The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 31 The Primordial Realm 3

In the primordial realm, on the eastern wasteland, in the Tianxing Mountains.

The rolling mountains, like sleeping dragons, coiled across the vast land. Clouds swirled around their peaks, and wisps of sacred energy flowed like white dragons; a single breath was enough to transform a low-level cultivator. Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary mountain range was actually formed from countless fragments of stars? Deep beneath the earth, the power of the stars surged like a raging sea, creating thunderous roars.

The banners of the Starry Constellation Sect fluttered across the mountains. Tens of thousands of cultivators were scattered throughout the mountains. Those below the Fish-Dragon Realm wielded mountain-splitting axes, vigorously chiseling away at the hard rocks; Fish-Dragon Realm and Half-Saint powerhouses stood in the air, casting out holy rules to neatly pile up the shattered rocks; hundreds of Saint Realm cultivators formed a great array, drawing in the holy energy of heaven and earth to flood the mountains, making the holy aura of this land even richer.

More than ten Holy Kings stood solemnly, like ten mountains guarding the four directions. They were the mainstay of the Starry Sky Sect, but at this moment they all bowed and stood in awe, their eyes fixed on the figure on the mountaintop.

At the mountain peak, Zhuge Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back, his star-patterned Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. The countless stars embroidered on the hem of the robe seemed to come alive, shimmering with a faint light. As the leader of the Starry Constellation Sect, Zhuge Wuyou had broken through to the Supreme Realm after arriving in the Heavenly Court Realm. However, there was a trace of regret between his brows. His talent was far inferior to Xue Renxian of the Blood God Sect. He had wasted many years in the Realm of Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life, and had only cultivated 80,000 Sacred Dao Rules. His hope of cultivating 300,000 rules in the Sacred Realm and becoming a representative of the Yuanhui was already slim.

But upon arriving at the Tianxing Mountain Range, Zhuge Wuyou couldn't contain his excitement. He took a deep breath, feeling the stellar power filling his lungs, and his eyes shone brightly: "Excellent! What a top-tier sacred land! Our Xingxiu Sect's cultivation methods revere the stars. If we cultivate here, we will surely produce hundreds more Saint Realm experts within a hundred years!" His booming voice echoed throughout the mountain range, and tens of thousands of cultivators were greatly encouraged by his words, their shouts soaring into the sky.

Meanwhile, in the Northern Wilderness, at the Divine Blood Swamp.

For millions of miles, the marshland stretched out, its surface a blood-red hue. A sweet, metallic scent of blood mingled with sacred energy, rising and transforming into a sky full of crimson clouds, even the sunlight itself was tinged with an eerie red. Within the vast marshland, islands were scattered like stars, each island's soil tinged with a dark red. Holding one in your hand, you could feel wisps of divine blood essence coursing through your palm.

On the core island, a magnificent hall is rapidly taking shape, with the Blood God Cult cultivators working tirelessly, their faces filled with fervor.

In the center of the island, the Great Sage Blood Wheel sat cross-legged, clad in blood-red armor, his face gaunt, yet his eyes burned like blood-red suns. The Holy King of Heartlessness strode over, a pinch of crimson soil in his palm, his voice excited: "Grandmaster, this Divine Blood Swamp is truly a heaven-sent treasure! Even the soil contains the essence of holy blood. If we cultivators cultivate here, our divine bodies will surely become even stronger!"

The Great Sage Blood Wheel slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the busy disciples below. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Superficial." He raised his hand and pointed to the depths of the Great Swamp, where the blood color was even more intense, and a faint sound like a dragon's roar could be heard: "Deep within the Great Swamp, there is a divine blood spring, directly connected to the Earth's core vein. The divine energy it breathes in and out daily is even enough for gods to cultivate. After I and the others return, we will seal the spring. This will become the first secret realm of my Blood God Sect. In a hundred years, the number of experts above the Saint Realm in my Blood God Sect will probably increase several times over."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Blood God Cult cultivators instantly erupted in excitement, trembling with fervor as they looked at the Blood Wheel Great Sage with even greater fanaticism.

On the other side of the primordial realm, in the desolate land of the underworld, lies a completely different scene. Here, there is no sign of life; as far as the eye can see, there is only dark brown desert and jagged rocks. Gale-force winds howl, whipping up clouds of black sand that lash against the rocks with a piercing sound. Dark power and malevolent energy, like maggots clinging to bones, permeate every inch of the land, even swallowing up light. Looking around, it resembles a living hell.

In the heart of the earth, the ancient city of the underworld stands silently.

