The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 223: The world has been deserted for thousands of years, but countless heroes remain in this great world.
Under the blessing of the law of cause and effect, time turns into a knife of destiny, cutting flesh and bones, as if to wash away everything that did not originally belong to the stowaway.

Chen Ping, determined to abandon this future life, continued to forge ahead, walking on the waves. His flesh, blood, and soul were all cut off one by one, leaving only the spiritual light that had originally gone against the ancient times. At the moment when the fluctuations in the way of heaven caused by Zhang Ruochen were about to disappear, he caught up and rushed out of the long river of time together.

The world is extremely quiet, and the sound of flowing water belonging to the long river of time can no longer be heard.

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes as if waking from a dream.

Inside the Xumi Temple, the Buddha's light is brilliant, and the statue of the Sixth Patriarch of Buddhism still stands on the altar. Only the bones of the Xumi holy monk have exhausted their energy and turned into powder, leaving only a Buddha relic.

Chen Ping's spiritual light still retained the ability to perceive the outside world. Seeing this scene, many guesses arose in his mind.

If it was only Zhang Ruochen who went against the flow of time and space, he should have left eight Buddha relics. Now there is only one left. The extra ones must have been used on himself. Is he owing Xumi another huge favor?

The consciousness within the spiritual light swayed slightly, and silently left Zhang Ruochen's body, sinking into the world of nothingness and returning to his original body.

Over the past thousand years, the Temple of Truth has flourished, with new gods rising up with high spirits, and old gods breaking through and reaching new heights in their cultivation.

The Wudao Temple on Tiandu Mountain is becoming more and more transcendent, becoming a holy land that is almost on par with the Temple of Truth in the hearts of monks who practice the way of truth in the universe. All of them are proud to enter it to practice.

In the heart of the shrine, there are small bridges, flowing water, and a riot of colour. All kinds of exotic flowers and plants compete with each other for beauty, and the fragrance is endless.

Inside the covered bridge, Givenchy brewed a pot of Hundred Flowers Wine using a special cooking method. The aroma of the wine filled the air and penetrated into the nostrils of Chen Ping, who was dressed in white. The fragrance was so thick that he was intoxicated even before he drank the wine.

Suddenly, his dozing eyes opened, and his whole body trembled slightly, causing the flowers to crawl and creating ripples on the water under the bridge.

"What happened to make the Lord God lose his composure like this?" Ji Fanxin was a little surprised. In her eyes, the Lord Wudao had long been detached from the world, and he remained calm even when the galaxy collapsed. What kind of thing could make him lose his composure like this, and he couldn't even restrain his own aura perfectly?

"After a thousand years, I finally waited." Chen Ping murmured.

Ji Fanxin's doubts intensified. "Finally, I've waited for it? What have I waited for?"

Recovering from his shock, Chen Ping smiled. "That's the aura of my disciple Zhang Ruochen. He entered the River of Time to strive for the First-Rank Saint Will and disappeared for a thousand years. Just now, I sensed his aura. He's returned safely."

"Zhang Ruochen?" Ji Fanxin nodded slightly, only slightly surprised by the first-grade Saint Will. "As expected of a disciple of the Divine Sovereign, with the cultivation of a Great Sage, he actually dared to enter the River of Time to condense the Saint Will. After a thousand years, he returned. Did he succeed?"

"The ultimate first rank, the eternal unity, is naturally a success. The future of the geniuses of this era will be dark and gloomy." Chen Ping was in a good mood and laughed softly. He picked up the full bottle of Hundred Flowers Wine filled by Ji Fanxin and drank it in one gulp, which made him feel even more refreshed.

Secretly, he was digesting the vast insights that came from the returning spiritual light.

"Pangu? The three great divine kingdoms? Primordial Continent?"

The spiritual light brought back all the insights gained from cultivation, but the information about the ancient times was incomplete, and part of it was lost on the way back.

"The second level of the way to break the law with force, with these insights, the trip is worthwhile." Chen Ping did not feel too regretful for not being able to fully know what happened in the ancient times. The insights into the Tao brought back from the spiritual light were what he really pursued.

Obviously, the future body that returned from across the long river of time was also able to distinguish between the important and the unimportant, and tried its best to protect the most important memories, that is, the content of the understanding of Taoism.

The memory of a million years is so vast, but fortunately, the spiritual light and he are of the same origin, so there is no conflict. It is digested and integrated at an extremely fast speed and becomes a part of himself.

Almost in an instant, he raised his realm to the second level of breaking the law with force. As long as he wanted, he could break through his physical body at any time.

"This time, the harvest is really huge." Chen Ping was filled with surprise.

