The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 111 The Fall of the Palace Master 2

The void trembled, the remaining power of the spear light dissipated, and Yu Jingzhen was completely destroyed, not even a wisp of his soul remained.

Not far away, Baiyun Divine Ancestor, who had witnessed the whole thing, let out a long sigh of relief. All the pent-up frustration and anger in his heart were released, and he felt extremely gratified. He couldn't help but exclaim loudly, "Heaven has eyes, retribution has come! Good riddance!"

The Grand Elder of the Space Temple, Canghai, and his entourage of deities watched helplessly as their temple master, Yu Jingzhen, was killed with a single spear thrust, their minds shattering completely. With the divine array destroyed and their temple master dead, they lost all will to fight. Terrified, their souls nearly burst, they immediately tried to tear through the void and scatter in all directions to escape.

But the White Cloud God Ancestor was prepared and would not let these enemies escape.

Although his soul was injured and his body was weak, he was still a peak Great Freedom and Boundless Realm expert with profound foundation. In an instant, he expanded the Yama Realm, covering all directions and sealing off the entire airspace. Thousands of Yama Heavenly Dao Divine Chains descended, like a net locking down all escape routes, capturing all the spatial temple gods of the Canghai, suppressing and imprisoning them deep within the Yama Realm, unable to move.

Just as the battle was about to end, ripples slowly spread across the dark void, and a tall, proud figure stepped out—it was Ling Che.

He had long since shed his previous low-key, concealed persona, leaving no trace of disguise. His feet no longer rested on an ordinary divine throne, but rather on the twelfth-grade Black Lotus of Annihilation, a divine artifact he had crafted. The lotus petals were jet black and profound, swirling with the desolate Daoist aura of devouring all things. Every inch of the lotus pattern was engraved with the supreme order of the demonic path. The swirling demonic energy was neither wild nor agitated, yet it possessed an unparalleled ferocity capable of overturning galaxies and annihilating the heavens.

Ling Che replicated all three of the most powerful demonic treasures: the Black Lotus of Annihilation, the God-Slaying Spear, and the Human Emperor Banner.

Throughout his cultivation journey, his vision has surpassed that of his contemporaries. He has personally replicated and crafted countless rare and precious divine materials and various cosmic treasures that are renowned throughout the heavens and the ages. Moreover, each replicated treasure has tempered his crafting skills, and his crafting cultivation has also increased layer by layer.

The God-Slaying Spear was used for the first time just now, and it destroyed the spatial divine array and killed Yu Jingzhen with a single shot. The effect far exceeded expectations and did not disappoint the effort he put into creating it with countless resources and divine materials.

Ling Che raised his hand and made a grasping motion, the dark spear light pierced through the air and returned, the God-Slaying Spear landed steadily in his palm.

After absorbing Yu Jingzhen's vast divine soul essence and boundless divine blood essence, fine and deep dark red divine patterns lit up one after another on the spear, crisscrossing and intertwining. The originally lifeless and cold killing weapon was now trembling slightly and humming incessantly, exuding a satisfied spirituality. The killing treasure, which had drunk its fill of divine soul essence, had greatly increased its Dao charm and its ferocious power was even greater than before.

Ling Che's gaze swept indifferently over the remaining fragments of light in the void. These were the remnants of Yu Jingzhen's vanished divine body. With a wave of his hand, he sealed them all into his own divine world, which could be used as excellent resources for refining great formations and polishing supreme treasures in the future.

Seeing this, the White Cloud God Ancestor felt even more awe and hurriedly stepped forward to bow and flatter him, his tone extremely respectful: "The Ferocious God Venerable is truly unparalleled! He is indeed a peerless hero who is hard to find even in ten eons in our Hell Realm! In terms of combat power, wisdom, and methods, he far surpasses the former Ferocious God Venerable. Having a God Venerable in charge of Hell is truly a great blessing for our Hell Realm!"

The compliments were extremely sincere, every word coming from the bottom of their hearts.

But Ling Che's expression remained calm and unwavering, his deep eyes as still as a deep well, and no one knew what he was thinking.

At this moment, a murderous intent surged within him, and his thoughts raced: Yu Jingzhen was dead, and the White Cloud God Ancestor before him was severely injured and his combat power had plummeted. Should he take care of him as well?

