Chapter 864: Deterring the Entire World!

At this moment, it had been more than ten days since Marshal Tianpeng beheaded the centipede spirit Pudu Cihang, in the great hall of the imperial palace.

"Your Majesty, although Marshal Tianpeng beheaded the centipede spirit that harmed our dynasty, and even rounded up the believers who originally worshipped the centipede spirit, it can be said that he is a benefactor of our dynasty."

"However, at the moment, Marshal Tianpeng has also gathered tens of thousands of believers; even if it is not Marshal Tianpeng's original intention, now in this capital city, the hearts of the people only have the Tianpeng Temple, and the hearts of the people now only have Marshal Tianpeng..."

Marshal Tianpeng naturally would not be bored enough to let the people of the capital city build a temple to worship him, but he could not stop the people from regarding him as a god in their hearts.

Of course, this was not wrong; with Marshal Tianpeng's cultivation, although it was not worth mentioning in the Primordial World, and even if it were not for the existence of the *Journey to the West* kalpa.

He feared that Marshal Tianpeng's reputation would not be known to the world.

But in this Liaozhai World, Marshal Tianpeng was an existence that even the Demonic Dao could not do anything about; how could he not be a god?

Of course, the Tianpeng Temple was not without any use; now Marshal Tianpeng could completely discover whether there were demons, monsters, or ghosts in the capital city through the movements around the Tianpeng Temple.

Although, once Marshal Tianpeng released his divine sense, let alone the capital city of the entire dynasty, even the surrounding county cities were within Marshal Tianpeng's perception range.

However, for Marshal Tianpeng, keeping his divine sense released was a very troublesome thing.

So now that he could be lazy through the existence of the Tianpeng Temple, Marshal Tianpeng would not refuse, and was even very happy.

On this side, Marshal Tianpeng was still monitoring the demonic aura in the capital city through the existence of the Tianpeng Temple.

However, because of the deterrent of Pudu Cihang's monster body, now in this capital city, let alone the existence of demons, monsters, and ghosts, even mortals with evil thoughts did not dare to do anything harmful to heaven and reason.

On the other side, in the great hall of the imperial palace.

"Given all this, if we let the Tianpeng Temple develop, who can guarantee that Marshal Tianpeng will not become another centipede spirit?"

"Moreover, how can our human race have such a powerful cultivator? Whether it is Kunlun, Fomen, or Daoist cultivators, our dynasty has not failed to worship them."

"But let alone a cultivator as powerful as Marshal Tianpeng, there has never been a cultivator who reached half of his strength; perhaps, Marshal Tianpeng is just another monster wearing a human skin..."

At this moment, under this great hall, an old man with white hair and a very hunched figure was kneeling very stubbornly in the great hall, with the bearing of someone concerned for the country and the people.

And with the destruction of Pudu Cihang, the Emperor, who had not appeared at the morning court for a long time, was now finally sitting on the dragon chair that symbolized the master of a country.

It was just that, the Emperor, who should have been in his prime, looked at him at a glance; not only were his steps very floating, but his complexion was also as pale as a dead person's.

This appearance was clearly not just excessive indulgence, but also a deficiency of blood and energy, and even more so the long-term use of potent drugs.

A discerning person could see at a glance that this master of a country, who was in his prime, obviously would not live for much longer.

At this moment, as the Emperor, hearing the old man's words, he frowned, but before the Emperor's words could be spoken, he began to cough.