The path of breaking laws with force has entered a new level. The five aspects of the One Qi Hunyuan Dao are integrated, and it is only one step away from the ultimate realm. The Way of Creation, the Way of Destruction, the Way of Reincarnation, and the Way of Time have all made leaps and bounds in progress.

A thousand years of waiting will yield a harvest worth millions of years.

"Fan Xin, I have recently gained some insights. Next, I will go to the Origin Temple for a retreat."

A hint of joy flashed across Ji Fanxin's face, and he realized that this was going to be another breakthrough in his cultivation?
"Go ahead, My Lord. Disciples have no authority to enter the core area of ​​the temple and will not disturb Your Majesty's cultivation." Over the past thousand years, Ji Fanxin's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. With the help of the power of time acceleration, he is now a great god of both martial arts and spiritual power. Under Chen Ping's arrangement, he has mastered most of the authority of the Origin Temple and is considered the future master of the Origin Temple.

……

A thousand years was just a blink of an eye for Chen Ping, not very long.

But for mortals, a thousand years is enough to destroy their souls and bones, and disappear without a trace.

After walking out of the Xumi Temple, Zhang Ruochen realized that his journey to the beginning of the world had happened a thousand years ago. He had a bad feeling and hurried back to the Kunlun Realm.

Thousands of years have passed, and the Kunlun Realm has undergone earth-shaking changes. After the return of the Lord of the God-Falling Island, the Merit War in the Kunlun Realm was declared over. Both Heaven and Hell withdrew their troops at the first opportunity. After some consultations with Heaven, the Kunlun gods represented by the Lord of the God-Falling Island and the Dragon Lord Ji Wang made partial compromises with each other. The Kunlun Realm is still under the jurisdiction of Heaven and is a subordinate mortal world of Heaven, enjoying the same treatment as all the big worlds.

The Tianmo Ridge in the Eastern Region is even more majestic and magnificent than the Zhangjiawang Mountain a thousand years ago, like an ancient sacred mountain, suppressing the land of the Eastern Region.

Many new tombstones appeared in the mountains, many of which belonged to Zhang Ruochen's old acquaintances.

In front of one of the tombs stood a joint burial stele, with the names on it belonging to Prince Yunwu and Princess Lin, the parents of Zhang Ruochen's reincarnated body.

Zhang Ruochen didn't have much affection for Prince Yunwu, but he cared deeply about Concubine Lin. After all, she was the first woman who made him feel a mother's love. In some ways, even the Blood Queen could not replace Concubine Lin's position.

Zhang Ruochen knelt in front of the tomb, crying uncontrollably. Kong Xuan stood quietly beside him. Not far away were the Sky-Devouring Demon Dragon Guoguo, the Giant Demon Ape, Murong Yefeng, Kong Lanyou and other old friends and acquaintances.

A thousand years ago, Tai Shang escaped and Zhang Ruochen disappeared. This group of Kunlun Realm cultivators who had connections with Zhang Ruochen integrated many forces including the Shengming Zhang Family, Peacock Villa, Murong Family, Tianmo Ridge Yunwu Commandery, Black Tiger Hall, and established the Ming Sect.

Murong Yefeng, Kong Lanyou, and Wei Zhentian were all deputy sect leaders. As for the position of sect leader, it had been vacant and reserved for Zhang Ruochen.

As the sun passed its zenith and set in the west, the incense and candles Zhang Ruochen had lit for Concubine Lin had burned out. He finally emerged from his sorrow and shame, swept away the gloom, and became full of vigor and energy again.

"Everyone, it's been a thousand years since we last met. Let's talk about what happened in the past thousand years."

……

"Thousands of years ago, the Supreme Lord escaped and returned with the Dragon Lord and the Thousand Bones Empress. This shocked the universe. Under the pressure of the Supreme Lord, the Hell Realm was forced to retreat, and the Kunlun Realm was thus spared."

"Because Taishang was suppressed in the Temple of Destiny for too long, he has been in seclusion in a secret place for the past thousand years to recuperate. No one knows his whereabouts. The Dragon Lord is said to have returned to the Heavenly Dragon Realm to recuperate. Empress Chi Yao was invited by a True Buddha from the Western Heaven Buddhist Realm to go there to study Buddhism. Therefore, for the past thousand years, the people below the Divine Realm have actually been the ones who have decided everything in the Kunlun Realm."

"Although Mingzong was established only a thousand years ago and no gods were born, it has become a first-class force in the Kunlun Realm because of several top figures below the divine realm. Its prestige is even greater than that of the Three Daos, and only the imperial court can surpass it." Murong Yefeng said slowly.

Zhang Ruochen looked at everyone present and realized that time had passed and everything had changed.

He could see that Murong Yefeng, Kong Lanyou, and Megatron had all cultivated to the demigod level and had cultivated a high-grade holy will, and all had the opportunity to become gods.

