Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Before you know it,

Since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the world has been unified, and the former fragmented pattern of the Five Regions and Eight Seas has vanished, with supreme majesty covering every inch of land.

Wang Sheng's command was like a decree from the heavens; all the forces of the heavens, the dynasties of the mortal world, and the sects of cultivation bowed their heads in obedience, exerting all their strength to frantically search for any trace of Sima Changfeng.

From the highest-ranking sages to the lowest-ranking mortal servants, everyone was mobilized.

City checkpoints strictly inspect travelers, and a tight net is cast over the hidden mountain forests.

Even the deepest abysses and most dangerous places have been explored by powerful individuals in turn.

An invisible net has quietly enveloped the entire world, leaving no blind spots.

period,

There are many stubborn individuals, either remnants of the old forces or those with ulterior motives, who cannot stand the Heavenly Court's swift and decisive style and attempt to secretly hide clues and deliberately cause trouble and obstruction.

The Heavenly Court showed no mercy to these troublemakers. Once discovered, they were immediately and swiftly suppressed, their families confiscated and their clans exterminated, and they were uprooted as a warning to others.

The northern barbarian territory.

Ninggu Prefecture.

This place is far north of the Central Plains and is known throughout the world as a bitterly cold and desolate place.

The northern landscape is a scene of ice and snow stretching for miles. As far as the eye can see, there is only white snow. The cold wind is like a knife, howling past and scraping painfully against the skin.

The world was a vast expanse of white, as if sealed by endless ice and snow.

Despite the harsh environment, people still stubbornly remain.

The thick earthen houses are the only shelter for the local people; their walls are thick enough to withstand the biting cold wind.

Outside, snow was falling heavily, with goose-feather-like snowflakes dancing in the air and piling up into a thick layer of snow.

Inside, the stove was burning brightly, the red-hot embers crackling and emitting a faint but warm heat that kept out the bitter cold outside.

A wisp of smoke rose from the chimney on the roof, ascending into the hazy sky, only to be instantly dispersed by the cold wind and vanish without a trace.

Inside the house, an old woman with a wrinkled face was kneeling shakily on the cold ground. In front of her was a miniature, simple, multi-faceted earthen building, which was a statue of the God of the Cold Heaven that she had sculpted herself.

She clasped her hands together, pressed her forehead to the ground, and respectfully bowed, murmuring incantations in an aged yet devout voice.

"May the cold heavens protect my son, may the cold heavens protect him and keep him safe, please protect my son and keep him safe!!!"

Again and again, with utmost devotion, his eyes filled with awe and anticipation.

Even though the once mighty Shanghantian had long been destroyed by a single punch from the ancient ancestor Tathagata of the Western Pole, many ancient ancestors in the palace were either dead or had fled, like stray dogs, their whereabouts unknown, and their supreme majesty was completely gone.

However, Shang Hantian ruled the northern barbarians for countless years, and his beliefs were deeply rooted in the bones and blood of the people of this land, and could not be dispelled in a short time.

Even though the Heavenly Court had just been established, it had been vigorously promoting the Heavenly Court faith in the northern barbarian lands, proclaiming the supreme divine power and world-saving merits of the ancient ancestor Tathagata of the Western Pole, and attempting to replace the faith of the Upper Cold Heaven. However, the obstacles it faced were greater than imagined.

The northern barbarian people have worshipped Shang Hantian for generations, and have an almost obsessive attachment to it, with extremely strong antagonistic feelings.

The government forcibly promoted the new faith, which was secretly resisted by the people. This often led to fierce conflicts between the two sides, and bloodshed was commonplace. The northern barbarian lands were always rife with undercurrents.

dong dong dong...

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Open the door for me right now!"

Urgent knocking and shouting came from outside the earthen house.

Upon hearing this, the old woman slowly stopped praying. Her wrinkled face remained calm and composed, her eyes indifferent, without the slightest sign of panic.

She slowly pushed herself up from the ground, stood up shakily, and hunched over as she moved step by step toward the door.

"Squeak—"

The old wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a biting wind carrying snowflakes rushed in instantly, making the old woman's thin clothes flutter loudly.

Outside the earthen house stood two burly constables, dressed in official robes, with short knives at their waists and fierce expressions.

The leader of them had a face full of fat, a scar on his cheek, and his eyes revealed a fierce look.

"Old man, you still believe in this bullshit 'heavy weather' stuff?!"

"I told you long ago, no matter how many times you believe me, I'll smash it every time! You just never learn, do you?!"

"Do you really need me to loosen up your muscles? Hmm?"

The scarred constable was furious, his face showing obvious impatience, and he said fiercely.

He rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to fight the old woman.

But then,

His companion, the fat constable, quickly stopped him.

