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Chapter 1044 Imprisoning the Heavenly Craftsman
At this moment, Wang Ping's will was connected to the endless wood spirit energy of this starry sky. The mirror array around the divine kingdom spread for tens of kilometers, monitoring everyone's movements, because at this moment he suddenly had the idea of ​​completely suppressing Tiangong.

To be honest, Wang Ping and Tian Gong don't have much of a grudge, at least not yet. It's just that this old guy seems to have a persecution complex. He takes good care of Wang Ping, whose cultivation level is lower than his, but once Wang Ping's cultivation level catches up with or surpasses his, he will show a completely different face.

In Wang Ping's view, Tian Gong's expression at this moment was full of flaws, because he had not experienced a hundred lifetimes of cultivation. The rationality and humanity in his consciousness were like crossing a single-plank bridge, and this was especially obvious in Wang Ping's 'Heavenly Passage Talisman' vision.

Although Tiangong can sever cause and effect, his cultivation foundation is already weaker than Wang Ping's. If Wang Ping were to forcefully use the wood spirit within his body, he could also assimilate the obstruction of cause and effect.

“Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood me. I came here but did not find you. I thought you had returned to the Jupiter Daoist Temple, so I wanted to open up this starry sky to build a refining array to prevent the pollution of the chaotic storm from spreading outward.”

Tiangong had already cleared the impurities from his body and immediately explained after Wang Ping refuted him.

Wang Ping did not respond to Tiangong's explanation. The divine magic array beneath his feet continued to expand, with ten 'Heavenly Swords' located in various corners of the array, while his divine throne was at the core of the array. Thousands of divine magic messengers gathered the spiritual power of believers from all over the world and poured it into the ten 'Heavenly Swords'.

"go with!"

This time, Wang Ping did not use the Wood Spirit Qi, nor did he borrow the Jianmu Phantom. He even restrained the turbid Qi of the Demon Sword. What he wanted to do was to use the purest and most vast spiritual faith accumulated by hundreds of millions of believers to suppress Tiangong head-on with the absolute power of the divine kingdom, and then consider whether to use the 'Heaven Stealing Talisman'.

"Om-!"

Inside the divine palace, the prayers of thousands of divine messengers were no longer illusory murmurs, but transformed into a torrent that shook the stars. The magnificent golden light of faith that had gathered in Wang Ping's palm and was held back by him was now completely poured into the ten 'Heavenly Swords', falling towards the location of the Heavenly Craftsman.

This was not an attack, but pure suppression. An invisible pressure expanded with the spirituality of faith and appeared in this starry sky. Even the three True Monarchs, Diwen, Xuanqing, and Baiyan, on the other side of the starry sky felt the pressure. This pressure was acting on the primordial spirit consciousness.

What Tiangong faced was like a golden sky collapsing, with endless, tangible golden light of faith surging out from Wang Ping's divine kingdom. It ignored the distance of space and the purification array struggling at the edge of Tiangong's divine kingdom, directly affecting Tiangong's body and his newly manifested divine palace!

This power is the pure power of "existence," the rage of billions of living beings erupting from Wang Ping's will, and the powerful suppression of the divine kingdom's rules over the real universe!

Tiangong instantly felt as if he had been thrown into the core of the furnace at the beginning of the universe, or as if he were being pressed down on his spine by billions of sacred mountains of faith. The golden light of the divine palace beneath his feet flickered violently, like a candle flame in a storm, which could be extinguished at any moment.

The rune array inside his palace, which had just lit up and was attempting to activate divine magic, completely lost its vitality under Wang Ping's powerful faith pressure, like an insect frozen in amber!
Tiangong attempted to activate the golden spirit energy to sever this invisible pressure, but the thought was crushed by the omnipresent and suffocatingly heavy golden light as soon as it arose. At this moment, his connection with the outside world, his connection with the golden spirit rules of the universe, and even the flow of magic power in his body all became sluggish and difficult under the suppression of this pure power!
"Certainly!"

Wang Ping's voice resonated throughout the world, and countless believers seemed to feel it, offering up their purest faith.

The suppressed Tiangong felt that he was no longer the Five Tribulations True Monarch who roamed the starry sky, but a metal statue nailed to the starry sky. It became extremely difficult for him to move a finger or mobilize a trace of magic power.

That vast golden light of faith not only solidified his divine kingdom, but also permeated every corner of his Dharma body, firmly imprisoning his consciousness, his will, and all his thoughts of resistance in place!
Wang Ping sat upright on the throne of the God King, his eyes as cold as eternal ice, looking down at the Heavenly Craftsmanship, which had been completely submerged and frozen in the starry sky by the golden torrent of faith.