The Sky-Devouring Demon Dragon Guoguo, the Giant Demon Ape, Murong Yue and other former followers have now cultivated to the level of Great Sage.

If you count them carefully, the entire Mingzong actually has more than ten great saints and several top demigods. Such a secular force, except for the lack of divine support, can be ranked at the forefront even in the top 100 major worlds.

"Your Highness, Emperor Mingzong is now fully grown, and you have returned with your divine will. It is a good time to re-establish the Shengming Central Empire. Just give the order, and we will immediately nominate you as the Ming Emperor." Murong Yefeng said, and Kong Lanyou, Murong Yue, Prince Mingjiang and other powerful people of the Shengming faction were all looking forward to it.

Restoring the holy and bright land is the greatest wish of this group of people in this life.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at them and shook his head. "It's enough to see everyone living peacefully until now and the family growing stronger. Since the Shengming Central Empire was destroyed back then, why start a war again? The Kunlun Realm is doing well under the rule of the First Central Empire court."

Murong Yefeng could see that Zhang Ruochen's heart was not in this. He had also heard that Emperor Ming was trapped in the Temple of Destiny in order to rescue Tai Shang. He just thought that Zhang Ruochen was too eager to save his father and had no intention of restoring Shengming at this moment.

And now is indeed not the best time. Without the presence of gods, even if the Shengming Central Empire is restored, it will definitely not be able to defeat the First Central Empire with Empress Chi Yao.

The tragic scene of the Merit War a thousand years ago is still fresh in their minds. Murong Yefeng and others do not want the Kunlun Realm to be plunged into war again because of their own selfish desires.

"Since Your Highness believes the time is not right, we can discuss this matter later. Today, let us welcome Your Highness."

……

Inside the Yunwu Palace.

The Yunwu royal family, represented by the Grand Prince Zhang Shaochu and the Ninth County Lord Zhang Yuxi, hosted a banquet to entertain everyone.

Zhang Shaochu and Zhang Yuxi have limited talents. After a thousand years, they are still stuck in the holy realm. They are no longer as high-spirited as they were in the past. They look old and half of their bodies are buried in the ground.

"Ninth brother, it's been a thousand years since we last met. I offer you a toast." Zhang Yuxi trembled as he held the wine glass in his hand and walked in front of Zhang Ruochen. He didn't say much, but his cloudy eyes seemed to reflect all the past events.

There were many unfamiliar new faces at the banquet, but many of the old people were missing.

Last year in this door today, the face of peach blossoms in red.

But nowadays, too many people have lost their way.

It was supposed to be a family dinner to welcome back the deceased, but beneath the laughter and joy there was an unconcealable sadness. After this dinner, many people might never have the chance to see each other again in their lives.

The banquet ended only when the moon reached its zenith. Zhang Shaochu and Zhang Yuxi were both drunk and were supported by the descendants of the Zhang family and sent back to their bedroom.

Everyone dispersed, leaving only Murong Yefeng, Kong Lanyou, Megatron, three demigods, and Zhang Ruochen.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, what are your plans next?" Murong Yefeng asked.

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment and said softly, "Find a way to return to Hell and rescue my father."

The three of them all turned pale when they heard this. Kong Lanyou said anxiously, "Cousin, the Hell Realm is a den of dragons and tigers. You finally escaped from the Hell Realm, how can you walk into its trap again?"

"I understand your desire to save my uncle, but we can think of other ways. Although the Temple of Destiny is powerful, there are still forces and powerful people who can compete with it. We can go to the Temple of Truth and ask the teacher for help. The teacher's cultivation is as powerful as the creation and invincible in the universe. If he is willing to help, he will definitely be able to save my uncle."

teacher……

Zhang Ruochen's mind flashed with Chen Ping's image. A thousand years had passed. How was his teacher? Had he been worried about him for the past thousand years?

But then he laughed in his heart. The teacher was such a powerful person that a thousand years was just a blink of an eye for him. Kong Lanyou's words reminded him that before going to the Hell Realm, he still had to go to the Temple of Truth first and find a way to meet the teacher.

As for asking him to rescue Emperor Ming, Zhang Ruochen thought about it, but quickly rejected it.

Truth without Way is certainly a supreme being on par with the Lord of Misfortune in the Temple of Destiny, but the Temple of Destiny is the home turf of the Lord of Misfortune. Once someone as powerful as Tai Shang is suppressed in it, he will not be able to escape even for a hundred thousand years.

He didn't want to implicate his teacher because of his own affairs.

"You don't need to say more. I know how to handle this matter. Don't forget, I am the Son of Destiny, and my status is equal to that of the disciple of the God of Disaster. With this status, who in the Hell Realm dares to touch me?

