The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 50 Death Battle

Beyond the Taiwei Starfield, the Milky Way stretches endlessly, and the lingering echoes of the Dao principles from the clash between the Boundless Realm experts still resonate in the void. Stardust, drawn by an invisible force, slowly swirls into a stream. The three—Mingde Divine Venerable, Xuandao True Buddha, and Zhenyu Divine Lord—walk side by side, their Confucian robes solemn, their Buddhist chants restrained, and their divine light clear and gentle. Their three auras do not interfere with each other yet resonate with one another. They have finished their Dao discussion and, to keep their appointment with Mingde and Nutian Divine Venerable, have come together to this battlefield in the Taiwei Realm.

The three of them walked through the air and landed directly in the central camp of the Heavenly Court, located at the forefront of the meteorite belt.

This grand camp was no ordinary tent, but a mobile divine palace constructed from star-divine gold, myriad tribulations-inducing wood, and divine runes of the gods. It stretched over ten thousand miles in both length and width, with dozens of celestial essences embedded in its array cores, and was encased in a double layer of divine restrictions. Inside the main tent, the dome was painted with a map of the heavens, and the floor was paved with ice-soul jade crystals. High above, seated at the head of the table was the Ancestor of Commerce from the Heavenly Realm, his face ancient and simple, his eyes lowered, his divine power contained as deep as an abyss. He appeared to be meditating, yet he had absorbed the entire aura of the camp into his senses. Beside him stood the Lord of the Temple of Truth, dressed in simple blue robes, his hair adorned with fine runes of truth, his gaze clear as a mirror.

The gods inside the tent were already waiting. When Mingde and his companions entered, many gods from ancient civilizations and neutral worlds nodded in greeting, and the atmosphere became lively.

The Thousand Star Ancestor was the first to rise, his voice booming like a bell, causing the divine patterns within the tent to tremble slightly: "Mingde, congratulations! This breakthrough has brought your spiritual power directly to the state of perfect perfection. Confucianism and Taoism have been dormant for nearly 100,000 years since Murong Ru disappeared. Today, you have attained the state of perfect perfection, and your talent and ability are no less than Murong Ru's back then. It seems that the position of the fifth ancestor of Confucianism and Taoism is rightfully yours."

The Thousand Star Ancestor was the master of the Thousand Star Ancient Civilization. The Thousand Star Ancient Civilization, as a pillar of the ancient civilization faction, was known as one of the four pillars of ancient civilization, along with the Big Dipper Ancient Civilization, the Bright Sun Ancient Civilization, and the Witch God Civilization.

The Thousand Star Ancestor was upright and honest. Not only did he break through to the Heavenly Perfection realm, but he also killed two great hellish gods, Xiong Hai and Luo Ding, on the battlefield. In his opinion, his achievements shook the Heavenly Court and he deserved the title of "Fifth Ancestor".

The White Tiger God Ancestor of the Western Universe's White Tiger Realm, his eyes gleaming, his beard and hair all white yet his aura overwhelming, strode forward and spoke with fervor: "Mingde, the three of you must choose a day to visit my White Tiger Realm! I possess a jar of divine brew aged 170,000 years, made using the head of an old and boundless elder of the Stone Clan as a vessel, drawing upon star core liquid, the blood marrow of ten thousand beasts, and the spiritual spring of the void. I will invite you all to drink with me then."

Brewing wine from the head of a being from the Boundless Realm is already a rare treasure of the universe, and after 170,000 years of aging, it is even more priceless. A wave of admiration immediately swept through the tent.

The ancient patriarch of the Beidou civilization, the Beidou God Ancestor, immediately shook his head, his tone tinged with resentment, and glanced at the White Tiger God Ancestor: "Old man White, you're being so generous today. It seems that Mingde and the other two have a lot of influence. I've been craving your wine for 100,000 years, but you wouldn't even let me set foot in your wine cellar. You're such a stingy person, I never thought you'd start to pluck feathers today."

