Chapter 445: Heaven Has No Two Suns—I Have Only One Sun in My Heart!

The Twelve Wild Gods, all manner of human immortals.

Hong Yi had originally thought Gu Qing did not cultivate his own power, but suddenly, this move of Gu Qing’s revealed a force capable of crushing the Grand World—especially the Gouli Shenwang and the Terrifying Shenwang, whose combat prowess was utterly unmatched.

Afterwards, these Wild Gods carved mountains and built bridges; under the operation of the Supreme Primordial Spirit, the myriad human immortals governed the ninety-nine states. The once scattered Tang Dynasty became a solid iron plate, acquiring the aura of an ancient human immortal dynasty.

Even the legendary qilin came to pledge allegiance to the Tang Dynasty.

Hong Yi sat within the imperial library, studying the wisdom of human civilization brought from beyond the heavens, gaining deeper insight into heaven and earth, and into cultivation.

In his contemplation, Hong Yi recorded many things and went to seek Gu Qing’s guidance, entering the palace to find Gu Qing and the current Crown Prince Gu Yi seated together, with no distinction of rank or status; Gu Yi was sketching on paper, while Gu Qing solemnly gave instructions to others.

“Hong Yi, come here.”

Gu Qing saw Hong Yi, waved him over, and introduced the three men before him: “This one is Fang Yuan, the unparalleled child prodigy of the Fang family of Hengzhou, a natural cultivation genius cultivated by Meng Shenji, and the heir of the ancient Holy Emperor Ji.”

Cultivated by Meng Shenji? Heir of an ancient Holy Emperor?

Upon hearing this, Hong Yi looked at the seven-year-old child Fang Yuan, his gaze now more solemn.

“This is Tang Hailong, the genius of the Tang family of Tangzhou, a master cultivated by Meng Shenji, the eldest disciple of the hidden sect Star Sect, and the heir of the ancient Holy Emperor Shi.”

Gu Qing introduced the second to Hong Yi.

Hong Yi listened carefully, deeply aware that the age was truly changing—ancient Holy Emperor heirs were now emerging in droves.

“This is Li Feiyu, the legitimate son of the Li family of Yuanzhou, a master cultivated by Meng Shenji, and also a Holy Emperor heir.”

After briefly introducing them, Gu Qing turned to Fang Yuan, Tang Hailong, and Li Feiyu, then pointed to his own son: “This is my son, and also the heir of the ancient Holy Emperor Pan.”

Gu Yi drew the Pan Emperor Sword beside him.

The heirs of the Holy Emperors had their own hierarchy; Pan, the founder of the ancient dynasty, was unquestionably the highest. The others—Ji, Shi, and so on—ranked below. Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan, Tang Hailong, and Li Feiyu immediately bowed to Gu Yi.

“I believe only one heir of the ancient Holy Emperors is enough. The rest should be abolished. What do you think?”

Gu Yi said calmly, holding the Pan Emperor Sword.

Fang Yuan, Li Feiyu, and Tang Hailong glanced at Gu Qing standing there, then at the Pan Emperor Spirit Sword, and all three nodded in unison.

Too terrifying—I have no objections!

“Good!”

Gu Qing nodded in satisfaction, confiscated their Holy Emperor relics, and said: “This is my care for you.” If they continued to cling to these relics, death would inevitably follow.

Fang Yuan, Li Feiyu, and Tang Hailong had no objections; only when Gu Qing dismissed them did they bow and withdraw.

Hong Yi, standing nearby, fully understood. A stable dynasty could not tolerate anything capable of rebellion. He stepped forward to seek Gu Qing’s guidance on scriptures.

“Not yet.”

Gu Qing extended his hand, tapped once—and Hong Yi felt a brilliant light flood his mind.

“This is the thought of an ancient Yangshen.”

Gu Qing said: “You must carefully contemplate it, and soon attain the Realm of the Creator.” This Yangshen thought had been excavated by Gu Qing from a mid-sized world; after Hong Yi slightly refined it, Gu Qing added: “Follow Tang Hailong. He will enter the Instant Maze. Deep within its core lie ninety-nine hidden gates—use them to hone yourself.” Consider it a dungeon run.

Tang Hailong belonged to the Star Sect, which now lay hidden underground.

Hong Yi, having received this immense boon—the Yangshen thought—readily accepted the order.

The imperial palace.

Gu Qing held Meng Bingyun as she softly spoke: “Recently, Meng Bingxin sent me a mental message—she lost.”

Meng Bingyun and Meng Bingxin were sisters, identical in appearance, and always competing. Now one was the Lady of the Central Great World, the other the Empress of the Grand World; their statuses were nearly equal. But Gu Qing had shattered the Central Great World single-handedly, forcing Xu Yi to hide in fear, and the gap between them was now clear.

Had it not been for the moment she attained Yangshen, when all worlds in the cosmos felt the purity of yang, Meng Bingxin would have suspected Gu Qing had already achieved Yangshen.