Moreover, I have now cultivated to the first rank of Saint Will. If I return to the Hell Realm, both the Temple of Destiny and the Undead Blood Clan will regard me as a future cultivation. Only when I become powerful and have enough influence in the Hell Realm will I have a chance to force the Temple of Destiny to hand over my father. Sometimes, upright means are the simplest. "

Zhang Ruochen's words left Kong Lanyou and Murong Yefeng powerless to refute. They knew that if they were in Zhang Ruochen's position, they would probably make the same choice.

"Don't worry about me. Let's talk about something else. I haven't seen you for a thousand years. Your cultivation has far surpassed mine. Each of you has reached the demigod realm and become a towering figure in the secular world."

"It's just the cultivation of a demigod. Compared with you, Ruochen, who has cultivated a first-grade holy will, it's simply not worth mentioning." Megatron said in a straightforward tone.

Although he is not from the Shengming faction, he has been on good terms with Murong Yefeng and others for thousands of years. Even the Black Tiger Hall has long been integrated into the Ming Sect and has become a part of it.

"Now that you've returned, I'm sure you'll go to the Temple of Truth to meet your master before heading to the Underworld, right?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded, "The Hall Master guessed correctly."

"Then it's just right for you to come with us. Soon, the Red Dust Conference will be held on the Red Dust Islands. The secular masters from all the worlds of Heaven will gather there. This is not only a conference, but also a stage for the secular masters from all walks of life to compete. Although the Kunlun Realm has been ruled by Tai Shang and others for the past thousand years, and no gods dare to provoke it openly, the competition in the secular world is extremely fierce. This time at the Red Dust Conference, the Heaven Realm and other major worlds that have grievances with the Kunlun Realm will definitely send their strongest secular masters to attack the cultivators of the Kunlun Realm.

"The Lady of the Holy Scriptures has sent a message inviting the three of us to represent the Kunlun Realm at this Mortal World Conference and to challenge the prestige of the Heaven Realm faction. Since you're heading to the Heavenly Court, it's a good opportunity for us to travel with you. With us here, you'll avoid a lot of trouble. After all, before you disappeared, you were still a cultivator from the Hell Realm, considered a Yuanhui-level traitor by the Heavenly Court cultivators." Megatron said with a smile.

Zhang Ruochen thought for a moment and nodded. With Murong, Ye Feng and the other two accompanying him, he would indeed have less trouble traveling to the Heavenly Palace and the Temple of Truth.

After a long talk with the three of them overnight, he went to pay a visit to the Lord of the God-Falling Island the next day. On the third day, Zhang Ruochen, Murong Yefeng and the other two set out together to protect the Confucian and Taoist hermit Shu Qianchi from the Kunlun Realm and head to the Heavenly Palace.

……

Each of the subordinate mortal realms of Heaven has an ancient sacred road leading to Heaven, and the ancient sacred roads of the entire Western Universe are connected to Xiniu Hezhou of Heaven.

Among the four universes of the Heavenly Court, the Western Universe has four worlds ranked in the top ten: Heaven Realm, Western Buddha Realm, Cai Realm, and Sword God Realm. It is the most powerful of the four universes. In recent years, the Temple of Truth, which also originated from the Western Universe, has become increasingly powerful, and has raised the status of Xiniu Hezhou to the top of the four continents.

As the divine realm where the Temple of Truth is located, the Realm of Truth has become the supreme holy land that the genius monks of all realms flock to. Even the Red Dust Conference that was originally supposed to be held in the Red Dust Islands has been moved to the Realm of Truth by the Red Dust Peerless Tower.

Outside the ferry crossing of the Realm of Truth, there was a constant stream of people, including many famous and supreme saints.

In order to host this Red Dust Conference, the Temple of Truth specially marked out a large area at the edge of the Heaven Realm to be used as the venue for the conference.

The Temple of Truth will not interfere with anything that happens in this area during the conference. After all, the Red Dust Conference is bound to be full of confrontations and clashes between strong men, and the Temple of Truth prohibits unprovoked fighting in the Truth Realm. The best way is to set aside an area and allow cultivators from all realms to fight each other.

In a temporary courtyard, all the great saints of Kunlun Realm gathered here, led by Emperor Wen and Yu Yuanlonghuang, the medieval resurrectionist of Zulong Mountain.

These two are the few demigod representatives in Kunlun Realm, and are also the strongest people in the First Central Empire and the Savage Beast Tribe world.

However, at this moment, all the great saints in Kunlun Realm, including the two of them, looked unhappy.

"Another great saint from the Kunlun Realm had his immortal body shattered and his holy source dug out. If we continue to endure this, all the great saints in the Kunlun Realm will be destroyed. Emperor Wen, Dragon Emperor, we can't endure this anymore, we have to fight them to the death." A great saint from the Ministry of War said sternly.

