Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

On a towering mountain in the divine realm, with its thousands of peaks resembling halberds and its ten thousand fathoms like a screen, rare flowers and auspicious herbs, as well as tall bamboos and pines, adorn the landscape. This divine mountain was named Yuan Shen Mountain after Yang Ping'an's arrival, and the Yuan Shen Temple is located here.

"Ping An, are you really going to relinquish your position as the Primordial Spirit?!" Yang Wudi asked incredulously, his eyes wide.

"The God Realm can no longer satisfy my need to improve my strength. I want to go to all the heavens and myriad realms to seek a wider world." Yang Ping'an sat on his divine throne, suppressing the ethereal, otherworldly feeling deep within his divine consciousness, and explained calmly.

"After I leave the realm of gods, you, sir, will take over the position of my primordial spirit!"

"But the Primordial Spirit is a divine position at the God-King level, while I am only comparable to a first-level god. How can I possibly succeed to the position of Primordial Spirit?" Yang Wudi was uneasy. He was not confident that he could maintain the dignity of the Primordial Spirit after Yang Ping'an left.

Yang Ping'an waved his hand, summoning the illusory golden lotus from Yang Wudi's soul. Under Yang Wudi's curious gaze, he released the golden lotus from its constraints. The illusory golden lotus naturally floated back into Yang Wudi's hand, transforming into a physical image of the golden lotus. The golden lotus's divine light was contained, and the divine object concealed itself.

"Grandpa, don't worry, no one can break through the Golden Lotus's defense!" Yang Ping'an assured him confidently.

Yang Wudi turned the golden lotus in his hand up and down, clearly not believing that the golden lotus could provide the absolute defense that Yang Ping'an had described.

"Since the old man has doubts, then let's give it a try." Yang Ping'an saw Yang Wudi's skepticism and sighed helplessly.

"Alright, Ping An, attack me with all your might!" Yang Wudi was slightly taken aback when he heard Yang Ping An's words, then immediately agreed.

Yang Wudi ordered Yang Ping'an, a god-king level being, to attack with all his might. If Jinlian failed to withstand Yang Ping'an's attack, he could use this as an excuse to request that Yang Ping'an stay in the god realm for a longer period of time. If Jinlian withstood Yang Ping'an's attack, then there would be no problem for him to take over the primordial spirit's divine position.

Yang Ping'an stood up, and the Soul-Breaking Spear, which had become a super artifact, appeared in his right hand. Ten dazzling golden halos appeared behind him.

During his time in the God Realm, Yang Ping'an thoroughly understood the difference between Soul Rings and God Rings in his spare time. He transformed his first nine 990,000-year-old red Soul Rings into God Rings. In terms of divine power alone, Yang Ping'an's aura far surpassed that of the other five God Kings.

Holding the Soul-Breaking Spear, Yang Wudi was on high alert. The Golden Lotus expanded into a golden lotus bud to protect him, but Yang Wudi felt the boundless divine power of Yang Ping'an and could not trust the thin layer of defense of the Golden Lotus.

"Break!" Yang Ping'an shouted, and ten divine rings flashed around his body. The Soul-Breaking Spear instantly pierced towards Yang Wudi, who was protected by the Golden Lotus.

This single spear thrust, imbued with all the divine power within Yang Ping'an's divine ring, pierced through the massive, imposing image of Yang Ping'an that vanished in a flash outside the Primordial Spirit Mountain. His divine might was like a prison; Yang Ping'an's overwhelming pressure silenced all the gods. Even the God-King level deities like the God of Life and the Asura God Bibi Dong were utterly bewildered. How could his cultivation have increased so rapidly when they were also God-King level beings?

Yang Ping'an's spear pierced through space, ignoring distance and aimed directly at Yang Wudi's brow. Yang Wudi's senses screamed alarm bells, telling him he couldn't dodge the shot. The threat of death sent chills down his spine, and he prayed that Jinlian would protect him.

