The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 13 Annihilation 1

Countless rules surrounding him flowed like rivers converging into the sea, all surging into his fingertips. The third-grade "Sacred Intent of Life and Death Impermanence," imbued with the profound mysteries of Buddhism's coexistence of annihilation and vitality, transformed into an extremely condensed finger beam. This was none other than his self-created supreme sacred technique, "Finger of Impermanence."

The finger beam pierced the air with the speed of a meteor falling to earth, reaching Han Ji's heart in an instant. Han Ji's pupils shrank sharply, and in his haste, he activated his supreme Dharma Body to block, but a crisp "crack" was heard. His Dharma Body, forged from twelve trillion rules, cracked like porcelain, and wisps of blood mist steamed out from the cracks, instantly filling the air with a pungent smell of blood.

"Amitabha."

Master Shenmeng withdrew his outward-radiating holy energy, clasped his hands together, and uttered a Buddhist chant that resounded throughout heaven and earth. Han Ji's body suddenly stiffened, as the two extreme rules of life and death clashed and entangled wildly in his limbs and bones. The Asura Battle Soul Body, formed from countless murderous resentments, could not even withstand half a breath under the crushing force of these two extremes, and it burst and dissipated like a bubble, leaving not even a trace of his remnant soul.

Clang!

The Blood Blade, a supreme holy artifact that had drunk countless lives, fell to the ground with a thud. The blade hummed and trembled, but it could no longer stir up the slightest ripple. Even though it was a supreme holy artifact, it could not completely break through Master Shenmeng's defenses.

In the blink of an eye, Han Ji's proud supreme physical body shattered, and his holy soul was annihilated by the primal power of the Impermanence Finger. The domineering rules of life and death, like a millstone, crushed his divine soul. Even the Gate of Destiny within him, which contained ten ten-thousandths of the mysteries of destiny, was rendered useless in the face of this power, utterly powerless to protect his holy soul.

In Han Ji's eyes, the last glimmer of light turned into resentment and regret, gradually fading away until only a withered, emaciated corpse remained, collapsing to the ground in despair.

Master Shenmeng opened his mouth and spat out a crystal bead that was completely smooth and lustrous. This bead was a relic left behind by an ancient Buddha of Erxin Temple before his passing. Although only one bead remained, it contained a terrifying power comparable to a supreme sacred artifact. It was one of his trump cards in this battle and a first-class protective treasure.

"Fortunately, Benefactor Ling told me all the details about this fiend before the battle, otherwise I might not have been able to win today's battle."

Although Master Shenmeng won, he was also seriously injured. His sacred body was covered with knife wounds, and sacred blood flowed from the hideous wounds. His face was as pale as paper.

Just then, a figure slowly stepped out from the void; it was Ling Che, who had been secretly observing.

"Master is indeed as sharp as ever. Though Han Ji's Blood Blade was fierce, it ultimately couldn't escape your Unpredictable Finger." Ling Che glanced at Han Ji's corpse and shook his head slightly. "This fiend's combat prowess was quite rare, and it's a pity he met such an end. However, as a henchman of the Temple of Destiny, we had no reason to spare him—in retrospect, Master still showed mercy."

Dao Shenling had a clear understanding of the situation. Master Shenmeng was a true representative of the Yuanhui era. He had not only comprehended the third-grade "Sacred Intent of Life and Death Impermanence", but also mastered an extremely rare fourth-grade Sacred Intent. His true combat power was comparable to that of the Ming Emperor and the Martial Emperor.

However, Master Shenmeng's combat talent was somewhat lacking; in Ling Che's view, he only unleashed 80% of his full strength. If he had faced a true representative of the Yuanhui level, it would likely have been Shenmeng who perished today.

Moreover, Ling Che also knew that Master Shenmeng possessed a supreme sacred artifact—the Five-Colored Glazed Golden Bowl. If this bowl had been used from the start, Han Ji wouldn't have lasted even ten rounds.

Master Shenmeng never harbored any murderous intent. His "Finger of Impermanence" always meant "life and death are in one's own hands, and impermanence is the only determinant"—if one can escape the shackles of life and death, there is hope; if one cannot escape, there is only death.