Emperor Wen's face was filled with exhaustion. For the past thousand years, thanks to the might of the returning Tai Shang, the Kunlun Realm had experienced a relatively peaceful time. However, after a thousand years, Tai Shang never appeared before the gods again. The enemies of the Kunlun Realm began to speculate endlessly and began to use various means to test him, hoping to force Tai Shang out.

The battles between gods naturally don't unfold easily, hence the increasingly intense conflicts in the secular world in recent years. Although the Kunlun Realm has recuperated after a thousand years, how can it compare to the profoundly entrenched factions of the Heaven Realm?

In just ten years, eleven great saints in the Kunlun Realm were deposed.

In this way, all the powerful people in the secular world of Kunlun Realm will be devoured step by step by the faction of Heaven Realm, and finally Tai Shang will be forced to take action to maintain the situation and will no longer be able to concentrate on recovering from his injuries. If something happens to Tai Shang, the Kunlun Realm will once again fall into an irretrievable situation.

This may seem like a fight between the mortal world, but in fact it is a game between the gods of heaven and the Supreme Lord and the Dragon Lord.

Emperor Wen was the most aware of this among the cultivators from the Kunlun Realm present. It was for this reason that he always maintained restraint and was unwilling to have a head-on conflict with the strong men from the Heaven Realm faction.

If they can't win, they will try to avoid it, but now it seems that the faction of the Heaven Realm has no intention of letting them go easily. Their methods are endless and it is impossible to defend against them.

"Everyone, please be patient. The Holy Lady has already invited the three deputy leaders of the Ming Sect, and they are on their way. All three of them are demigods, formidable, and have close ties to the Temple of Truth. We have gathered in the Truth Realm to participate in the Red Dust Conference, isn't it to ask the Temple of Truth to intervene and uphold justice for the Kunlun Realm? We must not lose our composure at this moment."

Thousands of years ago, after Tai Shang returned to Kunlun Realm, he only met a few people, one of whom was the Lord Wudao of the Temple of Truth.

The two of them reached some kind of deal. Since then, the Kunlun Realm would send a group of talented people to the Temple of Truth every ten years to practice and become disciples of the Temple of Truth.

Although one can no longer represent the Mother Realm after entering the Temple of Truth and becoming a disciple of the temple, the blood connection still exists and the master's inheritance still exists. These geniuses of the Kunlun Realm who have entered the Temple of Truth also help the Kunlun Realm in various aspects after they have achieved success in their cultivation.

Wan Huayu is one of them. She is the daughter of Wan Zhaoyi and one of the first cultivators in Kunlun Realm to join the Temple of Truth. She showed great talent in the way of truth and was accepted as a divine disciple. Before becoming a great sage, although she failed to become one of the top ten divine disciples, she was also a leader among the divine disciples.

At this moment, Wan Huayu stood beside Wan Zhaoyi, graceful and elegant, with a bit of the majesty of a Holy Emperor.

"Emperor Wen is right. The Heaven Realm faction's move now precisely shows they fear the Temple of Truth and want to disrupt our position before the Temple of Truth intervenes. The more this is the case, the more we must maintain our composure," Wan Huayu said loudly. "Before I came here, Senior Brother Feng Yan had already departed for Tiandu Mountain to ask Senior Brother Yin to come and take charge. Once they both arrive, no matter who the Heaven Realm faction is, they won't be able to cause any trouble."

Upon hearing this, the great saints were certain and looked overjoyed.

The three-headed, six-armed man from the Feng family was Zhang Ruochen's sworn brother back then. He had always been on good terms with the Kunlun Realm. His cultivation had now reached the pinnacle of demigod, and it was said that he had already reached the level of a Yuanhui-level representative.

Together with Qing Sixue, Xiang Chunan and Nie Xiangzi, he is known as the four greatest worldly masters of the Temple of Truth in the past thousand years, second only to the 'Three Kings'.

As for Senior Brother Yin, he is naturally the sorcerer Tongtian Yin Yuanchen, one of the 'Three Kings' of the Temple of Truth. He is a genuine Yuanhui-level genius who has cultivated two perfect second-grade holy intentions. He is invincible below the divine realm and is known as one of the three Yuanhui-level geniuses of this era, along with Que and Yan Wushen of the Hell Realm.

However, the outside world speculates that the other two of the three kings are very likely to have reached the level of Yuanhui-level geniuses. However, those two have already become gods and rarely take action. They are extremely mysterious. No one has seen their true methods, so it is impossible to determine whether they have reached the level of Yuanhui-level geniuses.

But he was able to surpass Feng Yan, Xiang Chunan and others and be ranked among the three kings. The holy will he cultivated in the Great Sage Realm must not be underestimated, and he must be at least of the third grade.

