At the foot of Qingshan, there is an ordinary small mountain village.
Before the morning mist has melted away, farmers carrying farm tools have already set foot on the road.
Beside them, there were many little ghosts who were only half-length.
"Yazi, pick up more firewood!"
"Remember to dig out a few nests of bird eggs for the black girl..."
"The youngest son in the family has been growing recently. He is really half a grown-up boy. I am living in poverty..."
Voices came in twos and threes, and in the small village, with smoke curling up from cooking stoves, some women in wooden hairpins and cloth skirts, carrying wooden basins, also started working for the day.
The morning sun rises in the east, with a faint hint of purple. The surrounding blue-purple stars and turquoise stars stand opposite each other, and the light seems to cancel each other out.
Everything suddenly formed an extremely ordinary rural scene.
Naturally, there are ordinary people in the spiritual world, and they are the real cornerstone of the world.
Although they don't know what kind of terrifying things are hanging above their heads, they know a simple truth - they must maintain this state of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, otherwise, the whole family will starve.
However, there are naturally differences between the spiritual world and the lower world.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is rich, and there are many monsters and beasts. Therefore, even a small mountain village like this still worships an earth god to obtain protection.
In Fang Yuan's opinion, it was somewhat useful.
Although the earth temple in the village is only the size of a wooden box, like a child's doll, there is still a lot of incense in front.
Looking at it with fiery eyes, you can immediately see the strands of divine power spreading, forming a layer of mist-like defense, barely covering the entire village, and giving blessings to the worshipers.
"It's a pity... This power is still too weak. It can at most guard against some lonely ghosts. When it encounters more powerful beasts, it is just like paper... Perhaps the greatest function of this land god is during night attacks. Warning?"
Fang Yuan's eyes penetrated the sparse legal domain of the Earth God, and he immediately saw a small boundary formed in the Earth Temple.
Among them, an old land man with a white beard is sucking incense and moving his divine position to provide protection and blessing. Everything is natural and there is no hardship for a cultivator.
"Only ghosts can enter this small legal realm. It's a trick..."
There is no doubt that this land god is essentially just a ghost. He is far different from the City God of Xi State who acts and enjoys life just like ordinary people.
Although, in terms of the nature of their priesthood, there is not much difference between them. They are all gods who protect one party.
To Fang Yuan at this time, the City God of Xi State was just an ant, he would die as soon as he blew his breath.
The reason why he came here to watch the operation of the land's priesthood this time was naturally not because he was full and had nothing to do and was extremely bored, but because he wanted to observe the operation of the gods firsthand, so that he could pretend.
"I have the Mingyu-Jun divine position. Even if I don't use it, I can simulate a trace of aura and disguise myself as a god. But if I want to really blend in, I'm afraid I have to refine a divine position..."
Fang Yuan is also addicted to pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
Before, he just pretended to be a true soul, which brought him huge profits and rewards.
This time I plan to play a big game and mix into Shinto, naturally for the purple star in the sky.
"After all... If you have a good divine position, you can reach the sky in one step... If you switch to the immortal way, how many days of energy does it take for a practitioner to become an immortal? How many disasters do you need to survive? Every step can be traced, so that's troublesome Very good."
Although the Shinto has many restrictions, the key is that it can be achieved quickly, and the Immortal is unwilling to give up and has a hand in it. Therefore, it can be called a mixed bag, and even the heavenly court has difficulty in clearing Mao Shen one by one.
And the immortal way must be passed down!
A fairy popping out of nowhere? Everyone would find it problematic!
What's more, Fang Yuan doesn't have any skills superior to those of Earth Immortal!
If you learn from other magical secrets to perfect your own Yuanling Qi nourishing technique, there will definitely be traces left in it.
Naturally, I am not afraid of immortals, but in this world, there are golden immortals who are almost the same as myself!
"Even... there is a realm above the Golden Immortal!"
Fang Yuan's eyes suddenly flashed with light.
Such a being, who is at the same level as him, will definitely be able to see what he is deducing in the technique, so he will not take it.
On the contrary, it is Shinto, everything depends on the idea of collecting incense, or the fusion with the powerful force of heaven and earth. Even if it is a struggle, it is just the use of divine power. He still has some confidence that he can fool it.
"To put it in layman's terms, immortals are Western mages, who rely on learning and research to make a living, and have a line of inheritance, while gods are warlocks, who rely on the sky to make a living, and are very arbitrary."
Fang Yuan thought silently, and after observing the gods' operations from the most basic perspective, he turned around and left.
Even if he was planning to become a god, he would never look down on this land.
The small mountain village was filled with smoke.
The earth god in the small temple was still working attentively, unaware of what kind of existence he had passed by.
…
"The formation of gods takes many forms!"
"The first is the first type. It is widely believed and worshiped, and it naturally gathers the faith of all living beings to become a god."
"The second type is the natural gods formed by the spiritual gathering of mountains, rivers, vegetation and trees!"