The Beidou God Ancestor's surname is Ji. The Ji family is the most prestigious family in the Beidou Ancient Civilization. The four ancient civilizations of Beidou, Yanyang, Qianxing, and Wushen are the most powerful forces in the Heavenly Court besides the four major worlds. As a giant in the Heavenly Court's God Realm, the Beidou God Ancestor has a close personal relationship with the Ten Tribulations Heavenly Lord of the original Kunlun Realm. He has great prestige in the Heavenly Court. He has been friends with the White Tiger God Ancestor for decades and they are used to bickering.

The White Tiger Ancestor stroked his beard and laughed heartily, completely unconcerned: "Fine wine for a hero! Old Ghost Ji, if you can break through to the Undying Boundless Realm, why wouldn't I give you the entire wine cellar? If your strength isn't enough, don't covet such celestial brew!"

"You old codger, you're clearly playing favorites!" The Great Dipper God Ancestor laughed and scolded loudly. "Are you openly implying that my cultivation is inadequate?"

Amidst laughter and merriment, the tent resounded with cheers. Powerful figures from the ancient civilization factions, the White Tiger Realm, and the Temple of Truth all wore expressions of joy. Only the Shang Ancestor, seated high above, remained expressionless, his eyes closed like a statue. Below him, the myriad figures from the Heavenly Realm factions—including Yu Dongxuan of the Temple of Light, Xun Yangzi of the Heavenly Power Great World, and the Immortal-Following Cult Master of the Fairy Realm—each wore gloomy expressions, their eyes cold and sharp, their gazes towards Mingde filled with apprehension and hostility.

The clear, cold voice of the Temple Master of Truth slowly rang out, like a clear spring striking a stone, instantly silencing the laughter of the entire audience: "Mingde, now that you have broken through to the Heavenly Perfection realm, you should shoulder greater responsibilities, guarding the Heavenly Court and balancing Hell. I intend to appoint you concurrently as the Deputy Temple Master of the Temple of Truth, in charge of the education of the Heavenly Realm of Truth, the spread of the Way beyond the realm, and the arbitration of all matters in the Divine Realm Battlefield."

The words fell like a star crashing into the sea, creating towering waves.

The gods erupted in commotion, whispering amongst themselves, their voices a deafening roar. Even the previously silent Shang Ancestor suddenly opened his divine eyes, golden light bursting forth, a terrifying divine might quietly spreading, causing the temperature of the entire camp to plummet, and even the divine runes to tremble.

"Lord Qing, this matter may be inappropriate. Mingde is not a direct descendant of the Temple of Truth, and his main cultivation of the divine path does not involve the path of truth. His sudden appointment as deputy temple master is inconsistent with the rules and will not win the hearts of the people. It may cause internal divisions and err against the overall situation of Hell."

In recent years, the Temple of Truth has widely spread its teachings, and the principles of truth have spread throughout the heavens. Its influence has already subtly surpassed that of the Temple of Light. If Mingde, a spiritual powerhouse with perfect spiritual strength, were to become the deputy temple master of the Temple of Truth, the Temple of Truth would surely rise to the top, and the balance of faith in all realms would be completely tilted. This is something that the Heavenly Realm absolutely cannot tolerate.

Shang Zu's words were grand and eloquent, yet every word went straight to the heart of the matter: the Temple of Truth must not be given any more powerful allies, and virtue must not become a key pawn in the checks and balances of the Heavenly Realm.

Yu Dongxuan immediately stood up, his expression agitated, his voice sharp: "Palace Master! Mingde has no outstanding achievements in the Path of Truth, and is not a major cultivator of Truth. To rashly bestow upon him a high position would violate the temple's tradition, inevitably drawing criticism from cultivators across the heavens, and making it difficult for the gods to accept him!"

Xun Yangzi, the leader of the Fengxian Sect, and a host of vassal gods from the Heavenly Realm echoed his sentiments, their voices of condemnation rising and falling, surrounding the Lord of the Hall of Truth in the center. The tent was instantly divided into two distinct factions, with tensions running high between them.