"With the presence of Great Sage Fengyan and Great Sage Yin, no matter how domineering the factions in the Heaven Realm are, they will have to restrain themselves. After all, even if Shang Ziyan faces these two, it will be difficult for him to win." Wan Zhaoyi said lightly.

As the first person in the Kunlun Realm's Heroes Award at that time, the unparalleled Little Saint King, Wan Zhaoyi is naturally also a genius and hero of his generation.

But a thousand years have passed, and he has become a great sage. Today, his cultivation level is only one step away from the supreme realm, but he no longer has the high spirits and sharpness of the past.

A genius will only gradually recognize himself after seeing geniuses more amazing than himself.

Wan Zhaoyi naturally felt that he was not inferior to others, but in the face of the absolute gap in strength, he could only remain calm and entrust the honor and disgrace of the Kunlun world to the hands of others.

When the great saints in the courtyard were discussing, several auras suddenly rose up, a blood-red sky covered all directions, and blood swords swept in from all kinds of strange angles.

Emperor Wen was hit by a sword and his body was broken into two pieces. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and avoided the vital part of the heart.

"The Sky Net, the Blood Prison of No Life, is the assassin emperor of the Tiansha Organization. Everyone, be careful."

Wan Zhaoyi activated the Azure Dragon Armor, sent out the Destiny Elephant Talisman, and unleashed the thirteenth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, the Dragon Elephant Destroying the World.

He has cultivated this supreme palm skill of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dao to perfection. When he strikes out with one palm, dragons and elephants roar together, and the power is comparable to that of the high-level sacred arts of the Supreme Realm.

But such a domineering palm was easily dodged by the Killer Emperor who attacked, and turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"What a domineering palm technique, but unfortunately your realm is too low and you can't hit me at all." Sinister voices came from all directions, causing great pressure on Wan Zhaoyi.

Wan Huayu held up the realm of truth at the boundless level of the starry sea, intending to use the way of truth to break the killer emperor's hidden means, but before the realm of truth was fully unfolded, she was struck by a bloody sword, leaving a hideous wound on her back. The holy blood flowed, dyeing her robe red in the blink of an eye.

Wan Zhaoyi was furious when he saw this. The divine fire of purifying and destroying the world at the level of Emperor Flame burned all over his body. The blood and energy in the 144 acupoints of his body were like dragons. He mobilized the holy will in his body to activate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm once again.

"Fighting the world."

With the blessing of the Holy Will, the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm was more than twice as strong as before, which made the Killer Emperor who was fighting with it marvel at it.

"Third-rank Saint Will? To think there's a hidden master like you in the Kunlun Realm? The number of Saint Dao rules you've cultivated must be close to 10 trillion."

To become a representative figure of the Yuanhui level, one must cultivate more than ten trillion Holy Dao rules in a life-or-death situation. A Yuanhui level genius needs to cultivate more than 129 trillion Holy Dao rules.

Heel is the top killer of the Tiansha Organization, second only to Taohua on the Killer Emperor List. His cultivation has reached the level of a demigod. A great sage who is on the verge of death can actually fight with him briefly. If he had not cultivated the third level of holy will and practiced nearly ten trillion holy rules, how could he have done that?

"Not quite, but it's enough to kill you."

Wan Zhaoyi walks like a dragon and a tiger, and his palm strikes are earth-shattering. If they fight in a fair battle, he may not be able to defeat Emperor Wen, whose spiritual power is at the 69th level. But against a killer emperor like Ju Gu, Wan Zhaoyi, who has achieved the status of a great sage in his physical body, has too many advantages over Emperor Wen. At least Ju Gu cannot cut his immortal body in half with one sword.

"Hahaha, a young fellow who is in a life-or-death situation dares to talk about killing me. How arrogant! Today is the day of death for you cultivators from the Kunlun Realm." Fu Gu laughed coldly, while trying to break through Wan Zhaoyi's mind and make him reveal a flaw, while waiting for an opportunity to strike and deal with him with killer methods.

On the other side, Luo Xu activated the Ten Thousand Lights Diagram and unleashed the Tianhe Divine Fist, which was comparable to the high-level sacred arts of the Supreme Realm. He actually broke the blockade of the Heavenly Net and forcibly killed a Killer Emperor, which greatly boosted the morale of the great saints in the Kunlun Realm.

As a demigod, Yu Yuanlonghuang was the main target of the Tiansha Organization. He was severely injured at the first moment along with Emperor Wen, but his physical body was strong and he was not injured as badly as Emperor Wen.

Seeing the strength displayed by Luo Xu at this moment, he was immediately overjoyed, "What a Luo Xu, he is indeed a hidden talent."

