The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 51 Death Battle 2

The starry sky shattered, the Milky Way was upside down, and endless chaotic energy surged and roared across the battlefield. The Great Saints of the Asura Temple and the Azure Deer Temple pressed down like dark clouds, surrounding all the cultivators of the Primordial World. The dense bloody aura almost solidified the entire star field.

"Sect Master Su! The enemy outnumbers us. There are as many as ten Supreme Saints on their side. Although we wield Supreme Saint Artifacts, our Saint Power will be exhausted after a prolonged battle, and we will inevitably be annihilated. We must break through this predicament immediately!"

Chen Wenlong, originally from the Chen family of the Eastern Region of the Kunlun Realm, had his beard and hair standing on end. His long roar shattered the stardust, and the Supreme Sacred Artifact, the long spear in his hand, burst forth with dazzling golden holy light. The power of the Supreme surged out like a vast ocean, and a Heaven-Opening and Earth-Opening Sacred Technique swept across the starry sky, forcibly forcing the three Supreme Saints of the Asura Temple to retreat tens of thousands of miles. Wherever the spear passed, even space was cut with cracks that were difficult to heal.

Su Mingyun, his blue robes fluttering, wielded the supreme holy artifact, the Holy Sword, its sword energy piercing the sun like a rainbow, desperately resisting the attacks of Chakja, the leader of the Azure Deer Divine Palace. However, Chakja was the personal disciple of the Azure Deer God King, the number one mortal in the Azure Deer Divine Palace, his cultivation having already reached the pinnacle of the Supreme Realm, his Holy Dao rules numbering twenty-eight trillion, far surpassing Su Mingyun, who had only recently broken through to the Supreme Realm.

After only ten rounds of fighting, Su Mingyun was forced to retreat steadily. His holy body, which was built with righteous energy, was covered with fine cracks, and golden holy blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was at a complete disadvantage.

"You scholar, your cultivation is not bad. You actually managed to withstand my Avici Hell Demon Blade. You do have some skill." Chuckja held a dark red, blood-red long-handled demon blade, its blade wreathed in Asura's murderous aura. He looked at the refined-looking Su Mingyun in his blue robe, a hint of surprise flashing in his turbid eyes. He could clearly sense that this Confucian cultivator had only recently entered the Supreme Realm, and his Saintly Intent and Rules had only just broken through twenty trillion, yet he could withstand his deadly sword technique, which was comparable to a perfected Saintly Art of the Supreme Realm. This talent was enough for him to look at him with new respect.

Su Mingyun's eyes were bloodshot, his voice filled with utter fury: "Chucka, disciple of the Azure Deer God King, the executioner whom everyone in the Heavenly Court wants to kill! In those seven days, you shattered the Three Realms, slaughtering everyone from Saint Realm cultivators to ordinary mortals, leaving mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. I, who cultivate the Righteous Confucian Way, will never forgive you, you demon!"

He cultivated the Confucian ideal of righteousness and upheld the great path of "benevolence." He hated the murderers who slaughtered the innocent the most. Chakja's atrocities had touched his sore spot. He only regretted that his cultivation was too shallow to kill them with his sword.

Chuck was taken aback at first, then noticed the righteous aura surrounding Su Mingyun and immediately sneered, his tone full of contempt: "Have you forgotten that you pale-faced scholar are no different from that fool back then?"

"When I was at the Saint King realm, I had an old friend who was a Confucian scholar. His eyes were as bright as yours, and he had a scholarly air about him. He called himself a righteous gentleman and was known as the number one Confucian scholar below the Great Saint. In the end, he was beheaded by me with a single stroke. I also took this opportunity to break through to the Immortal realm. Thinking about it now, I miss him quite a bit."

Upon hearing this, Su Mingyun's anger erupted like a volcano, and he shouted angrily, "Shut up! That was Zhang Ji, the personal disciple of the great master of the book world, Jin Yu. He should have been an unparalleled genius on par with his senior brother Han Li, a leading figure in Confucianism and Taoism of an era. Yet you, a treacherous villain, plotted to kill him. It is truly an injustice of Heaven."

Before the words were even finished, the Holy Sword, imbued with righteous energy, erupted with a golden sword beam that stretched for ten thousand feet, carrying with it a furious intent that could burn the heavens and boil the seas. It struck straight at Chakga, and wherever the sword beam passed, even the Asura's malevolent energy was completely purified.

Chuck's disdain intensified as he swung his blade, unleashing a massive, blood-red wave that surged forth like an endless sea of ​​blood, instantly swallowing the mighty sword light without even causing a ripple.

"Back then, Zhang Ji's cultivation at the Saint King realm was indeed superior to mine; he was a first-rate figure in the world. However, you Confucian and Taoist cultivators all share a fatal flaw: you are too soft-hearted. If it weren't for his womanly compassion, how could he have died under my blade?"

Chuck's tone was icy, and his blade trembled again. Countless layers of blood-red blade energy surged forth, transforming into a hellish landscape of mountains of knives and seas of fire, a hellish realm of heart-wrenching pain. Endless Asura rules intertwined, pressing down like the collapse of the sky, intending to crush Su Mingyun to death.