"In addition, the Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Court can also canonize gods, but... the Immortal Sect's talisman calls are somewhat unfair, and they can only canonize low-level gods."
"The last category is the fallen immortal cultivators or mountain spirits and monsters who turn to cultivating, borrowing the name of gods, collecting beliefs, etc. These are evil sacrifices and obscene sacrifices. All orthodoxies must crack down severely when they encounter them, because virtue is not matched, but if If you have the opportunity, you can also turn into a positive person, this is where the chance of survival lies."
Fang Yuan thought, what he was going to take was the fourth path.
Although he had already suppressed a divine edict, which contained Lord Mingyu's throne and the title of Heavenly Lord, if he were to become a god based on this, he would be seeking death!
The previous incident in Luoshen Valley will be implicated immediately, and soon there will be a large number of investigations, from the physical body to the divine soul. In the end, the boss will probably be exposed.
"This road is blocked, so we can only take a roundabout way, accumulate merit, spread fame, and obtain a heavenly seal!"
The so-called heavenly seal is a mortal god who has accumulated a lot of merit, or is famous and famous, or has great strength, and the heaven feels it, and bestows the title and promotes the divine status.
In Fang Yuan's view, it was just another form of court recruitment.
"There are many dragons and snakes in the grass! Among the hairy gods who are not noticed by the heaven, their origins are mixed. They include fallen gods, immortal cultivators, and even mountain spirits and monsters. No matter how powerful they are, it is difficult to figure them out. This is how I hide my identity. It’s there.”
Fang Yuan immediately decided to join the Shinto Way and become a god in the flesh.
Of course, the so-called divine position is just a disguise. It is not even a layer of skin, but at most it is just clothes.
His real foundation is his own Dream Master cultivation and the body of source power!
Fang Yuan glanced at his attribute column:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Refined:? ?
gas:? ?
god:? ?
Occupation: Dreamer
Cultivation:? ? ? (unnamed)
Skills: Pangu Eagle Body [Ancestral Witch Bloodline Strengthening (Level 1)], Creation Sword Formation [Nine Swords (100%)]
Expertise: Planting Technique [Level 6] (Full Level), Fierce Eyes [Level 3], Body of Source Power
Status: Source power recovering (80%)"
"Have I recovered 80% of what I was at my peak?"
Fang Yuan clenched his fist. At this moment, even with his bare hands, he was sure to smash several immortals to death.
Of course, the dream master's cultivation level is the same as the source power. They are both things with a deep imprint of the inner demon world. It is better not to use it if it can be used.
In fact, he was not prepared to expose even the fifth layer of Yuanling Qi-nurturing Technique on his body.
Fang Yuan, who took away the inheritance of Lord Mingyu from Luoshen Valley, could also be regarded as an identity, which was enough to give him more advantages in subsequent games.
"At this time, the best thing for me is to disguise myself as a man with a thousand faces, peel off one layer of identity, and leave another layer, so that no one can ever get to the core of the secret!"
Fang Yuan flicked his nails.
This time he was planning to seize the throne. He had already made some calculations in his mind, and the key information was given by Mingyu Jun.
This heavenly boss has experienced a lot in his life, and he has also remembered many opportunities.
Some of these opportunities have not come yet, and some are so dangerous that even Mr. Mingyu dare not explore them.
As for those related to Shinto and happened to be born recently, Fang Yuan picked them up and finally found one.
…
Eight hundred miles of Canglang River.
This is a mighty river that flows through several large countries such as Qi, Zhu, and Feng.
Each of these countries is several times larger than the Xi Kingdom. They are assisted by immortals and are powerful in all directions.
In the upper reaches of the Canglang River, there is a section that is extremely steep, like a waterfall, with rapid water flowing straight down, forming the shape of a dragon gate.
Every year, a large number of migratory fish come here, vying to cross the dragon gate and go to suitable areas upstream to spawn and reproduce.
The fish at this time have the best taste, and the nutrients stored in the body are also the richest. Especially the ones after crossing the dragon gate can even become spiritual materials!
This is also the origin of the allusion of "carp leaping over the dragon's gate".
At this time, it is the migration season again.
Fang Yuan was driving a small boat with extremely simple furnishings, including a small table and a pot of turbid wine.
Looking around at random, I saw sparkling waves, like a giant dragon lurking under the water, with scales and half claws occasionally appearing.
"I think back then, I once made a carp..."
Fang Yuan was holding the cup, but his eyes were a little blurry.
That was when he was in the realm of water, he transformed into a carp, and finally the fish and dragon transformed into a dragon, and even intervened in the matter of setting a cauldron in the human world.
Although he finally escaped in time, he still made a lot of money.
Any sleepwalking experience in the lower realm is a valuable asset in his life.
When I recall a little at this time, I feel that everything I have experienced suddenly becomes vivid again.
Wow!
At this time, a carp was bouncing, its body was like a tight bow, it jumped suddenly, drew a long water line, and jumped towards the dragon gate.
The carp leaps over the dragon's gate, it begins!