In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 500 [Pilgrims, Devout and Sincere]

"A recurrence of Daoist injury?"

Ye Fan's expression was strange, as if he had seen this scene somewhere before.

"Cough cough."

Lin Xian coughed a few times, his body swaying precariously, his face as pale as paper, and sighed, "The injury to the Great Dao is truly difficult to deal with..."

"Fellow Daoist, are you still able to fight?" Zhou, the God of War, asked with concern, a hint of pity in his eyes.

Many great sages have forcibly broken through barriers in their quest to comprehend the Great Dao, only to suffer Dao injuries and pass away in despair. Immortal Lin has just become a Saint King with a bright future ahead of him, yet he has contracted this disease, which is truly a pity.

"Normally, it's fine to make a move, but if you want to regain your peak combat power and step into the Eight Forbidden Domain, you will have to pay a heavy price."

Lin Xian wiped the holy blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed, "I can only use that fist technique three more times at most."

On the celestial ship, upon hearing this, the saints couldn't help but feel regret, and most of them showed expressions of pity.

But a small number of people are still very skeptical. Is it really true that you can only make three moves? I don't believe it.

"Fellow Daoist Lin has a bright future ahead of him. It's such a pity that he has suffered a Dao injury at such a young age."

A semi-saint sighed, saying that he was only a hundred years old and that if he wanted to become a saint king, he would have to spend at least several thousand years striving for it.

“The wounds of the Great Dao are not incurable; our Divine Organization has no shortage of quasi-Emperor level experts.”

Some sages have said, "Lord Chuan Ying's abilities are as profound as the workings of nature; he must have a way to resolve this."

"Fellow Daoist, you are injured in the Dao, yet you are able to defeat us. This shows that your cultivation far surpasses that of the kings."

The three holy kings who had been knocked away stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said with great respect, "We are completely convinced of the outcome of this battle."

"what?"

Lin Xian was stunned. This was completely different from the script he had imagined. Where were your mockery, your contempt, and your arrogance? Shouldn't you be kicking him when he's down?
This isn't fantasy at all. If no one takes the bait, how am I supposed to keep acting?

"Lord Lin is often ill; all the princes should encourage him."

"The first general shall be the one of virtue."

Ye Fan couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward to stir things up. He turned to look at the Great Sage and said meaningfully, "Lord Zhou, what do you think?"

"Fellow Daoist Lin's merit in guiding the Emperor back is the greatest, and his virtue is the greatest. He truly deserves the position of the First Divine General." The Chief God Zhou's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "As for the Dao injury, it is not incurable. If the elixir of immortality can be found, it can be completely healed."

"As the saying goes, those who have made contributions must be rewarded, and those who have committed crimes must be punished. How can our Heavenly Court lightly abandon meritorious officials?"

In an instant, the small world inside the celestial vessel fell silent.

Ye Fan: ?
Lin Xian: ?
Your act of loyalty makes us look like treacherous ministers and incompetent rulers.

Little did they know that the saints on the Heavenly Ship were all genuine descendants of the ancient Heavenly Court, with vast knowledge and guidance from quasi-emperors. They were the first-rate inheritors of the Great Universe, and were not the same as the group of disorganized, undisciplined, and ignorant saints of the Big Dipper.

Or, to put it more simply, this group of people are well-read, have studied history books, and are among the most knowledgeable passersby.

Studying history can enlighten us, and understanding the past can help us learn from the present. The greatest benefit is that it can help us see through various traps and save our lives from dying due to recklessness.

However, the downside is also obvious: they won't risk their lives easily. If it were the Golden-Winged Roc King of the Big Dipper, he wouldn't care if you were an Emperor or a Saint Lord. Even if someone was fishing for him, he would just kill them and prove his own path to becoming an Emperor.

If you're afraid of death, then don't pursue the path to becoming an emperor!
"Sharpness".

Ye Fan said in a low voice, then shook his head: "Not as good as Lin Xian."

The Heavenly Court is full of vitality, while the Divine Organization is lifeless. Because it has too much foundation, it can advance step by step and needs too little tempering. It can't even defeat Holy Master Lin, which is really disappointing.

"What words!"

Lin Xian was furious and wanted to punch the Emperor three times, but she stopped herself because Zhou, the God of War, was present.

After the uproar subsided, no one in the divine organization dared to step forward and challenge the immortals. In the end, the position of the first divine general still went to Lin Xian, who was responsible for assisting the emperor and ruling over all the gods.

Lin Xian also saw through the true nature of the Divine Organization. The lack of spirit was the reason why the Divine Organization had been passed down for thousands of years but could not produce a second Great Emperor. Even the Feathered Emperor came from the Feathered Divine Dynasty, a branch power, and was not a legitimate member of the Divine Organization.

This is not just a conflict within the God Organization, but a common problem among many powerful forces; how can a rotten tree sprout new branches?

However, now that the Heavenly Court and the Divine Organization have merged, with one responsible for expansion and the other for preservation, they can be considered to complement each other.