Although it was called a city, it was actually in a state of disrepair. Among the ruins, there were skeletons everywhere. The tall tower in the center of the city was riddled with holes and cracks, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Zhang Tianxu stood atop the tower, clad in a black and gold imperial robe, his face handsome, yet his eyes held a complex expression. In his hands he held a miniature temple, its walls adorned with coiled dragon patterns, radiating an aura of imperial majesty. With a gentle wave of his hand, the temple expanded in the wind, growing to a size of ten thousand feet, landing steadily in the center of the Ancient Nether City. The light it emitted instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness. He entered the temple and stroked the dragon throne within.

Footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a burly man in armor strode in, knelt on one knee, and said in a loud voice: "Second Prince, all the Netherworld Beasts within a radius of 100,000 li of the Ancient Netherworld City have been cleared away. The array masters are working hard to inscribe purification arrays and begin to dispel the dark power in the earth."

Zhang Tianxu slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across the desolate land outside the hall: "Send down the order! The imperial army is to advance outwards in full force! I will bring all the land within billions of miles of Ancient Nether City into the territory of the Holy Ming Empire! Array masters, listen to my command! Within a year, I want to see this land revitalized, or else, you will pay with your heads!"

"Yes, sir!" the burly man replied loudly, then turned and left.

Zhang Tianxu gazed into the distance, a hint of resentment and obsession flashing in his eyes. He murmured softly, "Brother, I am now an emperor myself. I will cross the threshold of the Supreme Realm before you do. I will let the world know that I am Emperor Ming's most outstanding son!"

High above the nine heavens, at the core of the protective array of the primordial world.

Amidst the swirling chaos, a suspended altar stood silently. Around the altar, a dozen figures sat cross-legged, each radiating a vast divine aura—these were none other than a dozen true gods from the Kunlun Realm.

The three Buddhist elders, Shenzhi, Konglin, and Shenmeng, are clad in kasayas, their appearances solemn and dignified; the three Confucian and Taoist masters, holding scrolls, exude a literary aura: Chu Jiangtian (painting), Dugu Wushang (zither), and Nanlongtu (chess), each possess unique skills and extraordinary bearing; the Taoist masters, Xikun Daojun, Yanfeng Daojun, and Sanjue Daojun, are adorned in flowing robes, radiating an ethereal charm; the demon race, Qinglong Di, Heili Dijun, and Jinyan Huangzun, possess wild auras and overwhelming power; and the demonic path, Tianyue Mojun and Sitian Xiezhu, exude a chilling demonic aura and are unruly.

They are all pillars of the Kunlun Realm, including many geniuses who were sealed away in the Middle Ages. If it weren't for Ling Che's help, they would probably have perished in the long river of time.

Dao Shenling stood majestically in the center of the altar, clad in pristine white robes, his aura ethereal, as if one with heaven and earth. His gaze swept over the crowd, and he spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Having endured a thousand tribulations in the Great Freedom Demon Realm, your mental cultivation has reached a new level. Given time, the revival of the Kunlun Realm will be just around the corner!"

Daoist Yanfeng slowly opened his eyes. He wore a blue and red Daoist robe, his face kind, yet a trace of worry lingered between his brows. He was a cultivator from ten thousand years ago, of extremely high seniority, yet he bowed respectfully and said, "Divine Lord Zhenyu, although we have broken through to the Divine Realm and our mental state has greatly improved, the current predicament of the Kunlun Realm remains unresolved. Only by rescuing the Supreme One can our Kunlun Realm have true hope!"

Dao Shenling felt helpless, but his face remained impassive. If the Supreme Elder truly appeared, he could still play along. He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "The Empress has her own arrangements for the Supreme Elder's affairs. Our primary task now is to build the Primordial Realm into the most solid base of the Kunlun Realm. As long as the foundation is solid, what is there to worry about in achieving great things?"

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Moon Demon Lord immediately echoed, his voice arrogant: "What the Divine Lord says is absolutely right! If it weren't for the Demon Emperor and the Divine Lord taking action, we would have already turned into withered bones. The geniuses of our Kunlun Realm will never sit idly by and wait for death! The Primordial Realm is our place of rise! Once the Holy Monk completes his plan, our Kunlun will be revived, and then we will be able to return to Kunlun."

