On the back of the green ox, Old Lord Taishang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He sighed and said, "Senior Brother doesn't have any intention of reprimanding you. I just want you to cultivate in a low profile and find some time to make a trip to the depths of the Primal Chaos. But now it seems like … it's impossible."
"What happened?"
Jiang He was taken aback. "We can go to the depths of chaos anytime. Could it be dangerous?"
"Previously, I shielded you from the heavenly secrets and concealed your life force. No matter how the Divine Emperor and the Demon Emperor tried to divine, they would only be able to divine that you had already died."
"But if you attack in the Insect Race's territory today, you won't be able to hide it from the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor."
Taishang Laojun glanced at Jiang He then, suspicion and shock in his eyes as he said, "The power you've shown today is too unbelievable. You are not a Saint, but your combat ability would not lose out to an average Saint. Once you become a Saint … you would become a top Saint in a single bound!"
"Do you think the Divine Emperor and the Demon Emperor will let you continue to grow?"
Of course not.
Was there a need to ask?
Jiang He complained inwardly … Those two bastards had already attacked him last time, and they would definitely kill him if they had the chance in the future.
But …
Wouldn't it be fine if he didn't give them a chance?
The universe was incomparably vast.
Even a Saint couldn't cross countless galaxies and star regions in an instant … Just like today, if he ran a little faster, would the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor be able to catch up with him in an instant?
With a flash of inspiration, Jiang He whispered, "Senior Brother … the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor want me dead. Why don't we beat them at their own game and kill them instead?"
"Aren't you worried that I'll be plotted against by the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor when I go deep into the Chaos? Why don't you bring my Elder Brother Tongtian and Senior Brother Yuanshi to the depths of the Chaos and set up an ambush? When the time comes, I'll lure the enemies deep into the Chaos and bring the Celestial Emperor and Demon Emperor into your ambush. Then, we'll kill them all at once. Isn't that perfect? "
What Law of Saints …
If the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor were really killed, wouldn't the Saints of the Three Realms have the final say in the Three Realms?
Old Lord Taishang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he sighed and said, "How can a Deity Emperor or a Demon Emperor be killed so easily? Not to mention that I'm unable to leave the universe now. "
"Oh?"
Jiang He's gaze twitched and he asked in confusion, "Senior Brother can't leave worlds? Is there some kind of restriction? "
Old Lord Taishang smiled but didn't say anything. He simply looked up at the starry sky.
Jiang He felt a jolt in his heart and looked up as well, but there was nothing aside from the twinkling stars.
The two returned to the Three Realms together.
Taishang Laojun returned to the Tushita Palace, while Jiang He headed to the Biyou Palace.
The Grandmaster of Heaven personally received Jiang He. Being a Saint, he naturally sensed the commotion caused by the battle between Jiang He and the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint, and could not help sighing. "I had only thought that you had extraordinary luck before and had the potential to become a Saint. I didn't think that you would be no weaker than a Saint in the blink of an eye."
"Brother, you flatter me. Saints are immortal and have control over the rules of time. My strength has only reached the threshold of a Saint, but my control over the Dao is still far from that."
Jiang He replied humbly.
After taking a stroll and fighting Nine-Headed Insect Saint head-on, he had a direct understanding of his own abilities and realm.
His Immortal Dao Realm had not improved at all. He was still in the Great Circle of the Quasi-Saint Realm, but his Martial Dao Realm …
He must have broken through.
Jiang He had created the Martial Scripture and the fourteen tiers of martial arts.
As for the fifteenth-tier … according to Jiang He's hunch, it should be the same level as a Saint. His ability was limited when he created the Martial Scripture back then, which was why he did not create the fifteenth-tier of Enlightenment.
Still, according to Jiang He's extrapolation, the fifteenth-tier of martial arts must have something to do with opening a universe in his body.
His farm leveled up and fused with the world in his body, developing a planetary system …
It could only be said to be a coincidence.