"That scoundrel Zhang Ji actually dared to take my blade for a group of mortals back then, he was simply courting death. Now you are the same. With your weak cultivation, you dare to fight me. I will send you to meet Zhang Ji for a reunion."

Chuckja infused his swordsmanship with the power of his divine will, instantly elevating its already terrifying level to another level.

Su Mingyun gritted his teeth and endured, wildly wielding his holy sword. His righteous energy gathered into a surging golden sword river, directly confronting the blood-red blade energy. But the moment the two collided, the golden sword river was pierced through as if it were paper. The incomparably sharp blade intent broke into his supreme body, frantically eroding his meridians and acupoints, sending him flying thousands of miles away. Countless star fragments along the way were shattered by his body and turned into cosmic dust.

"Sect Leader Su!"

Seeing this, Chen Wenlong, who was in the midst of the fierce battle, was terrified and held nothing back. He recklessly activated the forbidden Burning Saint Secret Technique, burning his own holy will!

In an instant, his aura surged tenfold. He activated two supreme techniques recorded in the Four-Nine Mystic Arts: Overturning Rivers and Seas and Twelve-Foot Golden Body. His body transformed into a golden body, and the supreme holy weapon, the long spear, in his hand was like a pillar supporting the sky. With one strike, he shattered the defenses of the three Great Saints of the Asura Temple, severely injuring them and sending them flying backward.

Before he could catch his breath, Chen Wenlong caught sight of Chuckja charging toward Su Mingyun with his sword. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he merged with his long spear, transforming into a streak of meteoric light. He risked his life to unleash a divine power, "Heaven and Earth Together," which crashed into Chuckja!

Just as Chakja was about to kill Su Mingyun, he suddenly sensed a deadly crisis. His hair stood on end, and he hurriedly swung his sword to defend himself. But this attack was Chen Wenlong's ultimate strike, burning with holy intent. Its power was earth-shattering. His blood-red sword was instantly knocked away, and the supreme holy artifact, the long spear, pierced through his supreme body, sending him flying hundreds of miles and shattering a patch of star debris.

"Madman! How dare you burn your holy will and destroy your own foundation!" Chakja spat out crimson holy blood, his holy body riddled with cracks, even his holy source was injured. He hurriedly took out a healing holy pill and swallowed it. This attack had shattered the foundation of his physical body, forcing him to stop and focus on healing.

In the starry sky, Chen Wenlong separated from Chang Ge, and the aftereffects of burning his holy will instantly erupted. The once heroic young man aged at a visible speed, his hair turned completely white, wrinkles covered his face, and he transformed into an old man nearing seventy. His life force rapidly dissipated, and his lifespan was reduced to only a few hundred years. His body swayed precariously, and he could only be barely supported by Chang Ge.

"Wenlong, why did you have to do this!" Su Mingyun struggled to stand up from the ruins of the star remnant, crossed space to stand in front of Chen Wenlong, and looked at his dear friend who was now exhausted, his eyes instantly turned red and his voice choked with sobs.

"Sect Leader Su...Quickly, take everyone away...to find Sect Leader Xue. Clan Chief Bai is proficient in the Great Dao of Space, and the Asura Clan cannot stop him..." Before Chen Wenlong could finish speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The Asura Heavenly Dao rules remaining in his body were frantically devouring his last bit of life force.

Su Mingyun dared not delay for a moment, and immediately took out his own life-saving King-grade Holy Pill and fed it into Chen Wenlong's mouth, then put it into an ancient holy painting that nurtured life.

Turning to look at the battlefield, more than half of the thirty-odd Great Saints from the Primordial Realm had already perished in battle. More than a dozen Great Saints at the Immortal Realm and Hundred Shackles Realm had returned to the world, their bodies never to be found. The battle was extremely fierce.

Knowing there was no longer any room for stalemate, Su Mingyun raised his hand and took out the Confucian and Taoist treasure, the Golden Stone Record, and poured all his remaining holy power into it.

In an instant, the Record of Metal and Stone shone with dazzling light, its pages flipped automatically, and countless phantom images of ancient artifacts flew out of the book. Bells, tripods, swords, spears, zithers, chess pieces, calligraphy, and paintings, densely packed together, formed a vast ocean of ancient artifacts that instantly swept across the battlefield, holding back the Asura Clan's Great Saints.

Immediately afterwards, he took out an ancient treasure from the Book Sect, the "Flying Goose Treading Snow Scroll". The ancient scroll transformed into a thousand-mile flying carpet, collecting all the remaining Great Saints of the Primordial World. He then turned around and was about to tear through space to escape.

"Trying to leave? Leave your life behind!"

Chuckja's injuries had eased slightly, but seeing this, he was enraged. He unleashed the full power of the Avici Demon Blade, a crimson full moon blade aura traversing the starry sky, shattering the myriad ancient artifact phantoms conjured by the Golden Stone Record in a single strike. Then came another strike, a hellish blade aura traversing space, chasing after the Flying Goose Treading Snow Scroll, intending to devour Su Mingyun and the others as well.