The Black Emperor suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with sorrow: "It is said that the Azure King of my Nine Li Divine Palace did not perish. His body was refined into a guardian demon god by the Luo Zu Yun Jie Mountain, the sacred land of the Rakshasa Clan, and his head was forged into a supreme sacred artifact by the Dark Divine Palace. If we can bring back the Azure King, we can find the Nine Li Divine Palace again, and he can also lend us a helping hand!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Everyone knows how glorious the Nine Li Temple was back then. All nine kings were at the peak of the Great God realm, and the temple was filled with gods. However, the army that fought against the three races of the Hell Realm 50,000 years ago was wiped out. The temple master, the Nine Li God Venerable, was killed by the Nine Deaths Heavenly Emperor and Gong Xuanzang. Only the fate of the Qing Li King is unknown.

"More than 200,000 years ago, the Fourth Ancestor was the Confucian Ancestor and one of the Twenty Heavens. His strength was no less than that of Haotian. If the Fourth Ancestor and the Old Palace Master were still alive, how could my Kunlun Realm have fallen to this state?" Emperor Heili sighed, his eyes filled with melancholy.

The Fourth Ancestor was the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism in the Kunlun Realm, the last Confucian ancestor in the world. The old master of the Jiuli Temple once competed with the Sixth Ancestor of the Western Heaven Buddhist Realm, Amitabha, for the supreme power of all heavens. Although he was no match for him, he left behind countless legends. Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years before the outbreak of the ancient divine war, the old master of the Jiuli Temple went to the edge of the universe to save himself from the calamity of the Yuanhui. In the end, the planet of the divine throne dimmed, and people thought that he had perished.

"Old Black, what's the point of spouting this nonsense?" The Evil Lord of Heaven rolled his eyes, his tone disdainful. "If all the powerful figures of the Kunlun Realm gather together, and Lord Wentian and the others haven't fallen for the trap, even if the patriarchs of the ten clans of the Hell Realm all come, what can they do to me?"

"Alright!" Dao Shen Ling Che raised his hand to interrupt the discussion, his gaze sharp. "There's no need to dwell on past defeats. As long as we work together, we may well surpass our predecessors. As for the matter of King Qing Li, I have my own arrangements."

He changed the subject and looked at everyone: "I have important matters to attend to and need to rush to the Boundless Divine Sea. I have an appointment with the Yu God King of the Tianchu Civilization. I entrust the task of guarding the Primordial Realm to you all."

"Xuan Dao has agreed to represent the Western Buddhist Realm and reside permanently in the Saha Heaven Domain, and the Bright Virtue God Venerable will also assist. If any ignorant old fools come to cause trouble, you can directly seek out the two of them," Dao Body Ling Che added, his gaze falling on Emperor Hei Li, his tone solemn, "Emperor Hei Li, you must remember that the Nine Li lineage's techniques are unique to the Kunlun Realm and must never be easily revealed. The Demon God Realm's Ancestor Chongming was defeated by the Old Palace Master in the past and harbors considerable resentment towards the Nine Li clan. Unless it is absolutely necessary, do not leave the Primordial Realm even half a step."

Emperor Hei Li grinned and patted his chest, assuring him, "Don't worry, Divine Lord! Old Hei always keeps his word and will never run away!"

But he had already started planning in his heart that the confidante he met in the Western universe back then was probably still waiting for him in some corner, and he had to go and see her no matter what.

Seeing this, the other gods smiled knowingly and promised to keep an eye on this troublesome "big cat".

Ling Che nodded, saying nothing more. He raised his hand, and a dark blue-black divine bull burst forth, its body as large as a mountain, its limbs covered in scales, its eyes like lightning, radiating a powerful aura. Ling Che leaped onto its back, gave a soft shout, and the divine bull's hooves trod on stars, transforming into a streak of light, heading straight for the depths of the starry river.

The Saha Heavenly Realm is one of the superior heavenly realms in the western continent of Niuhe.

The Primordial Realm's headquarters are located here, a result of Dao Body True Universe God Lord's slaying of Moro Ancient God and several top-tier gods from the Hell Realm. Now, the Primordial Realm's ranking on the Myriad Realms Merit Ranking is soaring, with several great gods falling at its hands. Coupled with the support of Bright Virtue God Lord and Profound Dao True Buddha, the Primordial Realm's influence in the Western Universe is rapidly expanding. The Heavenly Palace also intends to support the Primordial Realm to counterbalance the dominant Heavenly Realm.

Initially, the Primordial Realm only sent fifty Great Sages to guard the Saha Heaven Domain, drawing ridicule from other worlds. It should be understood that those worlds that could hold a place in the Saha Heaven Domain were all among the top ten in the Western Universe, possessing immense secular power and boasting tens of thousands of Great Sages. Fifty Great Sages were not even a fraction of their numbers, until Xue Renxian intervened.