The Thousand Star God Ancestor's expression darkened, and his stellar divine power surged: "Yu Dongxuan, stop being jealous of talent! Mingde's cultivation has reached the Heavenly Perfection, and he previously slew the two Hell Lords. In terms of talent and merit, how can he not be the Vice Hall Master of the Temple of Truth?"

"What the Thousand Star God Ancestor said is absolutely right!" The White Tiger God Ancestor roared, and a white tiger phantom appeared, its might shaking the four directions. "Mingde slew the fierce and terrifying, destroyed Luoding, and protected the thousands of living beings in the Heavenly Court. His achievements are unparalleled in this era. Not to mention the Vice Hall Master, he is worthy of being ranked alongside the Hall Master."

The powerful figures such as the Northern Dipper God Ancestor, the Mysterious Dao True Buddha, and the True Universe God Lord successively voiced their support. Divine power collided, divine radiance intertwined, and the main tent trembled slightly, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The Temple Master of Truth frowned slightly, sighing inwardly. She had intended to use the power of Bright Virtue to counterbalance the influence of the Heavenly Realm within the Temple of Truth and to consolidate the power of the Heavenly Court, but she hadn't expected such fierce resistance. The Temple of Truth wasn't her sole domain; the Heavenly Realm had planted numerous forces within it, wielding considerable influence. With the Hell Realm pressing in and the war in the Meteorite Belt raging, she was unwilling to allow internal strife to cause the temple to split and the Heavenly Court to become disaffected.

After giving Shang Zu a deep look, the Lord of the Temple of Truth suppressed his emotions and spoke in a calm but unyielding tone: "This matter is an internal affair of the Temple of Truth. I have my own considerations and will discuss it later. At present, the Meteorite Alliance is suffering heavy losses in the battle with the Great Saints, and we should prioritize the overall situation."

She temporarily backed down, but she had already made up her mind: the power of the Heavenly Realm had grown too strong to be controlled, and she had to break this deadlock.

At the heart of the entire turmoil, Mingde sat calmly in the corner of the tent, his scholar's robes flowing loosely, a scroll in his hand. Not a trace of divine power emanated from him, yet he possessed the composure to remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. Hearing the unfounded attacks from the Heavenly Realm factions, a chill ran through him, but he remained impassive, unmoved by praise or blame. He had long seen through the selfishness and cold-heartedness of the Heavenly Realm; these people only cared about power and profit, never about the common people of the myriad realms. Facing the gazes of the gods, Mingde merely nodded slightly, his tone even: "I will obey the Palace Master's orders without question."

His calm demeanor and magnanimity earned him the respect of his supporters and made the Heavenly Realm faction increasingly wary of him.

The expression of the Northern Dipper God Ancestor suddenly turned grave, and a sigh broke the stalemate: "There are only three days left until the duel between Mingde and the Wrathful Heaven God. But our Heavenly Court's Great Sage echelon has been fighting in the meteorite belt and hell for several days, suffering heavy losses and nearly collapsing."

He paused, his voice heavy with sorrow: "Thousands of elite Great Saints from the Demon God Realm were ambushed by the Asura Clan, annihilated without a single survivor!"

The tent was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The Demon God Realm is the ruler of the Southern Universe, an eternally indestructible realm. This expedition was led by the realm's most outstanding talents, numbering over a thousand Great Saints. If they had formed a battle formation, they could have shaken even ordinary Heaven-Mending Realm True Gods, yet they were all annihilated, demonstrating the ruthlessness and cunning of the Hell Realm.

"The Golden-Winged Roc King has returned to the Demon God Realm and is apologizing to Ancestor Chongming with a bundle of thorns on his back."

"The complete annihilation of the Great Sages of this generation is a devastating blow to any great realm. Moreover, among the Great Sages of the Demon God Realm are some of the leading figures in the secular world of this generation, all of whom are prodigies with a high probability of becoming true gods. It's a pity."