"Hey, hey, that's enough, Brother Lin, calm down. Why bother arguing with an old woman like her? It's not worth it!"

"I'll talk to her."

Then the fat constable went into the house, talking to the old woman while pretending to smash the simple little earthen building.

"You, just hand over this dilapidated building obediently, and we'll let it go if we smash it up. Otherwise, if we really want to punish you, your old bones can't take the torture."

The old woman had been indifferent, but when she saw him about to smash the small earthen building, she immediately became anxious and rushed over to stop the fat constable.

"Hey, you old geezer, you don't know what's good for you, do you? Let go of me, let go!"

The fat constable scolded.

"Hahaha, Old Liu, you've finally met your match! I told you long ago, these troublemakers can't be tolerated!"

Scarface laughed triumphantly.

He didn't step forward to help, but just watched the show with amusement.

in fact,

The situation was that he played the bad cop and the fat guy played the good cop.

He wouldn't actually lay a hand on an old woman; he was just trying to scare her.

These deeply religious old people are the most difficult to deal with. Without showing some ruthlessness, the task assigned to us by our superiors simply cannot be completed.

"Damn it, you old geezer, you don't appreciate my generosity!"

"Don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Brother Lin, please take good care of my eighty-year-old mother!"

The fat constable got angry and shoved the old woman aside. With a whoosh, he drew his iron knife and shouted.

"Come on, chop me up! Go ahead and chop me if you dare!"

"This old woman has had enough of living, she doesn't want to live anymore, and she's thinking of going to see Shang Hantian!"

The old woman stretched her neck and shouted fearlessly.

The fat constable was dumbfounded.

The scarred constable was speechless and was about to step forward to speak.

suddenly,

A cold voice rang out behind the scarred constable.

"Mother, should these two lackeys be killed?"

The voice was calm, yet it contained endless chill and murderous intent, sending shivers down one's spine.

Scarface felt a sudden chill run down his spine. A deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body, making his hair stand on end and his scalp tingle.

He didn't even notice someone approaching!

The opponent's cultivation level far surpasses his!

next moment,

The old woman's previously stubborn and cold face instantly blazed with intense resentment and ferocity; her voice was sharp and icy, echoing throughout the room.

"Don't kill them, they'll be useful! The sacrifice to Shang Hantian just happens to require human offerings, so let these two lackeys be the sacrifices!"

"Yes, Mother!"

dong dong!

The two constables collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Fuck you!"

The scarred constable was knocked unconscious after only managing to utter half a sentence.

Before falling into unconsciousness,

He clutched a sachet tightly in his hand, inside which was a protective talisman bestowed by the Heavenly Court, which could save his life in critical moments.

But in reality, this protective charm is mostly useless. Many messengers died, and the charm didn't seem to work.

After the scarred constable fainted, he was still clutching the sachet tightly in his hand, pinning his last hope on it, hoping it could save his life.

He's willing to pay any price!

He didn't want to die!

……

A colossal underground chamber, magnificent in scale, with walls cast from solid black iron, covered in ancient runes, exuding an obscure aura, clearly a hidden forbidden place.

In the center of the secret chamber, the candlelight was bright, with dozens of huge dragon-patterned candlesticks burning with an inextinguishable sacred flame, illuminating the entire chamber as if it were daytime.

One by one, martial arts masters dressed in pure white robes, their auras refined, stood in neat rows in the secret chamber. Each of them had a respectful expression and burning eyes, and they were devoutly worshipping the high platform in the center of the chamber.

On the high platform, there is a palm-sized, pure white, and shimmering fragment, which is the fragment of the Shanghantian Immortal Palace that was destroyed in the past!

The fragments still retain a faint ancient Taoist charm and majesty, and even though they are just fragments, they still inspire awe.

"This is Shanghantian, this is the magnificent Shanghantian!!!"

The old woman standing to the side was not qualified to worship, but she was still very excited when she looked at the white jade-like fragment, and tears streamed down her face.

"Mother, please mind your manners and don't be impolite or disturb the sacred artifact of Shanghantian."

The old woman's son stood at the front of the group of people in white robes. Dressed in white, with a stern face, he was exceptionally talented and stood out among them.

Seeing his mother lose her composure, he frowned slightly and whispered a reminder.

"Han Yu, there's no need to be so harsh. The old lady has been a devout follower of Shang Han Tian all her life. It's understandable that she's excited to see this sacred object. Let her vent her emotions."

A gentle voice rang out. The speaker was a white-robed, bald old man with a kind face, deep eyes, and unfathomable cultivation. He was the leader of this group of white-robed people and Han Yu's master.

The bald old man looked at Han Yu with gentle eyes and said with a smile.