This leader of the Blood God Cult in the Kunlun Realm displayed his swordsmanship at a divine level, reaching the perfection of Sword Twelve, defeating dozens of Great Saints from various realms of the Saha Heaven Domain. In the end, he even defeated Bai Ren Dao Qiu Qian Chi, the number one mortal in the Blade God Realm, with a single sword strike.

After this battle, Xue Renxian's reputation soared throughout the Primordial World. Even the renowned Sword God of the Sword God Realm declared his willingness to accept Xue Renxian as his personal disciple. Everyone understood that this young sword cultivator had a very high probability of becoming a Sword God whose name would be known throughout the heavens.

Zen Abyss Holy City, Heavenly Cloud Pavilion.

As the core base of the Primordial Realm in the Saha Heaven Domain, the Heavenly Pavilion was already overflowing with people. Great Sages from various worlds of the Western Universe had gathered here, all hoping to establish connections with the Primordial Realm. Inside the pavilion, the air was filled with the lively sounds and the aroma of wine.

"Big sister, look!" A clear voice rang out, drawing the attention of the surrounding cultivators.

Two women stood side by side, both possessing unparalleled beauty and graceful figures. They wore white dresses, and their brows carried a hint of heroic spirit. Both of them came from the White Tiger Great World of the Western Universe.

Bai Jing pointed to the center of the hall, her beautiful eyes sparkling with infatuation: "That person is also a cultivator from the Primordial World, and he's so handsome! I never imagined there were so many young and handsome Great Sages in the Primordial World!" Bai Lan followed her sister's gaze and her eyes lit up.

In the center of the hall, a scholar in a blue robe held a long scroll and was chatting with several masters of calligraphy. He had a handsome face, eyes like stars, and eyebrows like crescent moons. His blue robe was clean and neat, and he exuded a refined and scholarly air. Every move he made was full of captivating charm.

This person is none other than Su Mingyun, the current sect leader of the Kunlun Realm's Book Sect. Since arriving in the Heavenly Court Realm, Su Mingyun's cultivation has been advancing rapidly. Relying on time-space treasures, he is now a Supreme Saint and has even touched the threshold of the God Realm, making him a true demigod powerhouse.

"I've heard that Mr. Han Li of the calligraphy world is a once-in-a-millennium genius, whose literary attainments are unparalleled, and whose calligraphy has reached a level that astounds even the gods and ghosts." Su Mingyun put down the long scroll, his tone full of admiration, "To cultivate Confucianism and Taoism to such a level is truly admirable."

Upon hearing this, the great sage of the calligraphy world immediately bowed respectfully, saying, "Brother Su, you flatter me. Mr. Han Li is indeed the foremost figure in our calligraphy world for ten thousand years, and the only genius in the entire realm to have cultivated Confucianism and Taoism to the level of 'pacifying the world'!"

Su Mingyun's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with shock.

Confucianism and Taoism divide cultivation into four realms: self-cultivation, family management, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world. It's already rare for ordinary Saint Realm cultivators to reach the "governing the state" realm, while the "bringing peace to the world" realm is a domain only powerful beings at the Divine Realm can attain. Looking across the entire Kunlun Realm, only Bai Yi, the former head of the Heaven and Earth Academy, and Gu Tingkai, the Painting Emperor, have achieved the Saint Realm's goal of bringing peace to the world. Even Shen Wencang of the Tianya Academy has not reached this level.

"I will definitely visit Mr. Han Li in person another day to learn the way to bring peace to the world," Su Mingyun said earnestly, his heart filled with anticipation.

Just as he was about to continue his discussion on calligraphy with the masters of the calligraphy world, the great master beside him suddenly nudged him with his elbow, winked, and whispered, "Brother Su, look ahead. There are two stunning beauties staring at you."

Su Mingyun was slightly taken aback and turned his head to look in the direction the other person was looking. He saw the Bai sisters holding wine glasses, standing not far away, their beautiful eyes shining with a burning light, staring at him intently. Their gaze was too direct, and even with Su Mingyun's composure, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and a slight blush rose to his face.

The Great Sage of the Book World leaned close to his ear, his tone envious: "Brother Su, you may not know this, but these two are the daughters of the Gengjin War God of the White Tiger Great World. They are deeply favored by the White Tiger God and are renowned beauties in the Heavenly Court. They are so devoted to you; if you could win their hearts, wouldn't you save yourself a hundred thousand years of struggle when traveling in the Western Universe?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mingyun gave a wry smile and was about to speak when he saw the Bai sisters gracefully walking towards him.