All heavens, let's begin with the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power!

Chapter 36 Under the Stars, We Worship the Gods!
At the summit of Mount Tai, at the Jade Emperor Peak!
This is a place of special significance, carrying many meanings. The altar has an ancient appearance, and five colors can be vaguely seen, which makes Yang An's eyes look slightly different.

Could it really be the five-colored altar left over from the era of "Covering the Sky"?

However, all of this is now in the past. The magnificent altar is covered with grayish-brown soil. Upon closer inspection, it appears vast and boundless, like an ancient city, but it is already in ruins. On the altar is a five-colored jade table.

Above are treasures used in ancient sacrifices: peaches of immortality, elixirs of immortality, and a plate of vermilion fruits. However, their divinity has been severely diminished, and they look wilted.

There are also nine small bronze tripods, covered in rust.

There was a golden seal, seemingly suppressing the heavens, as well as a small, dark tower, a half-broken ruler, and a small bowl of black blood, with the faint sound of dogs barking.

Beside the five-colored jade table is a stone tablet with divine inscriptions recording something.

The entire altar appeared ancient and weathered, filled with a sense of holiness, and the oppressive aura of the emperors' sacrifices still lingered here.

"Interesting." Yang An strolled closer with a calm expression. The sights on the summit of Mount Tai did not intimidate him, and the surrounding area was shrouded in a hazy mist.

"Boom!"

The moment he approached, the five-colored altar trembled and glowed, and a beam of light shot straight into the sky.

From the outside, the entire Mount Tai appears to be glowing, the place of the Fengshan ceremony is illuminated, and layers of space fold and emerge, showing wild mountains vying for supremacy as well as battlefields littered with corpses, with all sorts of astonishing phenomena appearing.

The gray fog in front of Yang An dissipated, revealing a vast starry sky. Hundreds of stars, each the size of a millstone, floated in the night sky. Some were bright green, some were blood red, and there were also strange stars in gold and purple.

Each star exudes a different aura, and the shadows of supreme beings flash among them, whether immortals, gods, or ferocious demons, reflecting the heavens and revered by the world!

This aura is awe-inspiring!
"The Hundred Strongest Stars of the Heavens!"

With just a glance, the divine elephant's wisdom activated, and Yang An naturally grasped the divine script, understood the meaning of the stone tablet, and learned about the ranking of the stars in the heavens. The top 100 stars each had powerful beings reflecting the heavens, evolving strange phenomena, and were worshipped and offered sacrifices across the boundless starry sky.

The stone tablet also records Earth's past glory, ranking eleventh under the starry sky, with the latest record being 97,452nd!

And then that was it; it was completely reduced to ruins.

"Where did this unofficial ranking come from?"

Yang An scoffed and didn't even bother to glance at it, estimating that the stone tablet had been erected only a few hundred million years ago.

Further back, there was absolutely no trace of it.

The Big Dipper and the Purple Star are nowhere to be seen. The Eternal Starfield is gone, replaced by some kind of mechanical race, the Celestial Star, the Primordial Demon Star, the Sub-Immortal Star, and so on... The top 100 are filled with a whole bunch of messy races.

Yang An could only laugh at the so-called top 100 stars of the heavens and the top ten sacred lands, and he looked down on them with utter contempt and arrogance.

"In the era of Shrouding the Heavens, any saint or even a king who had severed the Dao could have destroyed them all. He would have shattered the starry sky alone and been hailed as invincible! The supreme ruler of all ages!"

It includes both strength and lifespan.

The sub-saints and saints of the Sacred Ruins are not the same as the saints of the era of Shrouding the Heavens. In addition, the highest level of the Reflection Realm is only the first, second or third level of the Immortal Platform. Their combat power is also extremely weak, even inferior to that of people in the mortal world.

Not to mention comparing it to the era with the highest combat power of its kind in the trilogy's world.

Perhaps there were many high-level beings in the Perfect and Sacred Ruins eras, such as True Immortals, Immortal Kings, Dao Ancestors, and even Immortal Emperors!