"Your Majesty, please remain seated inside; leave external affairs to your old ministers."

Lin Xian, who had just taken office as the First Divine General, took the chicken feather as a command and began to issue orders, controlling the trajectory of the Heavenly Ship and setting off towards the cosmos, declaring that he would display the divine might of the Heavenly Court and let all living beings once again bask in the Emperor's grace.

This proposal was quickly approved by the gods of the divine organization.

Having declined for millions of years, they desperately want to rebuild the glory of the ancient Heavenly Court.

Ye Fan wanted to object, but Lin Xian shut him down with a single sentence.

"I heard that the Overlord Body has already become a Saint, and is only half a step away from becoming a Saint King. If you accidentally fall into a trap, don't blame me for not warning you."

"A mere overlord's body, nothing to brag about." Ye Fan appeared calm on the surface, but his heart tightened. He was too lazy to care about such a trivial matter and focused on researching his alternative method of becoming a saint.

The fact that the Azure Heaven Overlord Body and the Ancient Sacred Body fought for millions of years without being destroyed is enough to show that its combat power is truly evenly matched with that of the Sacred Body lineage.

Now that Ye Fan is one step ahead in the Overlord realm, he has to be cautious, which reminds him of the shameless Shunxing Zhenfan of the Holy Master Lin.

Ye Fan went into seclusion, and Lin Xian commanded the Heavenly Ship, shouting, "Full left rudder, move forward five star domains!"

With a thunderous roar, the core of the small world ignited, unleashing boundless divine power, as dazzling as a star exploding, scattering immeasurable celestial light.

Chaos arose, the void trembled, and the celestial vessel traversed the universe, outlining a golden road, as if the Heavenly Emperor of old were on a journey, causing all races of the universe to tremble.

Ancient roads crisscross, resembling a cosmic network, with numerous nodes. At these nodes in the void, even without ancient planets inhabited by life, there are small realms of gods and primordial chaos created by humankind.

This is the origin of all the heavens and myriad realms. There are very few true ancient stars with life. Only ancient stars like the Primordial Era, the Big Dipper, the Purple Star, and the Eternal Era can be called such. The rest of the sources of life were almost all created by great saints and quasi-emperors throughout history.

Some races in certain worlds remain powerful, with cultivators at the Great Sage level within their ranks. They join the Heavenly Court in a semi-submissive, semi-cooperative manner, engaging in commercial trade and becoming members of a loose alliance.

Some races have already declined, guarding their desolate planets, shrinking into small worlds, waiting for their energy to run out, and watching the end of the world in despair.

For these weak races, the arrival of the Heavenly Court was a form of salvation. The gods of the Heavenly Ships descended upon star systems, sometimes for war, sometimes for poverty alleviation.

The group landed on a barren little planet, where there was a five-colored altar that could be used for teleportation. The Sky Ship could open a stargate, but it had limitations. In terms of long-distance teleportation, it was still not as good as the five-colored altar, which could traverse the galaxy.

This little star once had great fortune, its life force was vigorous, and it produced an unparalleled saint who built a five-colored altar for his homeland. Unfortunately, as time went by, it gradually declined, as if it were a land of the end times.

The Heavenly Court incorporated this star into its territory, conducted a transaction, and bestowed blessings upon it.

"With a single thought, a flower blooms, a chaotic blue lotus!"

Lin Xian smiled as the flowers bloomed, one after another, dazzling immortal flowers blossoming, crystal clear. The largest of them was the Chaos Green Lotus, radiating chaotic energy and nurturing endless vitality, enveloping the barren little planet.

Although the Azure Emperor could not create a celestial realm or evolve celestial energy when he created the heavens, he was more than capable of restoring the life essence of a planet.

Countless petals scattered across the earth like a rain of light, re-nurturing the primordial energy and returning it to a wild and ancient state. The earth, wind, water, and fire surged, as if the world had been reborn.

The other sages of the divine organizations also plucked stars and took the moon to fill this stellar region, balancing it, stabilizing the lunar tides, and ensuring the sun shone normally.

The races on this planet don't even have saints now, and are incapable of interstellar travel. How could they have ever seen such a mythical scene? It's practically a divine story from their ancestors' legends.

In an instant, a race on a small planet, led by its demigod patriarch, bowed down and worshipped the people of the Heavenly Court, shouting, "Gods above!"

"God!"

"Heaven!"

One after another, streams of faith flew in, crystal clear, converging into rivers, lakes, and seas, rippling within the green cauldron, resonating with the celestial artifact.

In an instant, flowers, birds, fish, insects, gods, immortals, Kunpeng, white tiger, phoenix, and countless other strange phenomena appeared, and the sacrificial sounds of ancient ancestors rang out, like Zen chants.

The divine child reigns supreme on the sea of ​​faith, with a majestic and dignified appearance, radiating divine light, as if an emperor has been reborn and will rule over the nine heavens and ten earths.