Unfortunately, Han Ji had been too bloodthirsty, and the death energy within him had long since overwhelmed his vitality. When he encountered the Impermanence Finger, he was destined to die.

Ling Che flipped his hand and took out two pills that were shrouded in dragon's might. These were the "Dragon Blood Lingzhi Pills" that he had made with the blood of a divine dragon, a Yuanhui-level Blood Lingzhi, and dozens of top-grade holy medicines. Each batch contained a hundred pills, and their medicinal effects were considered heaven-defying.

"Master, next time you encounter cultivators from the Hell Realm, you don't need to fight them anymore. Just summon the Five-Colored Glazed Golden Bowl and suppress them." Ling Che handed the pill to Master Shenmeng, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Master Shenmeng took the pill, swallowed it, and a surge of vitality instantly coursed through his body, his wounds healing at a visible speed. Hearing this, he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile: "Amitabha! Yes, this old monk was rather confused today, completely forgetting this trump card."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Che waved his sleeve lightly, and a wisp of holy energy swept over the blood-red supreme holy artifact on the ground, storing it in his storage space. His gaze swept over Master Shenmeng's body covered in knife marks, and he added, "This scoundrel's murderous aura has seeped into his very bones. Even if you spare his life, he will surely bring disaster to the heavens in the future. Master, you need not worry about it."

Master Shenmeng took the Dragon Blood Lingzhi Pill, and the depleted holy energy and damaged holy body within him were being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. Upon hearing this, he simply clasped his hands together and nodded: "Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable. Han Ji's obsession with killing will ultimately not escape the calamity of impermanence." He raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the Martial Emperor and the young clan leader Huang were fighting. There, the holy might soared into the sky, and even the void was constantly trembling. The eerie blood aura of the Undying Blood Clan and the domineering holy flames of the Martial Emperor could be vaguely intertwined and collided.

"This old monk will depart now." Master Shenmeng lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure transformed into a streak of light that soared into the sky. The five-colored glazed golden bowl in his sleeve trembled slightly, as if sensing the fierce battle in the distance, and emitted a faint glazed Buddhist light.

Ling Che stood rooted to the spot, watching Master Shenmeng's departing figure, his gaze slightly somber. He naturally understood Master Shenmeng's concerns—Buddhism emphasizes compassion, as the saying goes, "Sweeping the floor lest one harm an ant's life, cherishing a moth by covering the lamp with gauze." Master Shenmeng's path to worldly affairs was a method of cultivating great compassion and saving the world, but the cultivators of the Hell Realm were not his followers of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect; constant retreat would only nurture a tiger to cause trouble. He glanced down at the cold, withered corpse, a wisp of holy fire igniting at his fingertips, turning it to ashes.

Beyond the endless abyss, the battlefield between Emperor Wu and Huang Qiming had long since turned into scorched earth. Hundreds of thousands of feet of earth had cracked and collapsed, revealing raging waves of magma surging beneath the ground. The void was shattered by the aftershocks of their battle, turning into chaotic fragments of space, even the light was distorted beyond recognition.

The Gate of Destiny, towering tens of thousands of miles high, hangs in the sky. Its gate is adorned with countless divine runes of destiny. With each tremor, it scatters billions of silver rays of light, which collide with the Martial God Spear in the Martial Emperor's hand. The resulting vast holy energy sweeps across tens of thousands of miles, crushing even the spatial barriers into dust wherever it passes.

Huang Qiming, the young patriarch of the Huangtian tribe and the youngest son of the tribe's chief, reached the Supreme Realm in less than a thousand years. His mastery of Sacred Rules reached a staggering 35 trillion, making him a true representative of the Yuanhui level. He not only comprehended two complementary top-tier third-grade Sacred Intents but also cultivated the Dao of Destiny to an unparalleled level. Looking across the Hell Realm of this Yuanhui, aside from the Blood God of War who once dominated an era, he was the most astonishing figure.