However, the secret techniques of the Shrouding the Heavens, created by Shi Hao and the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, can be said to have reached their peak in terms of combat power. In the early stages of cultivation, they also have a certain degree of room to compete with the Qi Gong system. In fact, if it weren't for the limitations of the Shrouding the Heavens universe, their lifespans would have been destined to be long. Immortal Nangong and Immortal Er, who wanted to become immortals for a lifetime and live for millions of years, might have been able to achieve this easily in the Sacred Ruins era.

What are these guys from the Underworld? They have no fighting power and are essentially just ghosts!
"You think you're worthy to make me worship you?"

"Get out of here, you trash!"

Yang An spoke with disdain, wearing the Armor of the Underworld God, with demon wings spread on his back and holding the blood-stained Spear of the Underworld God, like a great demon god who had walked out of hell, stepping onto the altar without any hesitation.

As he passed by, he kicked the stone tablet to the ground, sending dust flying.

There is no need for such a ranking.

"Boom!"

The stars in the heavens seemed to be angry, countless divine runes flickered on and off, and there were supreme ghostly and divine phantoms glaring at him, attempting to suppress such a disrespectful person.

"roll!"

"Do you want me to slaughter the entire starry sky and exterminate your race in the future?!"

Yang An was arrogant, and the Spear of the Underworld pointed directly at the starry sky. A terrifying hellish aura spread, more ferocious than anything else, causing the stars to shift and the heavens to tremble, as if a true terror had descended!
"Buzz~~"

At this moment, there was something glowing on Yang An's body.

These are not the marks of the gods. These top 100 stars cannot even reach the level of a ninth-order Great Saint. At most, they are legendary. Even if they put pressure on Yang An with all their might, the golden little man probably wouldn't bother with them.

It's a Bodhi seed!

This immortal divine medicine seed, brought from the era of "Covering the Sky," may have originated from a true immortal, or even an immortal king. It also contains a wisp of Amitabha Buddha's Dao intent, which is drawn by the stars of the heavens.

The gentle light of Buddha, imbued with Zen, spreads out in a serene and natural way, making time and space seem to stand still.

Without exception, all the stars in the sky were subdued and spontaneously submitted to Bodhi. Among them, the Sumeru Star Realm of the Buddhist Clan was extremely excited. The original stars in distant places, separated by the boundless starry sky, were trembling and wanted to worship the Buddha.

Seeing this, Yang An raised an eyebrow. "Amitabha, could it possibly be revived in this era?"

What remains on the Bodhi seed is not the spiritual essence of Shakyamuni, but the divine thought of Amitabha Buddha. The former is merely an outer shell used to suppress it!

In his later years, Amitabha Buddha almost went from being a Buddha to a demon. He seemed harmless and never killed anyone, but his various methods terrified countless races in the billions of star fields of the Shrouding the Heavens universe. There were almost always examples of powerful members of their races being converted by Buddhism and completely losing themselves.

The lingering problem with this Bodhi seed is this: if it stays by one's side, it might be influenced by the divine thoughts of Amitabha Buddha, leaving one empty-handed and forced to enter the Buddhist order.

But Yang An was fearless!
"Amitabha Buddha, if you have the ability, then come and save me!"

Yang An laughed loudly. He was the successor of the Mark of the Gods, inheriting the majesty of the supreme gods. He was a great being to whom even the gods of the divine realm had to submit. If he could be converted by Amitabha Buddha, it would prove that he was nothing special.

He held a Bodhi seed in his hand and stepped forward, bathed in Buddhist light and the majesty of gods. Clad in black armor, he resembled an ancient god of the underworld who ruled over hell, with all the stars in the heavens revolving around him.

The immortals, demons, humans, gods, and ghosts projected from the hundreds of powerful stars in the heavens all seemed to be worshipping Yang An, revering him as a god.

If outsiders were to see this, they would probably be trembling and speechless, shocked by Yang An's performance. Just who is he?
(End of this chapter)