A deep, ancient voice resounded, as if it had existed for eternity, transcending time and space, drifting from the distant past: "Pilgrims..."

With a thunderous roar, the gods of the Heavenly Ship were in an uproar, all bowing down to the green cauldron. They believed that the celestial artifact recorded the imprint of the former Emperor Heavenly Court, which was now being projected anew, symbolizing glory and resurgence.

Lin Xian was horrified. She stared intently at the sea of ​​faith and the divine child, not daring to relax her guard for a moment.

The life imprint of our ancestors lives on in the bodies of their descendants, while the beliefs of the strong who were once celebrated by the world live on in the hearts of all beings.

Ye Fan abandoned the belief in the Heavenly Emperor. Could it be that he could really create another Emperor?
Fortunately, the power of faith came and went quickly. The divine child's solemn appearance lasted only a moment before he yawned, the radiance dissipated, and he turned over and fell into a drowsy sleep, extremely lazy, not even bothering to bless the living beings.

"Soul and blood, but lacking a physical body?" Lin Xian narrowed his eyes, put away the green cauldron, and then rubbed the baby's chubby face with his fingers, which was very delicate and soft.

"It's so annoying, I need to get some sleep, it's noisy every day."

The child said angrily, then turned the green cauldron upside down and whispered, "Hey Cao, if you mess around again, I'll come out and beat you up!"

Lin Xian suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the divine child, shook it violently a few times, and demanded, "What did you just say?"

"What did you mean?" The chubby boy was completely bewildered, unable to recall what he had just said. He could only say with a mournful face, "I really don't remember. Maybe I was talking in my sleep."

"daydream."

Lin Xian chuckled and threatened, "If you dare to play dumb again, I'll sell you to the Black Emperor."

"do not!"

The child let out a bloodcurdling scream, wailing, "I really don't know anything!"

"One focuses on cultivating the soul, the other on the cycle of physical reincarnation. You two, master and disciple..."

Lin Xian studied it for a long time, then shook his head helplessly and sealed the Divine Child back inside. He couldn't see any clues now, and perhaps the Emperor would only truly return when the Immortal Path of the Flying Immortal Star opened.

Having passed through this five-colored altar and traversed the endless void, they finally saw the starting point of the ancient starry road. Countless stone tablets guided those who came after them, each with a different shape, but they all had one thing in common: they were all humanoid.

"There are ancient paths of various races in the universe, all leading to the final trial path. This node is like a dam, unifying the paths of the powerful people from all races."

The Zhou Lord God of the Divine Organization pointed into the distance and said in a deep voice, "This is the first trial for the human race!"

There is a magnificent city suspended directly in the cosmic sky, receiving the baptism of starlight, with ever-changing scenery, and the sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing can be heard.

The divine city is eternal and vast, with walls like mountains stretching endlessly, towering and magnificent, and a pair of heavy city gates closed, blocking thousands of troops and ancient sages.

The first trial for the human race is not always open, but rather every five or ten years to select promising candidates and those with the potential to become emperors.

The first level is now crowded with hundreds of cultivators, but only a handful are Dao-slaying cultivators; most are half-saints or saints.

The celestial vessel, vast and imposing, resembled a fallen piece of land, pressing down on the first barrier of the human race, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Raise the battle flag of the Ancient Heavenly Court!"

The chief god of the divine organization roared, and a blood-stained battle flag rose, its fighting spirit blazing as if sweeping across the starry sky and covering the divine city.

"That's the battle flag of the God Organization!"

Hundreds of cultivators, from diverse backgrounds, including many knowledgeable individuals, stared at the celestial warship, their faces turning pale and trembling as they exclaimed, "This organization has been blocking cultivators on the ancient path since ancient times, acquiring various secret techniques and supernatural abilities to strengthen itself!"

"How could they possibly be at the first checkpoint of the human race?!"

In an instant, countless cultivators paled. Even the armored soldiers guarding the first pass of the human race, wielding halberds that could cleave the heavens, tensed up. One of the captains shouted, "Quickly, go and fetch the city lord! Quickly, go and fetch the guides and protectors..."

The supreme city, like a true dragon lying dormant, has now fully awakened, a veritable attack of gods and demons. Every soldier is on high alert, their cultivation is in no way inferior, the weakest being a half-saint.

They were not native beings; most of them were failures in the trials. They were once outstanding talents on the Emperor's Road, but because they were ashamed to return to their homeland and could not face their own failures, they left behind the Ancient Starry Road and became old soldiers, witnessing the joys and sorrows of others.

The attitude of the first human race was somewhat beyond Lin Xian's expectations. He turned to look at the chief god of the divine organization and asked, "Does the divine organization have a bad relationship with the ancient human path?"

"Not just the ancient roads of the human race, but all ancient roads."

The Zhou Lord God of the Divine Organization had a frosty expression and sneered, "The pilgrims of yesteryear have occupied the roads left behind by the ancient Heavenly Court."

"They even dared to break into the Ninefold Imperial Pass and attack the Emperor's palace!"

(End of this chapter)