The Martial Emperor is one of the few Great Saints in the history of the Kunlun Realm, and the strongest prodigy to rise from the Martial City Academy since the Middle Ages. He is also a peerless genius who broke through to the Supreme Realm before the age of a thousand. He had already comprehended the top-tier third-grade Saintly Intent when he was in the Hundred Shackles Realm, and now he has also reached the peak of the Demigod. His Saintly Dao Rules foundation exceeds 30 trillion, and his Martial God Spear sweeps across Kunlun, with few rivals.

The phrase "a clash of titans" perfectly describes the situation at this moment.

Both were already top experts in the realm of sainthood, wielding various saintly techniques with ease, requiring no deliberate activation. The Martial Emperor thrust out his spear, its light tearing through the sky. Huang Qiming dodged to the side, but the spear light pierced through the void, landing atop a mountain tens of thousands of feet high behind them. With a deafening roar, the entire mountain instantly shattered, turning into dust that dissipated into the heavens and earth.

Huang Qiming stood suspended in the void, his twelve silver blood wings unfurled behind him like twelve suspended Taiyin cold moons. The wings were covered with ancient Taiyin sacred patterns, and with each flap, they stirred up a bone-chilling Taiyin cold current, freezing the surrounding space with a crackling sound, as if it would be completely frozen in the next moment.

"Blood Refining Divine Hand!"

Huang Qiming let out a low shout, mobilizing 35 trillion sacred rules within his body. Instantly, a blood-red hand that blotted out the sky appeared in his palm, its palm lines flowing with a ferocious aura that could devour all things, and it slammed down towards the Martial Emperor.

Emperor Wu's eyes narrowed, and the Martial God Spear in his hand danced with thousands of spear shadows, like meteors falling to earth, like the Milky Way pouring down. The spear shadows intertwined to form an impenetrable net. With a loud "bang", the ten-thousand-foot-long blood hand was directly pierced by the spear shadows and turned into a sky full of blood mist and dissipated.

"As expected of the Martial Emperor, you actually managed to challenge my Dao of Destiny with the Dao of the Spear." Huang Qiming's lips curled into a cold smile as his gaze fell on the Martial Emperor, carrying a hint of mockery. "However, your holy blood is probably almost dried up, isn't it?"

Of the two top-tier, third-grade sacred intents he comprehended, one was the Blood Ancestor Devouring Heaven Sacred Intent. This sacred intent was extremely domineering, capable of automatically devouring the blood and soul of all living beings to strengthen his own original physique. Under the continuous erosion of this sacred intent, Huang Qiming's condition grew stronger with each battle. On the other hand, although the Martial Emperor tried his best to suppress it with the Martial Golden Body he had cultivated using the "Heaven and Earth Martial Secret," he still could not stop the rapid loss of his blood and soul power, and his aura was weakening at a visible speed.

"Such divine will is truly rare." Emperor Wu sighed deeply, his voice tinged with solemnity, as he felt his vital energy continuously draining from his body.

Huang Qiming smiled proudly: "When I was in the Hundred Shackles Realm, I had already comprehended seven kinds of sacred intents. This Blood Ancestor Devouring Heaven Sacred Intent is the result of my fusion of four kinds of sacred intents. Its power is comparable to that of a quasi-second-grade sacred intent! Looking at the world today, even the number one mortal in the Heavenly Court Realm, the Heavenly Balance Battle Emperor of the Myriad Ruins Realm, is no match for me. You can be proud that you have fought me to this point."

This statement is by no means arrogant. With two top-tier third-grade holy intents, coupled with his unparalleled mastery of the Dao of Destiny, Huang Qiming is confident that his combat strength is no weaker than that of an ordinary Yuanhui-level genius. Normally, he would still hold back somewhat in the Hell Realm, but today on the battlefield of the Kunlun Realm, he has completely let go of his inhibitions—even Yan Fuxu of the Yama Clan, the number one mortal clan in the Hell Realm, is nothing more than a chicken or a dog in his eyes.

Just then, a distant Buddhist chant came from afar, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

"Amitabha."

Master Shenmeng arrived riding on a golden lotus, his body radiating Buddhist light. Clearly, after consuming the Dragon Blood Lingzhi Pill, his injuries had mostly healed. He looked at Emperor Wu, clasped his hands together, and said, "Emperor Wu, the Demon Emperor, seeing that you have been fighting for so long without a victory, has specially sent this humble monk to lend a hand."