"Yes, Master!" Han Yu dared not disobey and immediately bowed respectfully.

"Yes, you have exceptional talent and a resilient character, far surpassing your peers. As long as you cultivate diligently, your future is limitless."

The bald old man nodded in satisfaction, his tone full of praise. Then, his tone changed and he became serious. "Today, I'm going to tell you a huge secret. You must keep it in your heart and never reveal a single word to anyone."

"The direct descendant of the Northern Ancestor, Immortal Changfeng!"

"This son of an ancient ancestor is a reincarnation of an immortal, and has already gained the support and recognition of all the ancient ancestors in the entire Upper Cold Heaven. Today, I will take you to pay homage to Immortal Changfeng. With your talent, you should be able to attract Immortal Changfeng's attention, and perhaps you can even become his disciple."

The bald old man kept talking incoherently.

Han Yu was deeply moved, her eyes filled with longing and excitement. She nodded repeatedly, her heart filled with awe for the Changfeng Immortal she had never met before.

They were all immersed in the excitement of their upcoming audience with the important figure, filled with fervor.

No one noticed that on the floor in the corner of the secret room, the celestial sachet hanging from the waist of the unconscious Lin San, the constable with the scar, suddenly trembled slightly and emitted a faint golden light the moment he heard the words "Changfeng".

Immediately afterwards, Lin San, the scarred constable who was lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly stiffened, then quickly relaxed and eased up.

His eyes trembled slightly, and a golden light flashed beneath his eyelids.

"Alas!"

Scarface let out a barely audible sigh.

"woke up?"

Hearing the noise, Han Yu looked in the direction of the sound.

"It's alright, come, let's pay our respects to the Immortal Changfeng!"

The bald old man ignored the scarred constable's voice, assuming it was just the grogginess of someone just waking up.

It's normal for most people to make such indistinct murmurs when they first wake up from a coma.

Of course, even if the bald old man notices something amiss, he will uncontrollably ignore it.

When that sigh was uttered, what was bound to happen had already happened!

The bald old man took out a jade statue from his pocket and placed it next to the fragments of the Upper Cold Heaven Immortal Palace.

Then, led by the bald old man, everyone began to kneel and worship the jade statue of Immortal Changfeng once again.

"Great Immortal Changfeng! Please grant us power..."

The bald old man first offered a long, rambling prayer.

Then he began to introduce Han Yu, this genius, to Immortal Changfeng.

Cold jade,

He's only thirty and about to advance to the Imperial Realm. With enough training, he could easily advance to the True Lord Realm. Who knows, he might just be another seed of an ancient ancestor.

For thousands of years, this is how Shanghantian has nurtured geniuses.

The reason why the Immortal of the Long Wind is now accepting so many believers is definitely not for the sake of the entire Northern Barbarians, but rather because he is practicing some kind of supernatural power.

perhaps,

He borrowed the methods of the ancient patriarch Tathagata of the Western Paradise.

And it was after the bald old man gave a detailed introduction that...

The jade statue of Sima Changfeng on the high platform finally trembled slightly.

Then, a soft white light slowly appeared, growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated the entire secret room.

The palm-sized jade human figure seemed to come alive at this moment, shining brightly and exuding a solemn and dignified aura.

The eyes of the person in the jade statue were originally closed.

At this moment, amidst the excited and shocked gazes of everyone, suddenly, as if it were a real person, it slowly opened its eyes!

"The Immortal Changfeng has appeared!"

"Greetings, Immortal Changfeng!!!"

The bald old man was overjoyed and immediately knelt down.

The others, including Han Yu and the old woman, were also excited and shocked. They all knelt down and worshipped, not daring to look up at the immortal.

And at the very moment everyone knelt down and kowtowed,

The jade statue opened its eyes, as if about to speak.

then,

He saw,

A man with a fleshy face, a scar on his cheek, and a coarse appearance had stood up at some point. Ignoring all the worshippers in the secret chamber, he stepped in front of the jade statue and grabbed it in his hand without any hesitation!

The movement was casual, as if he were picking up an ordinary object!

"Sima Changfeng, so you were in the Northern Barbarian lands!"

The scarred constable's eyes gleamed with intense gold, and he smiled faintly as he spoke calmly.

The jade statue's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression.

then,

With a snap,

The jade statue shattered.

"It's no use, Sima Changfeng, I've got my eye on you!"

Scarface, who was actually an avatar of the Western Buddha, said with a smile.

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Let me sort out my thoughts.

I have a question for you readers.

After this world's events conclude, would you like to see a battle for supremacy among civilizations, or a bloodbath above the Yang God realm, a war against imperial clans, and the slaying of immortals? There will be a poll; please vote, dear readers.