The God-Slaying Spear in the palm of the hand seemed to possess a spirit, keenly sensing the murderous intent in its master's heart. The spear suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a series of sharp gunshots, and the destructive killing intent quietly leaked out, causing the temperature of the surrounding void to drop sharply and everything to freeze.

Baiyun Shenzu, a seasoned warrior with a keen mind, instantly sensed the deadly chill that was rushing towards him. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, his heart was chilled, his whole body tensed up, and his will to survive was instantly ignited.

He knew all too well that this newly ascended fierce and malevolent deity was unpredictable, ruthless, and definitely not a benevolent person.

The four races of Hell, in alliance with the Dark Temple, launched a surprise attack on the ancient civilization's defenses without informing the enemy, which was tantamount to humiliating them and causing them to harbor resentment. Now, severely injured, weak, and isolated, if the enemy were to become murderous, silencing him would be an easy task.

In a flash, the White Cloud Ancestor quickly composed himself, becoming even more respectful, and urgently said, "Your Majesty, Yu Jingzhen has been executed, and our great enemy has been eliminated! I cannot linger any longer and must immediately lead the clan's men back to the Yama's headquarters, lest the clan's elders and patriarchs worry and fret!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, sending out all the deities of the Space Temple suppressed in the Yama Realm. He respectfully presented them to Ling Che, continuing humbly, "Your Excellency's merit in slaying the Lord of the Heavenly Court's Space Temple is immense; you are the greatest hero of this great war in Hell! These prisoners of the Space Temple should be disposed of by Your Excellency. I take my leave now, daring not to disturb you further!"

These words were perfectly worded, offering spoils as a gesture of goodwill while also invoking the Supreme Elder of the Yama Clan as a buffer, subtly showing weakness and dispelling Ling Che's murderous intent.

A cold smile flashed across Ling Che's eyes.

This old fox is quite shrewd; he uses Yama, the Supreme Lord of Hell, and Yama Renhuan in every sentence to intimidate people. He clearly sees through my murderous intent and is afraid of being easily killed by me.

He weighed the pros and cons in his mind and did not act rashly.

Now he is completely exposed to the White Cloud Divine Ancestor's sight. If he cannot kill the White Cloud Divine Ancestor in one move, there will inevitably be complications. Although the White Cloud Divine Ancestor is seriously injured, he is still at the peak of the Great Freedom Limitless Realm. His desperate counterattack will surely backfire. More importantly, several top spiritual power experts, including Yama Supreme, are currently watching the battle from a high place on the battlefield, at a very close distance.

If another major war breaks out, there is a very high probability that these flawless celestial beings will detect it, disrupting the entire plan.

The most important thing right now is not to kill and wreak havoc for a while, but to complete the established goal: to kill Murong Huan, the master of the Temple of Time, and Yan Mingjun, the master of the Temple of Merit, so that his other clones can take over.

Having made up his mind, Ling Che suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. His originally cold and ruthless aura instantly relaxed, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his expressionless face. His tone was calm: "Since the White Cloud God Ancestor is so eager to return, I will not linger any longer. After returning, please give my regards to the Supreme One."

Upon hearing this, the White Cloud God Ancestor felt as if he had been granted a pardon, a huge weight lifted from his heart, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He dared not linger for a moment longer, knowing full well that Ling Che was ruthless and unpredictable. Even with his gentle smile, Ling Che still made him feel as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss, his heart pounding with fear. Rumor had it that Ling Che possessed the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, which alone could withstand the powerful Kui Liang Emperor, a supreme being with ninety-two levels of spiritual strength. If Ling Che truly insisted on making a move, he would surely die today, following in the footsteps of Yu Jingzhen!

Not daring to delay even for a moment, the White Cloud God Ancestor hurriedly bowed and took his remaining Yama Gods with him. He transformed into a dark stream of light and disappeared into the depths of the void without looking back, quickly departing.

He urgently needed to reunite with the main force of the Yama clan. The current battle was fraught with unpredictable changes and dangers, and only by sticking together could he save his life.

Ling Che watched as the figure completely disappeared, the smile in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by a cold indifference.

With the trivial matters settled, it's time to reap the real rewards.