He did not cast any more spells, nor did he speak any more words. He simply maintained the maximum output of the divine kingdom's faith power, suppressing Tiangong's consciousness, magic power, divine kingdom, and the space in which he existed in the purest and most domineering way!
At this moment, the starry sky seemed to lose its voice, leaving only the ceaseless torrent of prayers from millions of believers roaring within the divine palace, and the dazzling golden light that completely submerged, solidified, and froze the work of nature, silently proclaiming the victory of absolute power.

"Is this the power of mastering divine arts?"

The geography is somewhat unbelievable.

Bai Yan replied, "Not everyone can cultivate divine arts. Tian Gong is best at cultivating believers, but his divine arts are a complete mess. I'm too lazy to even comment on them."

As his words fell, the fire elemental energy in the starry sky suddenly intensified. He gazed towards Mars, then extended his left hand to form a hand seal. His figure transformed into a bolt of purple lightning and vanished into the starry sky, leaving behind the words: "I'm going to meet this Lord Blazing Sun!"

Xuanqing wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He could only stretch out his right hand and quickly deduce the scene, while his eyes reflected Wang Ping in the golden light of the distant starry sky.

"Fellow Daoist Tiangong, have you ever heard the saying, 'Those who follow the Way receive much help, while those who stray from the Way receive little help'? You think you can control everything? You manipulate this starry sky with your skillful maneuvering, but you have already lost too many people's hearts!"

Surrounding Wang Ping, who sat upright on the throne of the God King, appeared the 'Heaven-Stealing Talisman,' 'Heaven-Covering Talisman,' 'Heaven-Connecting Talisman,' 'Luck-Borrowing Talisman,' and 'Spirit-Communicating Talisman.' His voice was devoid of any emotion as he said, 'I can suppress you right now, but this is an era of great strife, and your power is needed to maintain order.'

"Consider this repayment for the favor you did me back then. From now on, we're even!" As he spoke, the five talismans around him vanished without a trace. Then, he stretched out his left hand and drew a magic circle in front of him. As the magic circle took shape, a divine rune was injected into the imprisoned Tiangong's body.

“Since you have a three-hundred-year agreement with Daoist Diwen, I will also give you three hundred years. This binding rune will break on its own after three hundred years, and you can also try to refine it yourself.”

Wang Ping sat on the throne of the God King, his eyes coldly looking down at Tiangong, which was completely submerged and frozen in the starry sky by the golden torrent of faith.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dazzling golden light in the starry sky disappeared.

The vast golden light of faith that enveloped the heavens and seemed to solidify the star field also rapidly receded and dimmed like the receding tide. Every sacred brick, every flowing rune, and every ray of manifested prayer light that made up the palace of the divine kingdom began to turn from reality to illusion.

The ten "Heavenly Swords" supporting the magnificent palace outline were surrounded by golden light that flickered and peeled away like the flames of a burnt-out candle, turning into billions of tiny golden stardust that drifted toward the figure sitting on the throne.

The mirrored magic circle that enveloped the entire area shattered and melted away like melting ice crystals.

As the last ray of sacred golden light faded from Wang Ping's body, the magnificent palace that stretched across the starry sky, symbolizing absolute divine authority, vanished without a trace. The sacred enamel forcibly "coated" onto him by the golden light of faith also peeled away, the sense of solidity in the space suddenly dissipated, the suppressed starlight regained its original brightness, and the light projected from distant galaxies was able to travel freely, causing the pollution of the nearby chaotic storm to resurface.

Tiangong's figure remained frozen in place, as if nailed to the spot. But what imprisoned him was no longer the tangible golden light of faith, but the invisible binding rune left by Wang Ping.

The divine kingdom beneath his feet had already collapsed and disintegrated at the same time that Wang Ping's divine kingdom vanished, leaving him alone suspended against the backdrop of the restored starry sky.

Wang Ping stopped paying attention to the Heavenly Craftsmanship. The Wood Spirit World around him reappeared, and then his aura gradually disappeared. The Wood Spirit Array that refined the chaotic storm unfolded again at the edge of the storm.

Bai Yan and Lie Yang appeared at the same time. Di Wenhua appeared beside Tian Gong as a stream of light. He ignored Lie Yang and Bai Yan who appeared behind him and flew towards Venus with Tian Gong.

This battle was kept secret from most people in this starry sky, but the demon race and the five realms of the Star God Alliance could definitely observe it. Their feelings were different at this moment. Zang Yi and Yue Xi of the Star God Alliance must be overjoyed, after all, they were following Wang Ping, while Bai Xin and Hou Ji were full of worry.