The strength Luo Xu just displayed was clearly not weaker than Wan Yaoyi, and was even better.

"Another third-rank saint, I underestimated you, but it's good, today is a good day to kill you all. Why don't you take action!" Tarsal roared.

Luo Xu and Wan Zhaoyi felt a biting chill coming from behind almost at the same time. It was the same killing method, but the person who made the move was not on the same level as Heel and the other assassin emperors.

Who else among the killers below the divine realm could have such ability except Taohua who ranks first on the killer emperor list.

But for some reason, this murderous intent did not really subside. Instead, it receded like a tide and disappeared without a trace, as if it had encountered some natural enemy and fled with its tail between its legs.

All the assassin emperors, including Tarsal, were stunned where they were.

"boom!"

A terrifying fluctuation of cultivation power descended from the sky. Feng Yan held up three heads and six arms, and simultaneously performed nine high-level sacred arts, instantly killing nine killer emperors.

On the other side, Murong Yefeng unleashed the Five-Finger Universe Hand and joined forces with Kong Lanyou to kill several assassin emperors in a row. Shu Qianchi, who had transformed into Zhang Ruochen, and Jiu Tian Xuan Nu hurried over. Seeing the scene in the courtyard, although it was tragic, it was still within an acceptable range, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Grandfather, how is your injury?" The talented woman rushed to Emperor Wen and saw his miserable condition, her eyes reddened.

"It's just a minor flesh wound, it's nothing serious." Emperor Wen struggled to piece together the lower body that he had snatched back from the Great Sage of Kunlun Realm, and reassembled the holy body. His face was very pale.

Taohua escaped, and today's assassination attempt failed. Fu Gu knew that the situation was hopeless, so he wanted to escape immediately.

He transformed into a shadow and escaped at an extremely fast speed. Even Feng Yan, whose cultivation had reached the Yuanhui level, was unable to catch him because the distance was too far.

The others couldn't even locate the tarsal bone. Although Zhang Ruochen was able to find the tarsal bone with the help of Wuji Sacred Will, it was too late to keep it.

"Let him escape."

Zhang Ruochen thought to himself, but at this moment, a sword fell from the sky and landed on the ground, piercing through the tarsal bone of the incarnation of Shadow.

The holy sword pierced through Tarsal's head, nailed it through the head, and shattered his great holy source.

"What a terrifying sword!" Zhang Ruochen was shocked and looked up.

I saw a figure in a white robe walking towards me, with cold eyebrows and eyes, like an ancient iceberg.

"I'm already unhappy with the fact that Peach Blossom is gone, and you...want to escape too?"

Yin Yuanchen stretched out his hand, and the holy sword and the tarsal bone flew into his hand.

He stretched out his palm, his five fingers forming claws, and the shape of the realm of truth and the divine ring of light emerged behind him, which were extremely sacred, but his five fingers pierced into the sea of ​​qi in the tarsal bone with an extremely cruel method, arresting his holy soul and performing soul-searching methods.

Ear-piercing screams echoed all around, and after a moment, the Holy Spirit of the Tarsal Bone dissipated, having been tortured to death.

Yin Yuanchen threw his body out casually, and it hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"The assassin emperor of the Tiansha Organization, even a soul search can't reveal many valuable clues." He spoke indifferently, as if he had just crushed an insignificant ant. His eyes swept over the saints present in the Kunlun Realm, his face as calm as a lake, and only lingered on Zhang Ruochen for a moment.

Zhang Ruochen was not worried about his true identity being seen through by Yin Yuanchen. The mask on his face was made by Tai Shang himself. Unless one's spiritual power reached an incredible level, it would be impossible to see through his disguise.

No matter how strong Yin Yuanchen is, his mental power cannot reach that level.

Feng Yan's eyes were filled with anger. He put away his extraordinary skills, walked to Yin Yuanchen's side, and asked, "Brother Yin, is the one who escaped the Tiansha Organization's number one assassin, Emperor Taohua?"

"His cultivation is very powerful. Apart from Taohua, no one else in the Tiansha Organization has such a level of cultivation. But he may not be the real Taohua." Yin Yuanchen said calmly, "Although he tried his best to hide his identity and his attainments in the Way of Killing were also very high, he still revealed a flaw when he escaped. The Way of Flowing Light, which is close to divine, is not something Taohua can master."

"The Way of Flowing Light?" Feng Yan fell into deep thought upon hearing this. "Is it Shang Ziyan? Is he Taohua?"

Yin Yuanchen had also worked as an assassin for the Tiansha Organization and was quite familiar with its internal structure. "Peach Blossom is just a title, representing the strongest assassin emperor in the Tiansha Organization. The peach blossom of today may not be the peach blossom of the past."