Mingde and the other two looked astonished. They knew the battle was fierce, but they hadn't expected it to be this brutal. Thousands of Great Saints had formed an array, and even True Gods had to give way, yet the Asura Clan had managed to set up a deadly trap and annihilate them all. This showed that their clan was not only composed of warlike brutes, but also of those with deep foresight.

Xuan Dao Zhen Fo clasped his hands together, his Buddhist voice filled with compassion: "Amitabha, I wonder how the leaders of the Xue sect are doing. I hope all the saints of the Primordial World are safe."

Zhenyu Divine Lord smiled slightly, his tone resolute: "Rest assured, True Buddha. With Xue Renxian, Bai Kuotian, and the other four joining forces, even Huangtian and Xue Jue, who are at the same realm, would find it difficult to win; moreover, they have the Heavenly Chessboard in hand, and are skilled in planning and scheming. They are the ones who will ambush others, and will never repeat the mistakes of the Demon God Realm."

"Amitabha, I hope so." Xuan Dao Zhen Fo was still worried. The Hell Realm was full of geniuses. People like Yan Fu Xu and Ni Xuan Wu Ji were all at the peak of their generation and should not be underestimated.

While the gods inside the tent were still arguing among factions and discussing the battle, deep within the asteroid belt, in a starry sea formed by the convergence of billions of star fragments, the killing intent had reached its boiling point.

This is the core battlefield where the Heavenly Court and the Great Sage of Hell are locked in a fierce battle. Star debris floats, divine light is shattered, holy blood stains the void red, broken holy artifacts and the remains of the Great Sage can be seen everywhere, and fragments of the Dao principles are scattered, forming a forbidden dead zone.

Ni Xuan Wuji, the number one mortal among the Asura Clan, a top-tier genius at the Yuanhui level, wields the Asura Purgatory Halberd and wears blood-red holy armor. He is followed by over a hundred Great Saints from the Asura Divine Palace and the Azure Deer Divine Palace, all elite warriors, exuding a fierce aura and soaring killing intent. He had just led his troops to a great victory in an ambush against the Demon God Realm, and his morale was high. He was ordered to search for cultivators from the Primordial Realm, but unexpectedly ran into a Primordial Realm team led by Bai Kuotian.

The two sides met face to face, exchanged no words, and the flames of war ignited instantly.

Ni Xuan Wuji struck first, unleashing the Asura Purgatory Halberd, its crimson light tearing through the void like a falling star, carrying the force to annihilate heaven and earth as it crashed towards Bai Kuotian. This halberd strike condensed a vast amount of Asura Heavenly Dao rules, and few of the generation's prodigies dared to meet it head-on.

"Heavenly Demon Dark Star Fist!"

Instead of retreating, Bai Kuotian advanced, his demonic energy surging. Behind him, the Heavenly Demon Dark Star Map appeared, with an ancient dark star slowly rotating, devouring starlight and Dao principles. His body swelled several times in size, like an ancient demon god. He unleashed a punch, the power of the dark star merging with the rules of the fist, his fist piercing through the galaxy, colliding violently with the Asura Purgatory Halberd.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the asteroid belt, a terrifying shockwave exploded outwards, turning thousands of miles of star debris into dust, shattering space, and unleashing a torrent of chaos. The two were evenly matched in their attack, and the force of the recoil caused their respective Great Sages to retreat in horror.

Ni Xuan Wuji was forced back three steps, his arm slightly numb, but his eyes blazed with a fanatical fighting spirit. He laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Good! The Primordial Realm actually has a master like you! Today we can have a good fight!"

He was a lifelong warrior, and from their recent exchange, he understood that Bai Kuotian was a true opponent worthy of his full strength. The Asura Purgatory Halberd trembled slightly, resonating with his bloodline, and his Asura battle intent surged to a boiling point.

