Chapter 839: Invasion! Desolate Planet, Spreading the Divine Dao Faith

Chapter 839: Chapter 472: Invasion! Desolate Planet, Spreading the Divine Dao Faith

In a short span of time, the entire world’s Cultivation System and Cultivation Civilization were violently elevated by several tiers.

Moreover, because Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was abundant, many professions that had previously vanished began to revive. Professions such as Spirit Plant Master, Beast Master, Artifact Refiner, now that they had more resources, also made tremendous progress.

Those precious Spirit Plants that were hard to grow in Small Thousand Planes, the Spiritual Ore and metals that were hard to nourish, all sorts of peculiar resources, within this space, no longer posed any problem at all.

Previously, although the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm had suffered heavy losses, the inheritances that had been passed down for an unknown tens of thousands of years had all been copied in advance.

Whether it was Elixir Formula, True Form of Magical Treasure Map, or Array Masters, Rune Masters, Puppet Masters and so on, all sorts of different Cultivator professions began to flourish.

The entire Divine Realm Rules System underwent a tremendous change, from the top down. In the end, these cultivators who obtained preferential access to resources would climb up step by step, and still had to work for Zheng Yi.

All of this was entirely because of this source of abundant Spiritual Qi, which caused the entire Nine Provinces Divine Kingdom to obtain a massive enhancement. The benefits it brought were self-evident.

For a time, the entire Cultivation Civilization set off a great wave of development, the foundation of the Divine Country rapidly rose, and behind everything that lay within sight, there was always an invisible giant hand pushing from behind.

Another forty years passed, and the heritage and combat strength of the entire Nine Provinces Divine Kingdom had increased severalfold. The overall elevation of power fully flowed into the Celestial Palace, the Netherworld Netherworld, and the Divine Dao System, raising their upper limits even further.

The Nascent Soul Cultivators who had long been suppressed, many of whom had never had a chance to break through in this lifetime, now, because Heaven and Earth had changed, seized a once-in-a-millennium opportunity and directly broke through in one stroke.

There were dozens more Divinity Transformation Powerhouses.

Moreover, this number was still constantly increasing.

In a short period of time, a considerable number of powerhouses in the Divinity Transformation Realm would appear within the Nine Provinces Divine Kingdom, becoming the heritage of the Celestial Court and Netherworld.

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“This place is a Desolate Planet?! There is no systematic Cultivation Civilization…”

“You say this world is filled with Deserted People?!”

“Several planets in a row are all Deserted People?! No different from wild savages and barbarians…”

…

Pure Heaven!

As the various exploration teams returned by relying on the Space Jump Array of the South Celestial Gate, news from all directions converged. The Four Emperors and Three Spirit Masters gathered together and arrived above the Outer Celestial Heaven.

For everyone, this newly obtained information truly left them somewhat stunned.

After all, this was not an ordinary Small Thousand Plane, but the starry sky region of the Upper Realm.

With such a vast Spiritual Energy Origin, even newborn infants possessed extraordinarily good constitutions, most suited for Cultivation of Immortal Techniques and Daoist Techniques.

Yet according to the reports from the exploration, within this space, among so many planets, most were desolate and dead. On those world-planets where humans occasionally existed, they were actually still at the stage of primitive tribes, gathering immense numbers of Deserted People.

That they had not yet found a single Cultivation Civilization of proper scale up to now was extremely abnormal for an Extraordinary World.

If the Incense Fire Divine Realm were to be laid out here, relying on such abundant Cultivation Resources and such a vast and superior Cultivation environment, it would probably take only a few hundred years to develop into an unimaginably colossal behemoth.

How could it possibly have fallen into such a desolate state as it was now?!

When things deviate from the norm, there must be something strange!

Which among the Three Spirits and Four Emperors was not an old fox seasoned in a hundred battles, capable of one realm’s Power, and, over these hundreds of years of tempering, standing high above and governing the entire realm?

With suspicion in their hearts, they would not act rashly.

However, this matter concerned too much, so they naturally had to report it to Zheng Yi.

To ask this Lord of the Three Realms stationed in Pure Heaven to make a decision.

In the exalted Purple Luo Hall high above, Zheng Yi sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, auspicious clouds over his head blossoming into endless purple radiance, incomparably magnificent, as if nurturing a world of its own.

Behind him, Chaotic Air Flow rose and fell, with countless globes of light flickering in the void, or rather a Root-of-the-Sky Mother Tree taking root in the Chaos from the void, or a fissure opening in the emptiness, a pair of blood-red eyes emerging.

Yet regardless of which vision it was, the Three Spirits and Four Emperors standing below only spared it a brief glance before immediately lowering their heads.

By now, each of them possessed over a thousand years of Dao Practice, and had furthermore experienced the transformations of the Incense Fire Divine Kingdom, gaining tremendous benefits and the feedback of the Power of the Three Realms. Yet when facing Zheng Yi, this sole Daoist Lord of the Three Realms, they still felt themselves as insignificant as ants.

Especially when those unintentionally flickering blood-colored eyes behind Zheng Yi swept across them once, they all felt as if their very origins were about to melt.

All transformations were no longer at their command; it was as though their entire beings were about to twist and turn into a mass of flesh and blood.

That terrifying sensation made cold sweat stream down their backs; it was indescribable, impossible to gaze at directly, and not something they dared to speak of lightly.

Thus, they could only barely maintain their composure, while inwardly tense and cautious, entirely not daring to raise their heads, waiting for Zheng Yi, seated loftily above, to issue his decree.

As for the condition of those few below, Zheng Yi was well aware, yet he did not speak.

As the Lord of the entire Divine Country, holding the gate to a complete world in his grasp, Zheng Yi sat high above, shrouded in endless mist, and had no need to explain anything to those under him.

All things are but aspects of the Dao; everyone is nothing more than a stepping stone beneath the Great Dao.

The Great Dao leads to the heavens, the Supreme forgets emotions. The further one cultivates the Dao, the more cold and indifferent one becomes—this is not without cause.