The worship of the Taiqing Saint's own destiny, incense, and faith was taken for granted by them.
In Fang Ming's eyes, how foolish this was!
This was the dregs of feudalism!
It must be swept away!
"Ming Yuan! I know you followed me."
Fang Ming shouted loudly, his voice echoing for billions of miles.
"Didn't you say that saints are omniscient, knowing everything?"
"Then did he predict this scene?"
After speaking.
Fang Ming, with the might of a Quasi-Emperor, moved the statue of the Taiqing Saint, this grand spectacle.
Then—he directly threw it into a nearby cesspool!
The statue of the Taiqing Saint, once filled with sanctity and infinite radiance, was now surrounded only by filth and stench, unbearable to smell!
The statue of the Taiqing Saint, which once enjoyed offerings, now only enjoyed filth and stench!
The people kneeling at the feet of the Taiqing Saint's statue, offering incense and faith, were completely stunned by Fang Ming's actions.
"The Taiqing Saint is one of the Three Pure Ones, the orthodox lineage of Pangu! Human Emperor, do you dare to throw the Saint's statue into a cesspool, are you not afraid of heavenly retribution?"
"A saint ordained by heaven, a mythical figure, how can he be so insulted? How can the ancestor of Xuanmen suffer such a great humiliation? This is the ancestor of Xuanmen!"
"The Taiqing Saint is the embodiment of the Great Dao, of rules, of order. If you dare to do this, there will be retribution! There will be retribution!"
"This is blasphemy! Blasphemy!"
The believers roared with heartbroken cries.
Because the supreme god in their hearts had been insulted!
The statue had been pushed into a cesspool!
There was no greater insult than this!
Fang Ming ignored them, his gaze fixed on Patriarch Ming Yuan behind him.
At this moment, Patriarch Ming Yuan was no longer as calm as he was when he spoke of fatalism.
His face was pale, and he looked at the statue of the Taiqing Saint, which had been pushed into the cesspool. His mind went blank, and he could not utter a single word.
The sacred statue of the Taiqing Saint, now in the cesspool, reeked of filth.
Extremely foul.
This had shaken Ming Yuan's worldview.
His worldview had been shattered!
Fang Ming looked at him and laughed heartily:
"Didn't you say that the Taiqing Saint is boundless, immortal, sees the past, present, and future, and knows everything? Didn't he predict what I would do millions of years ago?"
"Then what about now?"
"Now the statue of the Taiqing Saint himself has been pushed into a cesspool by me, filled with filth."
"Why doesn't he come out and destroy me?"
"Didn't he predict long ago that I would push his statue into a cesspool today, and therefore crushed me in the womb ten thousand years ago?"
"Since he predicted this, why didn't he destroy me when I was growing up, or even now?"
"Explain this inconsistency, Ming Yuan."
"Let this Human Emperor understand how powerful the calculations of a heavenly saint are! And how reliable your damned fatalism is!"
Patriarch Ming Yuan looked at Fang Ming with vacant eyes.
He could no longer say anything.
Pushing the statue of a saint into a cesspool.
Such an act would surely incur the wrath of the saint.
In Patriarch Ming Yuan's mind, saints knew everything.
Saints knew everything, foreseeing billions of years into the past and future.
Such an extremely insulting act would surely make the Taiqing Saint's blood boil, and he would have calculated the heavenly secrets and karma billions of years ago, foreseeing this scene today!
And how furious the Taiqing Saint would be upon foreseeing this scene was predictable.
He would surely act and crush Fang Ming!
Moreover, it was most likely not at this current moment that he would act to crush Fang Ming.
Doing so would be too delayed, waiting too long, inconsistent with the saint's rage.
The most likely course of action for the Taiqing Saint would be to crush Fang Ming in the womb, and before Fang Ming was born, to unleash countless lightning bolts, countless Taiqing divine lightning, to shatter Fang Ming and his mother into pieces!
Crushed into dust!
Or even more decisively, to have dealt with Fang Ming's parents millions of years ago, so he would have no chance to be born!
This was what Patriarch Ming Yuan had deduced about the might and ability of a saint through his study of the Golden Core Dao's ability to communicate with heaven and earth.
The Golden Core Dao was inferior to the Heaven-Shielding Method in terms of combat power.
But the pursuit of the Dao was never solely about combat power.
The Golden Core Dao, by communicating with heaven and earth and gradually merging with the rules of heaven and earth, derived a calculative ability. This divine ability, in Patriarch Ming Yuan's opinion, was the greatest advantage that surpassed the Heaven-Shielding Method.
In terms of divinity, the Golden Core Dao far surpassed the Heaven-Shielding Method.
A saint could calculate with a flick of his finger, knowing all things, all actions, all thoughts, all minds of the past, present, and future.
This was something the so-called Heaven-Shielding Method could never achieve; the Heaven-Shielding Method did not involve any calculative ability at all!
However, Patriarch Ming Yuan never expected that Fang Ming could actually push the statue of the Taiqing Saint into a cesspool!
Such an act was absolutely inconceivable to him!
Because, if a saint could foresee such an act, it would be impossible to carry it out.
There would be no opportunity to carry it out!
The saint would surely prevent this scene from happening!
There was only one possible reason why it could be carried out: the Taiqing Saint did not foresee this scene of his statue being pushed into a cesspool at all!
The saint is omniscient, the saint is omnipotent.
How could he not have foreseen this scene?
How could he not have foreseen such a rebellious act as his statue, which collected faith, destiny, and incense, being pushed into a cesspool?
Impossible! Such an act would surely make the saint's blood boil, and thus he would know that something big was happening, and thus calculate fate.
How could he not have foreseen it?
This was unreasonable!
This was unreasonable!
Patriarch Ming Yuan's worldview began to collapse.
If saints could not know everything, and if heavenly will could not preordain everything.
Then did this not mean that fatalism was false?
Did man conquer heaven, or was it the truth?
Could the human race truly defeat the demon court by relying only on their own cultivation, without the help of immortals, Buddhas, and gods?
Suiren created fire, Youchao built nests, and heaven bestowed merits. Were these not things predetermined by heaven?
Was this not heavenly will?
Otherwise, why would the act of building a house or creating fire, which would be incredibly easy for an Earth Immortal, result in heavenly bestowed merits?
After all, an Earth Immortal cultivator, even if unable to destroy stars in the sky, could still destroy all living beings on a star.
And the magic power of Heavenly Immortals, Profound Immortals, and Golden Immortals was even more boundless. How could the simple act of making fire be difficult for them?
Making fire and building houses could both result in heavenly bestowed merits.
Did this not precisely illustrate the reality of fatalism and the predetermined numbers in the unseen world?