"Ninety-five percent, with five percent missing?"
Fang Ming felt the strength of his Emperor Dao laws and pondered in his heart.
Even without considering his inner world, he was now a true peak Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
All he needed was to fill the remaining five percent of his Emperor Dao laws to truly ascend to a Perfect Immortal Emperor.
However, the further one progressed, the harder it was to fill the gaps, so this five percent required a vast amount of energy.
It was not something that could be achieved in a short period.
"Combining the two major systems, I still cannot reach the position of Perfect Immortal Emperor."
"I am still merely a Quasi-Immortal Emperor."
"However, within the perfect realm, I am likely the strongest Quasi-Immortal Emperor in history."
The strongest Quasi-Immortal Emperor!
When he was the tenth Quasi-Immortal Emperor, he could fight four at once, invincible among his peers.
But he was far from Fang Ming.
Fang Ming, who had combined the two major systems, could kill ordinary Quasi-Immortal Emperors in less than fifty moves.
This was under normal circumstances.
If he wielded the Four Immortal Slaying Swords and fought with the illogic of Immortal Slaying.
Or if he fought with his True Dao body.
These two methods, which transcended logic, could allow Fang Ming to instantly annihilate countless Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
In this way, it was not wrong to say that Fang Ming was the strongest Quasi-Immortal Emperor in history.
If it weren't for the limitation of magnitude, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords and the True Dao body would not be very effective against high-level, high-cultivation enemies. Otherwise, Fang Ming would not just be the strongest Quasi-Immortal Emperor, but could kill Immortal Emperors like slaughtering dogs, like ants.
"The strongest Quasi-Immortal Emperor..."
"With this cultivation, will I fall in the third ancient saint?"
Fang Ming murmured.
"So be it!"
"So be it!"
"Let it end like this!"
Fang Ming released the chaos where all the humans of the Human Race Heavenly Court resided within his inner world.
Under his control.
The chaos, only ten thousand great universes in volume, rapidly expanded.
One hundred million universes in volume, ten trillion single universes in volume, a number as vast as the sands of the Ganges...
Only when the volume of the chaos expanded to a size infinitely close to the level of a multiverse did Fang Ming stop expanding.
Limited by the magnitude of the boundless realm, even those who violated logic could not possibly create a world with a true multiverse volume.
Infinitely close to the multiverse level was already the limit of Fang Ming's abilities.
Of course, with his True Dao body, Fang Ming could create millions upon millions of such chaos.
However... ultimately, they were still "super-single" level worlds, unable to reach the energy level of a "multiverse"!
Infinitely close to the multiverse, even if magnified billions of times on this basis, it would only get closer to "infinitely close," but it could not reach the multiverse energy level.
"Pitiful! Restricted by magnitude."
With a flick of his finger, Fang Ming set the time in this expanded chaos to five hundred billion years later.
In an instant, five hundred billion years had passed.
Many cultivators of the Human Race Heavenly Court cultivated from Great Emperor to Red Dust Immortal, and then from Red Dust Immortal to Immortal King realm.
The Immortal King realm, if not commonplace, was still in the tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands.
There were even a few humans who had reached the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level.
Fang Ming shook his head.
Limited by magnitude, he could not truly create beings at the Immortal Emperor level.
"Five hundred billion years have passed..."
"Theoretically, this is the time when the immeasurable calamity arrives, but I can sense that it is still the Witch-Demon era, and the immeasurable calamity is still far away."
"It seems that the immeasurable calamity in the Land of Existence is not calculated by the time experienced by chaos..."
Fang Ming's figure slowly faded.
He appeared in the chaos that was close to the multiverse volume.
In the chaos where the Human Race Heavenly Court resided.
In the chaos that had experienced five hundred billion years of time.
A feminine voice echoed from the depths of existence.
"This time, can we summon many ancient saints to descend?"
A youthful voice replied, "Yes! The illogic of Immortal Slaying, when has it ever followed logic?"
"Beneath the sword formation, no peer ancient saint can contend."
...
In the Land of Nothingness.
"Crossing the Gate of Truth allows one to surpass the peak of the Immortal realm and reach an ineffable state..."
The ancient saint Jin Bifeng was weaving his realm.
He had already reached the peak of the Immortal realm.
His gaze was fixed on the Gate of Truth.
Stepping through the Gate of Truth, one could prove...
"Stop."
Lingbao Tianzun Yu Yu suddenly appeared before Jin Bifeng.
"Didn't you just suffer defeat?"
Yu Yu, with skin like cherry blossoms, asked.
Jin Bifeng shook his head. "For an Immortal peak cultivator in a seven-layered box, it was merely the loss of a portion of power close to the second-layered box. The loss was not severe and did not hinder me from weaving a higher realm."
"It's just a negligible loss of energy."
Yu Yu's large eyes flickered and said, "Your cultivation system is inferior to cultivating the spirit, nor is it as good as cultivating into a Primordial Being."
"Primordial Beings are stronger than Great Dao Saints, and spirits are stronger than Immortals. For ordinary people, this is quite acceptable."
After speaking, Yu Yu said to the ancient saints, "How about this time? Who wants to descend?"
The Lone Fire Ghost King suggested, "Why don't many ancient saints descend together?"
As soon as these words were spoken, ancient saints like Leng Yu Bing, Xiao Yue Wang, and Shen Ying Shi Zhe, who were slightly moved, agreed to his proposal.
...
In the Land of Existence.
There existed a chaos here.
The chaos was immensely vast; even a number of great universes as numerous as the sands of the Ganges were merely insignificant components within it.
It was only one step away from approaching a true multiverse.
Within the chaos, one world was the largest.
The Primordial World.
This world had developed for five hundred billion years, with five hundred billion years of human rule.
It had long since reached its peak, like an eternal regime, or rather, it was an eternal regime.
Although there were still other races, they no longer harbored any thoughts or intentions of rebelling against humanity in their hearts.
They had accepted their inferiority and their rule by humans as a matter of course.
Five hundred billion years, how long was that?
From the chaos nurturing three thousand demon gods, to the end of the Dharma era and its demise, and the sweeping of the immeasurable calamity, a single chaos epoch did not last this long.
Naturally, all other races had been thoroughly "tamed."
Tamed from body to mind.
The other races not only had no intention of rebelling against humans in their hearts, but they also regarded human rule as truth.
It was like trained dogs.
Dogs not only did not harm their masters, but they would automatically protect their masters when outsiders harmed them.
Dogs had the deepest affection for their masters.
The other races, the demon race, were the same.
Not only did they not harm humans, but they would automatically protect their masters when humans were harmed.
This was reflected not only in their actions but also in their hearts.
They had been completely tamed in their hearts.
By the seaside.
In a river.
In the river, there was a mackerel.
The mackerel had no intelligence, only instinct, and no cultivation; it was a mortal fish.
Just as the mackerel was happily swimming in the river, playing the game of big fish eating shrimp...