Holding the God-Slaying Spear in his hand and standing on the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, he moved swiftly, tearing through billions of voids, following the trajectory of his aura, and rushed straight towards the battlefield where Murong Huan was located.

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Meanwhile, in a hidden realm adjacent to the Hell Realm within the Boundless Divine Sea.

Deep within layers of spatial and temporal restrictions, the seventy-two-petaled lotus sat quietly, its body radiating Daoist energy that enveloped all directions.

Suddenly, her mind was shaken, the Dao seal between her brows throbbed violently, and a familiar aura completely dissipated into the heavens.

"Yu Jingzhen is dead?"

The seventy-two-petaled lotus suddenly opened its eyes, its gaze filled with disbelief and astonishment, its expression changing drastically.

Yu Jingzhen, as the master of the Space Temple, was a top expert whose spiritual power reached the peak of the 89th level. She was also one of the core pawns in her schemes to control the Heavenly Court. She had been hiding for many years and was of great use, but she quietly perished in this great battle of the ancient civilization's defense line.

This sudden turn of events completely disrupted all her plans.

In a panic, she immediately activated a communication technique, traversing endless star fields to contact Thunder Punishment Celestial Venerable.

Besides being the Palace Master of the Heavenly Court, Yu Jingzhen is also the offspring of the Thunder Punishment Heavenly Venerable and the Mother of Weak Water. Her son's tragic death on the battlefield is something the Thunder Punishment Heavenly Venerable cannot ignore. She urgently needs to know the Thunder Punishment's movements to stabilize the situation with its power.

However, all the secret messages sent out disappeared without a trace, receiving no response whatsoever.

The secret realm was deathly silent, with only the river of time flowing slowly by.

The seventy-two-petaled lotus grew increasingly solemn, a sense of foreboding rising in its heart.

She instantly thought of the mysterious young deity from the Kunlun Realm who had once been hunted down by her but later crossed over to hunt her down in another realm. Her expression shifted between light and dark, and her mind was in turmoil.

An extremely terrifying guess took shape in her mind: Thunder Punishment Celestial Venerable had probably already perished at the hands of that freak from the Kunlun Realm!

Upon realizing this, even the seventy-two-petaled lotus, who was the daughter of the progenitor and had seen countless storms in the heavens, could not help but feel fear.

That young deity's growth rate has already surpassed the norms of the heavens, making him arguably the greatest prodigy of all time. Cultivation, warfare, scheming, and escape—all have reached their pinnacle. If such a terrifying genius continues to rise, no one in the heavens will be able to restrain him in the future!

……

No one knows, deep within the desolate edge of the vast universe, in a barren asteroid belt.

A simple, rustic thatched hut floats quietly in the desolate star field, isolated from the world and far from the flames of war.

Inside the thatched hut, a young man in white sat quietly, his temperament gentle and otherworldly; he was none other than Ling Che himself.

His mind was clear and discerning; he had already intercepted and understood all the messages from the seventy-two lotuses. It seemed as if he could see the panicked and frightened appearance of the ancestor's daughter from afar. A faint smile appeared on Ling Che's lips.

"They're getting impatient."

He murmured to himself, his eyes clear and insightful.

The Seventy-Two Lotus is of esteemed seniority, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it is the ancestor of everyone in the Kunlun Realm. Its status is extremely special. Even with the Immovable King still alive, he couldn't directly kill it.

Since that's the case, let the clones deal with the mess of the seventy-two lotuses. It's best to let Haotian and the Zhang family deal with it themselves. Let the Zhang family handle their embarrassing affairs themselves, since they received help from the Venerable Monk Sumeru.

Without dwelling on the Seventy-Two Lotuses, Ling Che's mind sank into his own divine realm, his gaze falling upon a dilapidated corpse.

That was the corpse of Thunder Punishment Heavenly Venerable, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances, his lingering soul still filled with resentment and bitterness.

Ling Che looked disdainful and shook his head slightly.

The Seventy-Two Lotus has a progenitor father and a half-heavenly ancestor mother. What does your Thunder Punishment have? You dare to chase after me, you little nobody? You're just asking for death. Do you think you're the number one in all the heavens just because you were once a Heavenly Venerable?

