Covering the Sky: Guys, make room for me in the restricted area.

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The Qilin Emperor said, "Among the human race, there is also this method, but it is difficult to form a system. Some people may have a deep understanding of it over time, but it will dissipate with the passage of time. This method is not easy for the human race to implement."

Qin Feng nodded in agreement.

Humans are a very peculiar species.

If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't. Everyone has different beliefs.

When the Taiyin Human Emperor was awe-inspiring throughout the world, they revered him and gathered faith in him.

The Taiyin Emperor perished on the path to immortality, and other ancient emperors emerged in later generations. This caused a break in the faith, and the original intention dissipated. The attempt to restore faith failed.

After the Sun Holy Emperor attained enlightenment and became emperor, he recreated the human world, and faith reappeared, but he was no longer the Yin Human Emperor, but the Sun Holy Emperor.

Divided by beliefs, it is difficult to achieve great things.

"It's feasible, but the challenge isn't how to unite people's faith, but how to keep that faith from dissipating."

Qin Feng suddenly spoke up: "Nowadays, all living beings in the world respect the Heavenly Court, so faith flows continuously. We must ensure that faith is as strong as a rainbow, so that the Heavenly Court will not fall."

"This challenge is mine."

Every living being has a soft spot in its heart.

It is not that no one will find a way to bring faith back to the world in the future.

Amitabha Buddha, the Great Emperor, and Shakyamuni in his demonic form, represent a method of returning to one's faith.

His method of returning to faith was successful because it established an immortal legacy: Western Desert Buddhism, where he dedicated his life to studying the power of faith.

Therefore, he succeeded.

Qin Feng now understands that the way to bring back faith is to ensure that the Heavenly Court exists forever and never falls to the mortal realm.

Like the immortal emperor, in the beginning of ancient times, the emperor descended to earth, without pursuing the title of emperor.

This method will collapse once the fall occurs.

"This is a long road, no less time-consuming than the arduous journey through the mortal world you wish to take."

The old Golden Crow suddenly spoke: "Heavenly Emperor, in this lifetime, I do not know if you will be able to complete this path, and even if you do, it is still unknown whether you will be the one who returns."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "I will not take this path. I deduced this path so that my fellow Daoists, the Human Emperor and the Holy Emperor, could return. I believe in my true spirit. I will not put everything on this path, nor will I gamble on whether the person who returns in the future will still be me."

"If I were not myself, what would be the point of embarking on this path and breaking free from my shackles!"

The old golden crow sighed softly.

The Qilin Emperor and the others also sighed softly.

Suddenly, everyone was a former ancient emperor, a truly majestic being standing at the pinnacle of the universe.

Looking back on those years, in his first life he was invincible, but in his second life, in his later years he still had to travel far into forbidden territory.

Dude, move over a bit.

The length of Qin Feng's journey on the path to immortality was beyond their imagination.

There is a way to return, but they don't want to take that path. They're not human! It's infuriating!

“Fellow Daoist, you want to create a completely new path for yourself. For example, bringing about the Golden Age is still your most steadfast choice to fill the gaps in your own Dao.”

Emperor Xuanwu said, "This path is not easy to traverse. Throughout history, few have been able to master all the Dao techniques."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng smiled but remained silent.

A moment later, a soft voice rang out: "There were originally no roads in this world, but as more people walked on them, roads were formed."

"The path to becoming an emperor is like this, and so is the path to immortality. A path that doesn't exist must be walked by someone first, so that it can eventually become a path."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

The old Golden Crow was deep in thought, and the Black Tortoise Emperor, the Qilin Emperor, and the Myriad Dragon Emperor were also deep in thought, pondering Qin Feng's words.

The path to immortality and transcendence requires daring to be the first among men; this is the essence of it.

After a long while, the old golden crow came to its senses.

"Then so, may the golden age be as you wish."

The old Golden Crow said, "In recent years, the human world has been in complete chaos, and many brilliant people from the ancient times have emerged one after another."

"From this perspective, I was once a glorious emperor, suppressing half an era. Among the geniuses of my generation, I reached the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor, but I attempted to undergo the Tribulation of Becoming a Dao."

Qin Feng glanced at the old Golden Crow.

Suddenly, he realized that Old Jinwu was even more shameless than him.

"I will go to the mortal world to see what level the golden age I created has reached."

An idea popped into Qin Feng's mind.

The next moment, he walked out of the Heavenly Court.

Looking back, it was now the Eastern Wilderness Divine City.

Qin Feng, dressed in plain white robes, concealed his divine aura.