Huang Qiming's face suddenly darkened.

The Martial Emperor alone was already putting him under immense pressure, and now with the addition of this unfathomable old monk, he feared he might truly perish in this Kunlun Realm today! He immediately retracted his twelve silver blood wings, protecting himself in front of him, his eyes warily fixed on the two, his holy rules surging wildly around him, ready to fight to the death.

"I appreciate your kindness, Master," the Martial Emperor shook his head, his voice resounding with an arrogant air of dominance. "Since I began my cultivation, I have never allowed anyone to interfere in my battles. Huang Qiming is the strongest opponent I have ever encountered in my life, aside from the Demon Emperor. Such an adversary must be defeated by me personally!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Wu's fighting spirit surged, soaring into the sky.

He was a martial arts fanatic, and his lifelong pursuit was to clash with the strong and break through his own limits. Huang Qiming's strength had already earned his respect, and only by deciding the winner in the purest way could this exhilarating battle be worthwhile.

"Amitabha." Master Shenmeng sighed softly, quietly putting away the five-colored glazed bowl he had taken out of his sleeve, and no longer interfering.

Huang Qiming's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, as if he had escaped a catastrophic disaster. He straightened his back and laughed loudly: "Good! What a Martial Emperor! Even if you and this old monk join forces, what do I have to fear? Today, I will show you how I, the Devouring Heaven Blood God Emperor, am invincible under heaven!"

In the darkness of the void, Daoist Ling Che shook his head inwardly upon hearing this.

This guy was always low-key and reserved in the Hell Realm, so why did he suddenly become so unrestrained once he arrived in the Kunlun Realm?

The Martial Emperor, however, was too lazy to waste words with him. His holy energy surged suddenly within him, like a raging sea, emitting a deafening roar. The ten-thousand-foot-tall golden martial arts dharma image shrank instantly and merged into his body. His already imposing figure suddenly expanded to a height of ten feet, and the holy rules around him boiled. Nearly 35 trillion holy rules emerged, transforming into golden divine chains that wrapped around his body.

Under this terrifying pressure, the surrounding space began to distort inch by inch, groaning under the unbearable weight.

"The Three Shots of Annihilation - First Move: Annihilation of Realms!"

With a roar, the Martial Emperor unleashed boundless holy energy and all his spear techniques, surging wildly into the Martial God Spear. In an instant, the spear tip flickered with unpredictable light, and lightning flashed in the void. Its extremely sharp aura seemed capable of piercing through all defenses in the world, causing even pseudo-god level experts to retreat in fear.

Ling Che's gaze suddenly sharpened from the shadows.

This "Three World-Destroying Spears" is a fragment of a supreme technique created by a deity in the ancient Kunlun Realm. The complete technique should have nine forms, each possessing the power to destroy a great world. Back then, the Martial Emperor used this technique to fight his grandfather Ling Hao's Heavenly Demon Emperor Halberd to a draw, with Ling Hao ultimately winning due to his deeper foundation in the Holy Path. Now, the Martial Emperor's cultivation is vastly different; the power of this single spear strike could potentially threaten the life of a pseudo-god realm expert!

The Martial God Spear pierced the sky like a shooting star chasing the moon, moving at extreme speed.

The space along the way crumbled inch by inch under the terrifying pressure, emitting a piercing cracking sound. Huang Qiming's expression changed drastically, and he no longer dared to underestimate the situation. All twelve silver blood wings on his back were folded up to protect him in front of him. At the same time, he placed the Gate of Destiny, which stretched for thousands of miles, in front of him. The divine runes of destiny on the gate flashed wildly, trying to resist the power of this spear.

However, this supreme holy weapon, imbued with the profound mysteries of the spear, is now unstoppable!

In the blink of an eye, the spear's edge pierced the Gate of Destiny, and the divine runes on the gate shattered inch by inch; in the next two breaths, the spear tip tore open twelve silver blood wings comparable to kings' weapons, the sacred runes on the wings collapsed, and blood splattered.

The next instant, the Martial God Spear pierced Huang Qiming's chest without any resistance, creating a bloody hole the size of a bowl! Blood gushed out, staining the entire void red.