Just as he bent down to ponder how to refine and process the divine essence of the Thunder Punishment Heavenly Venerable, turning it all into resources for his own cultivation.

From the outer void, several terrifying auras suddenly emanated, traversing the starry sky and locking onto all directions, their overwhelming pressure sweeping across the entire asteroid belt.

Ling Che gave a helpless bitter smile, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes: "These people really have no end in sight."

"I am but a mere Celestial Venerable, is it worth such a grand mobilization?"

Because of his rapid increase in cultivation, he has offended countless powerful figures and forces in order to acquire resources. Now he fights almost every day and is constantly on the run, which he has long been used to.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Che lightly tapped the void with his fingertips.

"Buzz!"

A portal of light spanning the void opened instantly, its inner Daoist essence profound, connecting to an unknown distant realm.

He took one last look at the simple thatched hut that had been his home for so long, then gently placed a black and white bead, shimmering with the essence of light and darkness, into the center of the hut.

Having done everything, he flashed into the portal and calmly disappeared into the star field, leaving no trace of his presence.

Moments later, several powerful figures broke through the air and descended upon the asteroid belt.

The leader was a human boy with unparalleled handsome features, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a lively temperament, yet he possessed an overwhelming majesty and unfathomable cultivation.

The crowd looked around, but the void was empty. Ling Che's aura had completely dissipated, leaving no trace.

Seeing this, the handsome young man frowned in anger and shouted, "That kid got away again! What kind of escape talent does he have? He's like an eel! He's so slippery that even a Primordial-level expert might not be able to escape at his speed!"

After several failed attempts to kill him, the boy was filled with rage and looked at the empty, dilapidated thatched hut in front of him with increasing disgust.

"What use is this mere dilapidated hut?"

He raised his hand and unleashed an immense surge of power, intending to flatten the thatched hut and vent his rage.

But just as the power of annihilation touched the thatched hut, the black and white orbs floating in the hut suddenly exploded!

"Boom!"

Billions of black and white divine lights shot into the sky, tearing apart the star field, and a Taiji Yin-Yang Dao diagram covering billions of miles of starry sky slowly unfolded.

The primordial forces of ultimate light and ultimate darkness intertwine and rotate within the Dao diagram, mutually generating and restraining each other, evolving into the supreme power that brings all things back to nothingness and the heavens to annihilation.

The terrifying primordial annihilation Dao aura instantly swept across the entire asteroid belt, enveloping all pursuers and sealing off the airspace, leaving them nowhere to escape!

The handsome young man's expression changed drastically as he instantly sensed the terrifying power of this follow-up move. His pupils contracted, and he cried out in alarm, "Oh no! We've fallen for their trap again!"

He dared not hold back even a fraction of his strength, unleashing the power of his entire Dao Source, using all his life's cultivation to resist this divine power, and couldn't help but curse loudly, insulting Ling Che from head to toe.

But it was all in vain.

The intertwined light and darkness of the annihilating divine radiance pressed down layer by layer, engulfing the entire star field and completely enveloping the pursuers, subjecting them to the backlash of endless light and darkness primal forces.

At this moment, Ling Che, who had already escaped into the distant void, sensed the earth-shattering commotion that erupted in the star field behind him. Hearing the faint sound of angry curses, a joyful smile appeared on his lips.

"As expected, the Underworld Ancestor's subordinates are all extremely interesting and diverse individuals."

"This Yin-Yang Black and White Pearl, which integrates the principles of light and darkness, has been meticulously crafted over many years. Today, I'll give you a proper demonstration, enough to give you a good taste of its power."

He chuckled lightly, but his escape never stopped.

He has made countless enemies throughout the heavens, and the pursuit has never ceased. Fleeing and fighting have long been the norm on his path of cultivation.

But he had a clear path and ultimate goal in his heart.

"Once all four avatars break through to the Undying level, the main body can then step into the realm of Half Ancestor."

"At that time, all the heroes of the heavens will no longer be able to recklessly hunt me down or act arrogantly!"

Ling Che's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his ambition and sharpness completely concealed. His figure completely merged into the void and disappeared into the vast starry sky, leaving behind only a cataclysmic calamity of light and darkness that swept across billions of miles of star fields and ravaged the edge of the universe.