Her eyes sparkled like stars, and her thick, black hair cascaded down her shoulders.

Walking among the crowds, he was somewhat different from ordinary people, and passersby would all walk past him.

They had no idea who he was, nor did they know that he was the current ruler of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor who was awe-inspiring throughout the universe.

But what came from the soul was to make way for Qin Feng.

"No wonder my mortal world magic has problems; I still need the true self to come in person to comprehend everything."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, "In my second life, I walked the mortal realm with the Dao Fruit, but I did not conceal my sharpness too much, or perhaps my situation is similar to now."

"Without truly integrating into the mortal world, one cannot truly experience it. This is vastly different from Ye Hei's dream of eternal ages, where each life ends tragically."

Qin Feng paced back and forth, also working on perfecting his own laws.

Looking at the current situation and comparing it with previous years, it is clear where the problem lies.

With a loud 'boom,' a great battle erupted in the distance.

The Eastern Wilderness Divine City is a place where many geniuses gather, and also a place where many ancient families operate.

Only by dominating the heroes in the divine city can one truly prove their extraordinary status among the prodigies of this generation.

Qin Feng was pondering how to improve his mortal arts and how to change them in the future.

The sage's power shook heaven and earth.

Qin Feng, intrigued, walked toward the source of the battle's fluctuations.

It was a source storehouse, with many source stones piled up there. A humanoid source stone was being cut open.

Inside the Originium, a woman lay lifelike, with long purple hair, as if she had fallen asleep, and a spear was stuck in her chest.

"It turned out to be her."

Qin Feng was surprised: "It seems that because of the arrival of the Golden Age, many things have changed, and the future path is no longer pure."

The woman from Originium is none other than the Divine Silkworm Princess of Divine Silkworm Ridge. She was killed by a spear in the ancient times and slept in Originium until today, when she saw the light of day again.

Beside the woman, a strangely shaped member of the ancient royal family was reprimanding the crowd, one hand resting on the source stone, coldly looking at everyone present.

“His Highness the Heavenly Emperor will take this source stone.”

This ancient royal descendant looked down upon all the heroes: "Anyone who wants to seize it is welcome to come and challenge His Highness the Heavenly Emperor's authority, and I will wipe out your lineage."

In ancient times, people of many races gathered here.

There are also many cultivators among the human race here, but they are slightly inferior to these ancient royal families.

Suddenly, a stick fell from beneath the sky.

A vast expanse of celestial light arrived in an instant.

The ancient royal family member looked terrified and quickly moved aside.

A moment later, an old monkey, exuding a fierce aura, walked from a distance, radiating rage.

In such a situation, a single disagreement could lead to a massacre.

The object in the old monkey's hand was none other than the Immortal Iron Cudgel, the ultimate imperial weapon of the Fighting Saint Emperor.

"I'm here, none of you can take her away."

The old monkey sneered, "Emperor's son, Egg Prince, back then when my brother destroyed his father's temple, where did he hide?"

“If he wants it, let him come. If I don’t smash his skull with this stick, I’ll kill myself right here.”

Qin Feng watched from a distance.

He recognized the old monkey's identity as the younger brother of the Victorious Fighting Emperor, who would also become the Victorious Fighting Buddha of the Western Desert Buddhism.

But now, before he has joined Buddhism and before his violent nature has been completely cleansed, the old monkey still retains the warlike spirit of the Fighting Holy Ape clan.

The Immortal Iron Rod swept across the sky, its divine might unparalleled, a supreme imperial weapon.

Those around him were suffocating under the oppressive weight, all staring at the old monkey with horrified expressions.

"Where is the Emperor's son? Tell him to come out here!"

The old monkey sneered: "Hiding your head and tail, yet you dare to compete in this great world? Let him come out, I'll give him three moves, and see if his head is harder, or if my immortal iron rod is harder!"

In the distance, the divine generals and troops under the command of the Immortal Emperor were approaching this place.

These people are all supporters of the Emperor's son, and each of them is extremely powerful.

"Fellow Daoist, harmony is of utmost importance!"

An aged voice rang out from the crowd.

Upon hearing this sound, the people around suddenly dispersed.

Qin Feng's brows twitched violently as he looked toward the source of the sound.

He was an old man, a saint, with unfathomable strength, yet his face showed compassion, and he murmured, "Peace is the most precious thing."

"Damn it, it's bad luck!"

"It's over. A bloody battle is definitely going to break out here today!"

"When bad luck strikes, peace is paramount; no bloodshed is possible!"