When the ragged youth appeared before everyone, stepping onto the fiery path that automatically parted to both sides, everyone knew that a new king had been born.
The oppressive power emanating from the boy was genuine; he had gained the approval of the immortals and was thus able to borrow some of their power, which was the foundation for establishing a dynasty.
As Xin Ba faced the gazes coming from all directions, he sensed envy, doubt, fear, resentment, greed, and a whole host of other emotions. But no matter what kind of gaze he received, he stood tall and accepted it all with equanimity.
Before entering the Flaming Mountains, he was a war orphan who was ignored and not even worth a second glance. He even had to sneak around and minimize his presence if he wanted to sneak in.
But things are different now. He has obtained the power to quell the chaos. Those figures who he could only look up to helplessly before now either bow down or surrender to him.
"I have gained the Fire Spirit's recognition. Next, I will fulfill the promise I made before the Fire Spirit, pacify the chaotic world, and bring order to the Sumeru Realm!"
The boy looked around, then suddenly drew his newly refurbished scimitar from his waist, the silhouette of a three-legged divine bird faintly visible behind him.
The flames burning around him seemed to bow low as if a king and his subjects had met, then surged forward, converging on the curved sword held high in the young man's hand.
"I am willing to follow in your footsteps and bring peace to this chaotic world!"
No sooner had the boy finished speaking than someone jumped out, confidently declaring that he was impressed by the boy's spirit and wanted to follow him to create an unparalleled great cause.
This is the process everyone is familiar with: as long as someone can prove that they have gained the approval of the immortals, naturally, people or a large number of forces will flock to them.
They weren't fools. The will of the immortals represented the general trend of the Sumeru Realm. No one wanted to be crushed by the overwhelming trend, so naturally they had to obey.
Thus, the boy, born into poverty and orphaned, quickly gathered a group of people around him. His previous status, position, and even cultivation level were no longer important; what mattered was his current identity.
The one approved by the Fire Fairy, the future king!
Even in the Sumeru Realm, if there are five rulers in the future, they will still be kings. Rather, it's more accurate to say that such a power structure suits the preferences of certain individuals, allowing them to act without restraint.
"I need information about the other four immortals. Which of you can provide me with that information?"
Xin Ba didn't even have time to carefully understand and integrate the forces that expressed their willingness to submit to and follow him. He only barely remembered the faces of some of them before he couldn't wait to ask.
"My king, you are the first person to gain the recognition of the immortals. With our help, you will surely possess the most expansive land. There is no need for worry!"
Some people misunderstood the boy's meaning and spoke up to comfort him, saying that they respected his power, but his humble origins would inevitably make some people think less of him.
"First place, that's perfect, answer my question!"
Upon hearing that he was the first, the boy smiled with satisfaction and then asked further questions. Even without feigning profundity, the power surging with his emotions made the group of people around him feel suffocated.
Where is the second closest fairy spirit to me?
What do you want to do?
Someone sensed something was wrong and asked in a trembling voice.
"Five kings are too many. If this continues, the shadow of war will linger, and people will continue to lose their loved ones. In the Sumeru Realm, one king is enough!"
Despite being born into poverty, the boy displayed astonishing ambition after gaining power for the first time, leaving his followers momentarily stunned upon hearing his words.
"this……"
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, stunned by the words uttered by the young king before them.
"Are you going to kill the other kings who have gained the approval of the immortals?"
"No, the power of the five immortal spirits is equal, without any difference in strength. The power of the five kings is mutually restraining, and their status is also equal. I do not have such an ability!"
Xin Ba shook his head in denial. He had learned many things from the Fire Fairy, and it was because of these things that he had developed a thought that he would never have considered before.
"To gain the recognition of the immortals and obtain their power before other new kings are born, that is enough."
"..."
Hearing the boy's ambitious and greedy words, everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
"The will conveyed by the immortals is that those who gain the recognition of the immortal spirits will have the power to establish a dynasty, and the five immortal spirits represent five kings!"
"This is the worst-case scenario. The immortal only said that one has gained the recognition of the immortals, not that one cannot gain the recognition of all the immortals at the same time!"
Xin Ba had a clear mind and a simple idea: he had already gained the first-mover advantage. If he could gain the approval of any one of the remaining five immortal spirits, he would possess the power of two immortal spirits.
In this way, even if the other immortal realms do not recognize him, he will still have the ability to suppress the new king recognized by those immortal spirits, and then he will be the undisputed king of the Sumeru Realm!
However, the idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
When Xinba expressed his desire to gain more recognition from the immortals and obtain their power, those forces that had pledged allegiance to him provided him with the information he desired after a brief exchange.
They were powerless to stop him, and why should they? Although doing so might go against the immortal's wishes, the immortal hadn't said it was impossible!
Anyway, it wasn't them who were courting death, but some lucky guy who somehow got lucky and gained the Fire Fairy's approval. Since he wanted to try, let him go.
Earth Fairy!
The test he set up was a vast underground labyrinth. The ambitious and confident Xin Ba was taken aback when he arrived at the entrance of the labyrinth with his Flaming Divine Blade and found that he could not enter!
Unwilling to give up, Simba, under the slightly disappointed gazes of the crowd, went on to find the other three trial sites set up by the immortal spirits, only to discover that he could not enter them either.
Because this process took a considerable amount of time, when he finally reached the last tree-sea maze created by the Wood Fairy, he witnessed the birth of the second king.
She was an elegant young woman. As she walked out of the sea of trees with a wooden staff in her hand, countless tender buds and leaves sprouted from the ground beneath her feet, spreading endless vitality.
This scene shattered the boy's ambition and made him realize that the will of the immortals cannot be disobeyed, even if he found some rules that seemed to have loopholes!