"Whether it is Shang Ziyan or not, we failed to catch him and there is no evidence. There is no point in saying these things." Yin Yuanchen said in a somewhat indifferent tone.

"However, the Heavenly Killing Organization is quite arrogant for daring to kill people in the Truth Realm. It's time to put a damper on their prestige."

Feng Yan remained silent. Although this area was designated by the Realm of Truth to host the Red Dust Conference and was not subject to the rules of the Temple of Truth during this period, Yin Yuanchen had said so. If he spoke out in rebuttal, wouldn't he be embarrassing Yin Yuanchen?

The feud between Yin Yuanchen, the Heaven Realm, and the Tiansha Organization is no secret. Now that they have found a suitable reason to take action today, I am afraid that a bloody storm is inevitable.

"Feng Yan, I'll leave this place to you. I'll go take care of it." Yin Yuanchen said this and was about to leave. But just as he walked out of the yard, a figure in Taoist robes blocked his way.

"Brother Yin, the Red Dust Conference is about to be held. It is not appropriate to start a massacre at this moment. I promise not to interfere after the Red Dust Conference is over." Zhen Yuan advised softly with a smile.

"You want to stop me?" Yin Yuanchen stared at him coldly. "It seems you have taken the last step. There is another Yuanhui-level genius in the world. If you want to stop me, you must show enough strength."

Zhen Yuan had no choice but to extend his hand and said, "Since that's the case, Brother Yin, let's fight in the starry sky."

"it is good."

Yin Yuanchen chuckled and turned into a ray of bright holy light and flew away. Zhen Yuan followed closely behind him on a five-colored cloud.

After cultivating the first level of holy will, Zhang Ruochen's perception became amazing, and he listened carefully to what Yin Yuanchen and Zhen Yuan said.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Thousands of years had passed, and the geniuses of that time had all grown up. However, he didn't expect that Zhen Yuan, who didn't seem to be the most outstanding genius back then, would actually be among the Yuanhui-level geniuses today. It surprised him a little.

This is what it means to come from behind and win.

Yin Yuanchen and Zhen Yuan went to the starry sky for a battle, leaving Feng Yan to discuss countermeasures with the saints of Kunlun Realm.

Feng Yan did not have a good solution to the conflict between the factions of the Heaven Realm and the Kunlun Realm. Although relying on the power of outsiders could temporarily protect Kunlun, he could not always rely on the protection of the Temple of Truth.

The Kunlun Realm and the Temple of Truth can only be considered allies, and are not subordinate forces of the Temple of Truth.

The solution to this game ultimately depends on the cultivators of the Kunlun Realm themselves.

Fortunately, the Kunlun Realm is not without talented people. Kong Lanyou, Murong Yefeng, and Megatron are all demigods. Wan Zhaoyi and Luo Xu have good cultivation and talent, and their foundation has been laid. As long as they are given time to improve their cultivation to the peak of the supreme realm, they will not be afraid of the strong people of the Heaven Realm faction, and at least have the power to compete with them.

The solution Feng Yan brought was to let Wan Zhaoyi and others enter the vast sea secret realm of the Temple of Truth to practice, and with the help of the accelerating power of the time artifact, they could raise their cultivation to the peak of the secular world in the fastest time.

In the past thousand years, countless powerful people have walked out of the Vast Sea Secret Realm, including true gods and even great gods, and even the newly promoted powerful people in the Infinite Realm of the Temple of Truth. Lord Dinghai also practiced in the Vast Sea Secret Realm for many years before he successfully broke through.

The Secret Realm of the Vast Sea is not just a simple Secret Realm of Time. It is the supreme land of cultivation created by Lord Wudao with all the resources of the Temple of Truth. Countless gods are eager to enter it to practice. The places are very precious, and I don’t know how many major forces are eyeing it.

The Temple of Truth was able to squeeze out a spot for Luo Xu and others to enter and practice there, which can be said to have fulfilled its obligations as an ally.

Zhang Ruochen was hidden among the saints, so not many people noticed him. When the storm subsided, he quietly left the courtyard and headed towards the Wudao Temple on Tiandu Mountain.

As he walked along, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but sigh that the current Truth Realm had undergone tremendous changes compared to a thousand years ago.

There are countless geniuses, ten times more than a thousand years ago.

"Yin Yuanchen, Zhen Yuan, Yan Wushen, Que... These heroes are truly as numerous as the fish in the river, making my blood boil..."

After cultivating the first-grade holy will, Zhang Ruochen's state of mind changed. He was like a sea that embraces all rivers and all eternity is one. He was not afraid of the emergence of geniuses in the world, but was afraid that no one would compete with him.

Soon, Tiandu Mountain was in sight. The Wudao Temple on the top of the mountain had not changed much compared to a thousand years ago.

(End of this chapter)