With a deafening crash, the explosion and wind pressure swept across the summit of Yuanshen Mountain, utterly destroying the buildings and vegetation on the mountaintop, and black smoke and dust blotting out the sun.

Yang Ping'an put away the Soul-Breaking Spear, waved his sleeves to sweep away the smoke and dust that lingered on the Primordial Spirit Mountain, exposing the bare mountaintop to the air.

"Hoo~~" Yang Wudi, having survived the ordeal, slumped weakly in the golden lotus, his chest heaving violently.

"Ping An, are you trying to kill me?!" Yang Wudi sat there for a while, then sat up and said with a bitter smile.

"How can you test the Golden Lotus's defense without going all out? So, can you rest assured about my Golden Lotus now?" Yang Ping'an's smile was undisguised; it was the first time he had ever seen Yang Wudi with such an expression.

"Hmm, this Golden Lotus's defense is really impressive!" Yang Wudi looked at Yang Ping'an's smile, awkwardly changed the subject, and praised the Golden Lotus's defense with great excitement, giving Yang Ping'an a thumbs up.

"I'm glad the old man is satisfied!" Yang Ping'an nodded slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the scenery on the summit of Yuanshen Mountain materialized, restoring the previous exotic flowers and auspicious herbs, lush forests and tall bamboos. The Yuanshen Temple also reappeared on the summit of Yuanshen Mountain.

This technique of transforming reality into illusion was a minor supernatural ability that Yang Ping'an comprehended after accepting his divine position, by observing the rules of the divine realm manifested in the world. The primordial spirit governs mental and spiritual power, and Yang Ping'an had a flash of inspiration when he thought of this application of mental power. He enthusiastically began exploring the feasibility of this idea, making countless attempts, but always failed at the final step of turning inanimate objects into living ones.

Until his physical body triggered the Dao Fruit, Yang Ping'an's divine sense, cleansed by the Dao rhythm, suddenly comprehended the key techniques, completing the creation of this minor supernatural power. However, this technique of transforming reality into illusion still had its flaws; the plants Yang Ping'an created lacked souls, even though they were all living beings.

Yang Ping'an secretly brought a hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass from Douluo Continent, and then created a hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass. After careful comparison, he found that the Blue Silver Grass he created was just an ordinary hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass, without any intelligence.

"Sigh~" Yang Ping'an looked at the plants outside the temple and sighed silently in his heart.

"What a marvel of creation!" Yang Wudi exclaimed in awe as he watched Yang Ping'an's technique, which was comparable to reversing time.

Yang Ping'an smiled and shook his head, ultimately admitting that his cultivation level was still insufficient.

"Grandpa, from now on, the position of Primordial Spirit will be yours to manage." Yang Ping'an formally handed over the divine position, transferring control of the Primordial Spirit Temple to Yang Wudi.

"I will protect the temple with my life and defend the dignity of my primordial spirit!" Yang Wudi put away the golden lotus and solemnly promised Yang Ping'an.

"There's no need for that. Just maintain normal contact with the God of Life and the others," Yang Ping'an waved his hand and advised.

Yang Wudi stood up straight, like a long spear standing upright in the temple, his eyes shining with a determined light.

Seeing this, Yang Ping'an stopped trying to persuade him. He knew that Yang Wudi was very stubborn, and once he made up his mind, no one could easily change it. With the Golden Lotus protecting him, Yang Ping'an wasn't afraid that Yang Wudi would encounter any danger.

"I'm off!" Yang Ping'an said, no longer suppressing the refinement of the Daoist aura. The rich Daoist aura transcended time and space, engulfing Yang Ping'an's divine sense.

Before the eyes of all the gods in the Douluo God Realm, a scene unfolded that they would never forget. Yang Ping'an transformed into a golden streak and soared into the sky, his dreamlike purple aura sweeping across the heavens and earth, vast and boundless, obscuring half of the God Realm.

The golden lotus protected Yang Ping'an's divine sense and the energy formed from his cultivation within its flower bud. The golden lotus bud drifted along the ocean of Daoist energy, ethereally returning to its original world from an unknown place.