Still, Jiang He felt that since the fifteenth-tier of martial arts was a match for Saints, it would at least have the mysticism of Saints, and would not just have the simple function of boosting combat ability with World Strength.
He still had to figure everything out.
After drinking and chatting away with the Grandmaster of Heaven, Jiang He went into seclusion again at night.
He entered the secret cultivation chamber of the Biyou Palace, and arrived in the world in his body with a single thought.
Meanwhile, Dumbo and the others were not idling in the world in his body.
Over the last few days, they had built a massive manor on a planet that resembled Earth.
The manor spanned over hundreds of miles, with lakes, pavilions, artificial mountains, and everything else one could expect. The many buildings and pavilions were all built by Trumbo using item refinement techniques, and were grand and luxurious.
The mansion, purple bamboo forest, Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment, several mutated grapevines, and the cove that Jiang He had built with his own hands were moved into the manor as well.
Jiang He took a seat beneath the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment and drank wine brewed from mutated grapes soaked in Origin Fluid, chuckling, "Now this feels like home … Kings and Marquises could move some living beings here and settle them on this planet. It would be livelier when the time comes."
The world in his body was a world of its own, and naturally had its day and night.
Jiang He yawned as he woke up at noon the next day, and after having lunch, he went to outer space.
In outer space, the corpses of the seven Demi-Saints of the Insectoids had matured.
What surprised Jiang He was that the seven corpses did not turn into stone coffins like the Demi-Saints he planted before. Instead, they turned into massive hives that hung in outer space like stars.
Jiang He grasped from the distance, and the hives shifted.
At the same time, a System notification jingled beside his ear —
[Ding!]
[+ 50 billion Farm Points.]
[+ 1 billion EXP.]
[Ding …]
As seven consecutive System Notifications jingled, Jiang He could feel that the universe in his body had expanded considerably.
The Chaos at the edge of the galaxy churned and expanded.
Jiang He extended his senses and found that strands of unique aura were surging out of the churning Chaos, turning into a cluster of light that hovered in outer space.
At the same time, the cluster of light kept changing, gradually forming a brand-new star.
"…"
Jiang He was dumbstruck.
Was the world in his body that humanized?
Jiang He could understand that increasing Farm EXP would expand the world in his body, but creating a planet out of thin air was too mystical.
"Perhaps this is how the universe evolves from nothing to something … and my world in my body has simply accelerated the evolution process because of Farm EXP."
"It's a pity that I only managed to kill six Demi-Saints in the Insect Race's territory this time. Including the Demi-Saint I killed earlier, these seven Demi-Saints don't have much resources."
In Jiang He's perspective, the Demi-Saints were all poor.
Still, it was understandable.
To create powerful Insectoid warriors, they would need to invest a large amount of resources. To create a Quasi-Sage level Insectoid warrior, perhaps the resources invested would be equivalent to the entire wealth of a Quasi-Sage level expert. It would be strange if they weren't poor.
In the days that followed, Jiang He focused on studying the world in his body, hoping to find the mysteriousness of the fifteenth-tier of martial arts …
Even so, it was useless.
Soon, a month had passed.
Jiang He walked out of the secret cultivation chamber sullenly and ran into Zhao Gongming.
"Martial Uncle … Jiang He!"
Zhao Gongming approached him. He had heard from the Grandmaster of Heaven about what Jiang He had done in the Insectoid's domain, and despite his shock, he did not find it so hard to accept being addressed as martial uncle.
"Taking a stroll, Old Zhao?"
Jiang He answered weakly.
"Is there something on your mind, martial uncle?"
"Sigh …"
"Don't mention it!"
Jiang He sighed. "I've cultivated in seclusion for a month, but I've gained nothing, not to mention that my ability improved very little … I'm quite troubled."
"Oh, right!"
He was struck by a thought. He looked at Zhao Gongming and asked seriously, "Old Zhao, I heard that powerful beings like you often find it hard to improve your strength even after tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years … Do you feel frustrated after such a long time? How do you usually entertain yourselves? "
Zhao Gongming was dumbstruck.
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