The other Great Saints of the Asura Clan also made their moves, and the power of various holy arts and artifacts converged into a world-destroying light, like an inverted Milky Way, pouring down on Su Mingyun and his group.

"Fellow Daoists, lend me a hand!" Su Mingyun shouted in a deep voice, recalling and opening the Golden Stone Record, but his holy power had long been exhausted and he could not activate the core of the treasure.

The surviving cultivators of the Primordial World did not hesitate and poured their own holy power into the Golden Stone Record.

With the infusion of everyone's holy power, the most crucial page of the Golden Stone Record suddenly turned, revealing a magnificent and unadorned ancient cauldron slowly emerging from the pages.

The cauldron was engraved with various profound runes, exuding an unparalleled power that suppressed all heavens and made all paths submit. With just a phantom image, it directly annihilated the attacks of all the Asuras, and even space itself was frozen for a moment.

"Impossible! What... what treasure is this? Could it be the legendary Nine Cauldrons, a supreme treasure?" Chakja's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock. His attack, combining the full power of all the Great Sages, would have severely injured even a false god, yet it was so easily neutralized, causing a storm of shock in his heart.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Su Mingyun activated the Flying Goose Treading Snow Scroll, tearing apart the void of space, and led everyone into a streak of light, disappearing completely into the depths of the starry sky.

Standing there, Chakga looked at the empty universe and was furious. He quickly led the great saints of the Asura clan to catch up. This time, the encounter was so rushed that they did not set up a great formation, which allowed Su Mingyun and the others to take advantage of the situation.

The moment the phantom of the Nine Cauldrons appeared, the ancient and noble aura originating from the primordial chaos instantly alarmed the gods of Heaven and Hell.

In the Heavenly Court's main camp in the starry sky, Shang Zu's divine eyes pierced through the endless void. Gazing at the illusory cauldron shadow in the Golden Stone Record, a hint of understanding flashed in his turbid eyes. Then he closed his eyes to rest and paid no more attention.

Meanwhile, the powerful beings of the Heavenly Realm, such as Yu Dongxuan, displayed various expressions. Some were curious, some were wary, and most had greed surging in their eyes.

"Such an ancient aura, such profound and lofty Daoist charm, it must be the legendary Nine Cauldrons! I never imagined that Lord Qiuhe had actually seen one of the Nine Cauldrons in person and even imprinted it in the Record of Metal and Stone!" A Boundless Realm Palace Master of the Temple of Light in the Heavenly Realm exclaimed in surprise, his tone full of envy.

Another Palace Master of the Temple of Light, looking greedily at Venerable Mingde, said in a sinister tone, "The Nine Cauldrons must be hidden in the Kunlun Realm! Legend has it that the Immovable King of the Kunlun Realm once gathered all nine cauldrons. The Golden Stone Record was written by the Four Spirits God of the Kunlun Realm's Book Sect under the guidance of the Autumn River God. The Four Spirits God was also a disciple of the Third Confucian Ancestor. As one of the Twenty Heavens in the past, the Venerable was very likely to have passed the Nine Cauldrons to the Third Ancestor. Now... they are probably in Mingde's hands!" The Palace Master of the Temple of Light looked greedily at Mingde.

Upon hearing this, all the gods turned their gazes to Mingde. Everyone knew that Mingde had obtained an unparalleled opportunity in the Kunlun Realm, and his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. He had now broken through the Heavenly Perfection realm and become the eighth strongest in the universe in terms of spiritual power. The Nine Cauldrons might very well be in his hands. Mingde's combat power was already astonishing; if he were to wield the Nine Cauldrons, his combat strength would likely surpass that of the former Twenty Heavens.

Mingde remained calm and composed, his mind undisturbed, but he quietly released the spiritual pressure of the perfect and flawless Heaven.

In an instant, the gods of Heaven felt as if they were a small boat on a vast ocean, caught in an endless storm, about to capsize and be scattered at any moment. Overwhelmed by fear, they quickly suppressed their greedy gazes and fell silent.

They suddenly realized that Mingde was no longer someone they could easily manipulate. As someone with the strongest spiritual power and combat strength no less than the Undying Boundless, if he truly possessed the Nine Cauldrons, even Haotian might not be able to easily defeat him!

The Ancestor of the Shang Dynasty coughed lightly, effortlessly dispelling Mingde's oppressive aura. His gaze swept over the assembled gods, finally settling on the composed Mingde and the two standing beside him, Zhenyu and Xuandao, his expression shifting constantly. He slowly spoke: "The Nine Cauldrons are supreme treasures of heaven and earth, and since ancient times, they have been possessed by those of virtue. Divine Venerable Mingde has the qualifications and the strength to possess them."

With that one word, the gods of the Heavenly Realm dared not utter another word. Above the starry sky, undercurrents surged, and a storm surrounding the Nine Cauldrons had quietly begun.