"
"So, this time, there was no 'price'?"
Zhang Fusheng guessed that this was probably the reason, and his expression immediately became very complicated.
These five Celestial Person are each the progenitors of their own dynasties, rising from humble beginnings and reaching their current state over a period of 4,600 years.
However, their own divine realm lacked the abundant resources of the outside world!
Just how terrifying is the talent of these people?
He lowered his gaze and stared intently. Among the five Celestial Person, the strongest had already undergone the Third Decay, and his cultivation was higher than his own.
This gave Zhang Fusheng a dreamlike, unreal feeling—he was a Celestial Person in the third stage of decline, yet he could decide life and death with a single word.
Because the other party is already a creation within his own divine realm.
And he himself was the absolute controller of the divine realm.
It seems like [Heaven's Will].
At this very moment, in the Mortal World of the divine realm, universal celebration is taking place. Golden springs nourish the earth, Immortal Flower flowers bloom in abundance.
Zhang Fusheng sighed softly. Among these few Heaven's Will, some were stronger than him, yet no matter what they did, they couldn't break through to his Divine Realm.
They couldn't even ascend to the Sea of Clouds or descend to the Netherworld.
Just like a caged bird.
"But for them, this is the real world, the True Universe. What about my world, my universe?"
Zhang Fusheng's heart wavered, and for a moment he was at a loss.
He slowly closed his eyes, sensing the Incense and Fire Prayer Power that tens of millions to billions of real beings had bestowed upon him over the past four thousand six hundred years.
It's incredibly powerful; it could almost conjure up an illusory incense-burning divine body from the four main bodies!
"Wrong."
Zhang Fusheng was suddenly taken aback, for he discovered that countless Soul Spirit were wandering on the edge of the earth.
These are all the souls left behind by the dead over the past four thousand six hundred years—complete souls that have not been taken away by the Six Paths of Reincarnation of Reincarnation under the Federation's control!
So here's the question.
"Where do the souls of these newborns, who have multiplied to hundreds of millions, come from?"
Zhang Fusheng was astonished, but he had no chance to explore the workings of the soul.
When he merged his spiritual cultivation, a moment in the divine realm was equivalent to a hundred or a thousand years; he had no time to explore it.
However, if we were to try to discover it now, we would have to wait quietly for several years or even decades before we could glimpse the workings of the soul.
He doesn't have time to waste here.
"We'll have to come back and observe later."
Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, gazing silently at the Five Dynasties on the land, each distinguished by its religion.
The World Honored One, the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Supreme Purity, the Ancestor of Humanity.
As well as
Nuwa.
Zhang Fusheng also erected a statue of Nuwa.
"My four elements, through the Incense and Fire Prayer Power, are gradually coalescing into an unknown divine body."
"Then, what about Nuwa?"
"Will there ever be a day when I can see Nuwa in my divine realm?"
Zhang Fusheng murmured, while the hundred Cave Heaven behind him silently rotated. After a brief moment of contemplation, he made his final decision.
He thought of the ancient city of Chang'an, which was anchored in the Spirit Bamboo Divine Realm, and the stone tablet in front of the Taiji Hall.
Then.
January, 4600th year of the New Century.
Auspicious omens descended from the heavens: golden springs gushed forth, Immortal Flower rained down, and a towering stone tablet fell from the sky, landing atop the Heavenly Mountain.
There are words on it that read:
[Among all human beings, killing each other is forbidden in this world]
From this day forward, knives will not break the skin, swords will not pierce the flesh, immortal masters will not harm mortals, and bandits will not kill women and children, thus bringing peace to five dynasties and ending all warfare.
Only after establishing a [rule] within his own divine realm was Zhang Fusheng satisfied.
While it was forbidden for anyone to kill one another, this did not mean that rulers had lost their means of violence in controlling their subjects. Imprisonment, punishment, and even starvation of the guilty could still be carried out.
However, the number of people who died from weapons, bandits, and war was greatly reduced, almost non-existent.
It is foreseeable that if another millennium were to occur, the population would surge dramatically!
In his divine realm, Zhang Fusheng imagined illusory winds, clouds, rain, snow, and even the illusory sun and moon.
But what is grown from these illusory things is real food.
At least what was grown in that Land of Exotic Treasures was real grain, which could provide food.
"Although in these five great dynasties, there are grandmasters and senior masters who personally cultivate the grain, so that the grain can be harvested once a day."
"But as the population grows, this hundred-mile stretch of actual land will eventually become insufficient."
Zhang Fusheng murmured, it seems that he still needs to find a way to increase the amount of real land in the divine realm.
Otherwise, although the imaginary land may be boundless, the real land that can actually grow real food is only a small area.
Over time, the population will inevitably reach its limit.
"It's a distorted Mortal World, but the offerings of Incense and Fire Prayer Power are genuine; the more people there are, the more abundant the Incense and Fire Prayer Power become."
Although he didn't yet know how to utilize the Incense and Fire Prayer Power, Zhang Fusheng had already sensed the mystique of this power.
I feel increasingly closer to the Great Heaven and Earth, and my soul is gradually becoming more grounded.
"The Incense and Fire Prayer Power will probably only be able to exert its greatest effect after I Becoming a God."
Zhang Fusheng murmured, taking one last look at the bustling 'Three Realms'.
He channeled all the remnant souls from the mortal realm into the Nine Netherworld. Now, countless Soul Spirit wander within the Nine Netherworld, far exceeding the number of one billion.
The human realm was also extremely prosperous, with thousands of cities standing tall, bustling with trade and each thriving in its own way.
"We need to introduce some wild beasts and replenish the Heavenly Realm layer with various plants. It's too monotonous and empty. Should I go and capture some star beasts?"
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself:
"If I remember correctly, star beasts can also reproduce."
His eyes gleamed. Level 4 star beasts were all Deity Level, which he couldn't defeat, but level 123?
These correspond to the Grandmaster, Innate, and Heavenly Human Realm, respectively.
We could capture some of them and try to transform them into divine beings to fill the Heavenly Realm Sea of Clouds!
Thus, each time he absorbed spiritual cultivation, hundreds or thousands of years passed in the Divine Realm.
It is foreseeable that there will be no shortage of Star Beast Meat for a long time to come!
"The only problem is, how exactly do we transform life in the Great Heaven and Earth into divine life?"
"The initial tens of millions of people came with the Land of Exotic Treasures and merged with my divine realm. Should I then find another special region that can merge with the divine realm, place some star beasts there, and then incorporate them into my divine realm?"
"Miss Mingyue might know something."
Zhang Fusheng slowly exhaled a breath of Pure Qi —it was time to try the [Python Devouring Dragon] technique and attempt to devour the God of Plague.