Bai Kuotian, as the patriarch of the Bai Li clan in the Kunlun Realm, is a core fighting force in the secular world of the Primordial World. He cultivates two divine-level techniques, "Heavenly Demon Stone Carving" and "Nine Li Divine Scripture". When he reached the Hundred-Garden Realm, he condensed two fifth-grade holy intents, which were later successfully fused into the third-grade top-level holy intent, "Demon Star Shaking Heaven Holy Intent".

After the Righteous and Demonic Assembly, and with the personal guidance of the True Universe Divine Lord, his Holy Dao Rules reached 290 trillion, approaching the threshold of the Yuanhui representative. Ordinary Supreme Great Saints couldn't even withstand a single punch from him. However, today, facing a true Yuanhui representative, he felt immense pressure. But he couldn't afford to be intimidated before the battle even began, as that would be a major taboo on the battlefield.

"The number one mortal among the Asura race?" Bai Kuotian stood proudly in the starry sky, his holy light dazzling, demonic energy intertwined with holy principles. "With me here today, you will not harm a single person in my Primordial World!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Demon Dark Star Map and the Heavenly Demon Tiger Roar Map appeared behind Bai Kuotian at the same time. The two strange phenomena merged and transformed into an ancient demonic tiger that was coiled in the starry sky and was tens of thousands of feet high. The tiger's roar shattered the Milky Way, and the demonic energy devoured the sun and chased the moon, with terrifying power.

Seeing this, Chakja of the Azure Deer Temple was about to order the Great Sages to surround and kill him, but Ni Xuan Wuji stopped him sternly: "He is my prey. I will personally send him to his death. No one is allowed to interfere!"

His crimson gaze locked onto Bai Kuotian. Behind Ni Xuan Wuji, the Great Asura Dharma Image appeared, with three heads and six arms, wielding various killing weapons, surrounded by Asura divine runes, pushing the Dao of Slaughter to its limit. He gripped the Purgatory Halberd tightly, shattering the void with a single step, like a blood-red lightning bolt, rushing straight towards Bai Kuotian.

Bai Kuotian's eyes were solemn. He put on a pair of gauntlets, which were ancient treasures of the Jiuli clan, called the Overlord Gauntlets. They were also powerful supreme artifacts. Bai Kuotian swung his holy fist, and 290 trillion holy rules were fully activated. His fist was imbued with the power of the Demon Star's suppression and the Heavenly Demon's world-destroying might, shaking the void, reversing yin and yang, and directly meeting the attack.

Above the starry sky, the two engaged in an earth-shattering battle!

Bai Kuotian's Holy Fist was like a star, freezing space upon its strike, unparalleled in its ferocity and as heavy as a mountain; Ni Xuan Wuji's Demonic Halberd was like a dragon, its shadows countless, its killing intent eroding everything, ruthless and decisive. The two figures rapidly shifted among the star debris, their fists and halberds clashing, the Asura killing intent and demonic energy colliding and exploding into brilliant yet deadly flames, the battle instantly reaching a fever pitch.

Seeing that the two were evenly matched, Chakga no longer hesitated and shouted, "All troops, attack! Encircle and kill all the cultivators from the Primordial Realm! Leave no one alive!"

Hundreds of Great Saints from the Azure Deer Temple and the Asura Temple pounced like hungry tigers, their sacred artifacts flashing across the sky, their killing intent sweeping across the sea as they charged towards the Saints of the Primordial Realm. Meanwhile, the remaining dozens of Great Saints from the Primordial Realm, led by three other Supreme Realm Great Saints, showed no fear. They unleashed their supreme sacred artifacts, activated their own sacred paths, formed battle formations, and fought against overwhelming odds, engaging in a frenzied battle against the Great Saints of the Hell Realm who outnumbered them several times over.

Holy magic roared, sacred artifacts clashed, holy blood splattered, and corpses floated and sank. The meteorite belt floated on the sea, becoming the most brutal meat grinder for the younger generation of Heaven and Hell.