The rat demon Quan Xing was secretly pleased and sent another message to Wang Ping, asking him to choose a time to hold the impromptu gathering instead of setting a time himself.

Unfortunately, Wang Ping didn't reply to him immediately, but he wasn't in a hurry now, because after this struggle, the power structure of this starry sky would undergo a huge change, and the matter of Zhi Xin and the others was already a minor matter.

...

Venus.

The Tiangong Temple is located on a vast and relatively stable plateau on Venus.

The core of the temple is a solitary peak. This peak was not formed naturally, but was constructed by pure golden spiritual energy and Buddhist vows. Its entire body is a warm and jade-like yet indestructible golden color. Its top is flat and has been carved into a huge platform by humans.

In the center of this platform stands a majestic Buddhist pagoda.

This pagoda has a solemn and ancient shape, containing a rich golden spiritual energy. The base of the pagoda is a huge Sumeru pedestal, which is made up of nine layers of dark golden lotus petals stacked one on top of another. Each lotus petal is covered with fine scriptures carved with micro-carving techniques. The characters flow with a faint golden light, as if countless monks are chanting day and night.

The tower is surrounded by a tranquil lotus pond. The water is liquid gold energy mixed with pure Buddhist vows, giving it a flowing, liquid gold texture, yet it is crystal clear.

Golden lotus flowers grow in the pond, their leaves as broad as cushions. When the lotus flowers bloom, their petals overlap, each petal radiating Buddhist light and golden brilliance.

Tiangong sat upright on the lotus platform in the center of the lotus pond. All the surrounding golden spirit arrays had been activated. His spiritual body was covered with runes from the golden spirit arrays, continuously absorbing the golden spirit energy that filled the starry sky, attempting to break through the divine spells that bound him and release the golden spirit power at the core of his spiritual body.

However, the runes that were imprisoned by the divine magic were like a part of his spirit body, not a spell at all. His golden spirit core could still generate a continuous stream of golden spirit energy for this starry sky, and he could sense the existence of the golden spirit energy, but he just couldn't call it to cast spells.

"It is the manifestation of Changqing's will, not a spell. Unless your divine magic surpasses his, it will be very difficult to unravel," Diwen solemnly reminded him from the side.

Tiangong ignored Diwen and continued trying until he failed thousands of times before giving up. Meanwhile, Diwen was already meditating by the lotus pond. His Dao heart had been damaged in the battle just now, and he needed to soothe the negative emotions in his mind.

“He used the spiritual life force of the rebels to cultivate himself, and we can do the same. This time, the initiative in dealing with the rebels is in our hands.” Tiangong’s voice was very soft.

"The rebels' problem lies with me, not us. You should calm down. We have been through much more difficult times, and we still made it through step by step. But once you take the wrong path, it can't be forgiven with just a few words. Don't forget the lesson from Huishan." After saying this, Diwen turned into a streak of light and left the temple.

After a long silence, Tiangong turned his gaze to the vicinity of the Moon Star.

On the outskirts of the chaotic storm, at the edge of the Wood Spirit World constructed by Wang Ping, Lieyang had already sent a message to Wang Ping through the communication token of Yixi Conference and was patiently waiting for Wang Ping's reply.

About thirty breaths later, a jade-green talisman appeared out of thin air from the Wood Spirit World and rushed toward Lieyang. Lieyang caught the talisman and subconsciously observed its design.

Then Wang Ping's voice came to his ears: "This is a sealing talisman, which contains part of the power of my 'Heaven-Stealing Talisman'. Place it in the core of the spirit-gathering array you have constructed, and it will stabilize your consciousness."

This is a favor that Wang Ping owes Lieyang. Although this favor may have been intentionally created by Lieyang, Wang Ping will not renege on it.

Just as Lieyang was about to say something more, Wang Ping's voice rang out again: "Fellow Daoist Xuanqing can stabilize the power of this talisman. With it, your cultivation will not be a problem."

Upon hearing this, Lieyang didn't waste any more words. He cupped his hands in greeting to the Wood Spirit World and then transformed into a stream of light, appearing beside Xuanqing.

Inside the Wood Spirit World, Wang Ping didn't care about the conversation between Lieyang and Xuanqing. At this moment, he was considering whether or not to accept Zhixin and the others' offer of allegiance.

He didn't have much time to consider before making his choice. He decided to listen to the information Zhixin brought back first, so he sent a message to Quanxing, setting the time as 1:15 noon ten days from now.

Over the next ten days, Wang Ping used his 'Heavenly Eye' to deduce his own fate and compared the current strength of the Xuanmen and the seven sects of Tianmen. Finally, he decided to have a proper talk with True Lord Baiyan after the temporary meeting with Quan Xing.

(End of this chapter)