When Feng Bingwen gave the order, he didn't think much about it and just casually made the arrangements. However, the five guardian spirits possess their own will and wisdom.
They would try to figure out their master's intentions and then guide things in the direction their master wanted. How could they let some self-proclaimed clever little guys take advantage of the situation?
Thus, on the tenth day after the immortals descended to earth, the fifth king passed the test of the earth spirits and became the last monarch to appear. At this point, the pattern of five kingdoms standing side by side in the Sumeru Realm began to emerge.
However, it will take some time before the Sumeru Realm is truly reduced to only five kingdoms, because at this moment, there are still many kingdoms. Although a considerable number of them have pledged allegiance to the five kings, there are still some who stubbornly resist!
After all, if you look through history books, you will find that even those who gained the recognition of the immortals and received their special favor and established a unified dynasty, there were still some small countries in the backstreets that closed their doors and declared themselves kings. Such situations are not uncommon in history.
"Hmm, not bad, a total of sixty-five minor figures with the potential to become immortals!"
Meanwhile, atop the celestial palace, Feng Bingwen had recovered from his state of enlightenment and was reviewing the results reported by the Five Spirits!
For the little people who live and multiply in this blessed land, their focus is naturally on the king chosen by the five immortal spirits; as for the losers, they are not worth paying attention to at all.
But for Feng Bingwen, it was all different. Anyone who could pass the first test of aptitude was a leek worth his effort to cultivate and nurture.
Perhaps most of these petty people lack a firm will, or for various reasons, they are unable to realize their potential and embark on the path of immortality.
But it doesn't matter. Feng Bingwen will try his best to minimize the impact of these factors. During his time in charge of the blessed land, he will try to cultivate as many lesser human immortals as possible to maximize his benefits.
As for the special resources produced in the blessed land, to be honest, they are really not important, at least not for the disciples of the Supreme Dao.
"There should be more, and some omissions are inevitable, but it's not a big problem!"
Even sitting in the celestial palace, Feng Bingwen's gaze could penetrate through numerous obstacles to see the vast land below, with its surging essence and vigorous spiritual energy reaching straight to the stars.
The blessed land left behind by the Daoist Master is incomparable to the blessed land he himself possessed. If a comparison had to be made, it would be like the difference between an emperor who owns the world and a penniless beggar.
"These five assessment locations don't need to be canceled; let's keep them!"
With a thought, Feng Bingwen made arrangements for the next steps.
While the dwarfs of Sumeru Paradise were focused on the five new kings chosen by the immortals, those who had previously entered the trials set up by the immortals and were mistakenly believed to have perished under the power of the immortals all emerged.
What excited everyone was that a significant portion of these supposedly dead losers received divine blessings.
Their cultivation was consolidated, their realm was improved, their physique was optimized, and of course, the best thing was that they also obtained a cultivation method that was extremely compatible with them... After the news of all these benefits spread, the Sumeru Blessed Land was in an uproar.
Everyone was extremely excited because the five immortal spirits had not disappeared. The test site they set up was still there. Although the five kings had appeared, those who entered could still receive benefits, even if only a portion of them. This was enough to make people flock to it, since there was no danger to their lives. So why not give it a try?
Anyway, it's free, and it's not about risking your life!
"I don't have enough clones!"
Seeing that everything in the blessed land was initially on the right track under his arrangement, Feng Bingwen, after another enlightenment and awakening, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
His true form will definitely not leave the blessed land for a certain period of time in the future. Even if you try to force him to leave, he won't go unless he becomes an earth immortal and gains jurisdiction over a grotto-heaven!
Of course, it's still wishful thinking to expect to reach this level in a short time. It's not a matter of comprehension; it just requires time to accumulate experience.
"Hmm! If I remember correctly, my cheap master seems to be very good at creating avatars. Should I go and ask him for some help? No, wait, isn't it only natural for a disciple to ask his master for guidance?"
The five guardian spirits that Feng Bingwen naturally possessed with his innate Five Elements Dao Body used to seem like an endless supply, but now he felt they weren't enough. At this moment, Feng Bingwen had the idea of refining a Dharma Avatar.
There are many ways to practice the Dharma image, but the most orthodox approach is to stick to one image and practice only one Dharma image.
The most outstanding one is his master, who, having just transcended tribulation, crafted seven divine beast avatars in a row. He truly lived up to his celestial father and terrestrial mother. His talent and aptitude are unparalleled and incomparable.
By now, his master might have created even more Dharma Avatars. After all, the highest record set by the human race's prodigies is twelve Dharma Avatars. Feng Bingwen doesn't believe his master doesn't have the idea of breaking the record.
It would be a lie to say that Feng Bingwen wasn't envious of such top-tier Dharma cultivation methods. However, even if he had asked his master for them before, it wouldn't have mattered because his cultivation level was low at that time.
"To be honest, I'm ashamed to say that since returning to the sect and taking charge of the blessed land, I haven't visited my master at all!"
Without hesitation, Feng Bingwen, driven by his desire, stood up and took a step forward with a look of guilt on his face. Then, his figure disappeared from the celestial palace of Sumeru Blessed Land. When he reappeared, he had already returned to his own cave.
"Master, are you there?"
Ignoring Sun Yuansheng, who was scratching his head in frustration, Feng Bingwen directly pulled out his magic seal and harassed Zhao Junxian, completely forgetting his earlier attempt to deceive the monkey.
"What is it?"
Feng Bingwen received a concise response shortly after sending his harassing message.
"It has been a long time since I last paid my respects to my master. I have recently returned to the mountain and feel uneasy. I would like to visit him and pay him a visit!"
Feng Bingwen spoke earnestly and sincerely, almost moving himself to tears as he spoke; he was truly a filial disciple.
"Get to the point!"
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