The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 27 The Yin-Yang Boundary

At the edge of the Yin-Yang boundary in the Western universe, a spatial wormhole violently trembled, and the surrounding nebulae twisted like silk.

A divine warship, its entire body inscribed with divine runes and arrays, emanating a subtle divine power, burst forth from the hole, enveloped in chaotic light. On the high platform at the bow, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his face gaunt, with five elements markings subtly appearing between his brows. This was the identity currently being used by Ling Che's Dao body: the True Universe Divine Lord of the Five Elements Temple.

This body was a disguise that the Dragon Lord personally obtained for Ling Che from the Five Elements Temple. Ten thousand years ago, there happened to be a supreme god named Zhen Yu in the Five Elements Temple. He perished and disappeared into cosmic dust when he was undergoing the calamity of the Fourth Dimension. Now, this identity has become the best mask for Ling Che to walk in the Heavenly Court.

"The universe beyond this boundary is indeed as described in ancient texts: vast and boundless, with stars as numerous as millet grains!"

A sigh of admiration came from the ship's side. The speaker, dressed in a dark yellow dragon robe, possessed a solemn and composed demeanor. He was none other than Emperor Xuan of the Great Han Empire, one of the three great empires of the northern region of Kunlun. He leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance, his eyes filled with awe.

Beside her, Madam Xu, dressed in a phoenix dress, quietly stepped forward, gently grasping her husband's hand with her soft hand. Her voice was gentle yet firm: "My lord is a man of great talent and ambition. This time, as we enter the mortal world, our Great Han will surely gain a foothold in the Heavenly Court and expand our territory."

Emperor Xuan turned around, looked at the trust in his wife's eyes, and couldn't help but smile, pulling her into his arms.

"Oh dear! Your Majesty, you're showing off your love like this right after leaving the wormhole. Aren't you treating us single men like dirt?"

A mocking voice rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw Yuchi Jingde, the Duke of E of the Great Tang Empire, stroking his beard with a look of "jealousy." Behind him, a group of Kunlun Great Sages echoed his laughter, which resounded throughout the divine ship.

Summoned by the Demon Emperor, they ventured into the starry sky to establish their merits in the Battlefield of Merit Across the Myriad Realms. Ling Che had previously issued a strict order that no one below the Great Saint Realm was allowed to leave the realm. Therefore, everyone came alone, except for Empress Xu, the wife of Emperor Xuan, whose cultivation had reached the Immortal Realm, who was allowed to accompany them.

Emperor Xuan laughed loudly and raised his arms, saying, "Gentlemen, do not be impatient! Once we have established ourselves in the Heavenly Court, we will humbly request Your Majesty the Demon Emperor to bring all your relatives here to share in the prosperity of this universe!"

Before the laughter subsided, a soft laugh came from the high platform: "You all seem to be in high spirits, and have adapted to the journey through the stars very quickly."

Upon hearing this, everyone composed themselves, turned around, bowed respectfully towards the platform, and said in a humble tone, "Greetings, Dao Emperor Zhenyu!"

Ling Che stepped down from the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He knew that these people were all overlords in the Kunlun Realm, wielding the power of life and death over billions of lives. Now, they were going to the Heavenly Court Realm, not only having to give up their former honors, but also having to risk their lives on the Starfield battlefield. Such a change would take anyone time to adjust to.

"Senior Brother Zhenyu," a young voice rang out from the crowd, it was Zhenyuan, the Great Sage of the Taiji Dao. Of the seven Great Sages of the Taiji Dao in this era, six were of the same generation, but Zhenyuan was the youngest, having only recently broken through the Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life Realm. Ling Che, currently known as Zhenyu, was the fifth-ranked Zhenyu of the Taiji Dao, and thus Zhenyuan's senior brother. "What kind of place is the Primordial World we are about to enter?"

Ling Che stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power: "The Primordial World is a newly formed great world that I, the Demon Emperor, and the Xuandao Buddha Emperor discovered together. Although this world is immature, it has boundless potential and has already been taken into my possession. Now, Emperor Ming and Senior Brother Zhenqing have already gone ahead to make arrangements. I have already placed the Primordial World under the command of the Heavenly Court Realm's Mingde Divine Venerable, and its residence is located in the Western Universe's Posuo Heaven Domain."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharp as a sword: "But you all must remember, once you join the Heavenly Court's camp, you must participate in the War of Merit Across the Myriad Realms—this is the reason I brought you out of the realm. With you in charge, the Primordial Realm can quickly rise to become a powerful realm. At that time, using the Primordial Realm as a springboard, we can seize resources from the universe to support the Kunlun Realm. With the Kunlun Realm's profound foundation, the prosperity of the Primordial Realm is just around the corner!"

The Great Sage of True Origin chimed in, "Senior Brother has been in seclusion for three hundred years and has now become a god, no less than the Demon Emperor. I imagine that Senior Brother and the Demon Emperor have made thorough arrangements. With Senior Brother, the Demon Emperor, and the Mysterious Path Buddha Emperor, all three True Gods, we are not afraid of being bullied even if we go to the Heavenly Court. We all hope to make a name for ourselves in the Heavenly Court."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the Great Sages blazed with fervent light. To establish a sect, build a nation, and develop a new enterprise in a newly born world—what an magnificent undertaking this was! Even if the road ahead was fraught with danger, it could not dampen the heroic spirit in their hearts.

The divine ship tore through the void, its speed soaring to its limit, with stars streaking past like streaks of fire. Gazing at the vast, boundless galaxy, everyone on board knew in their hearts—a new journey was already imminent.

Meanwhile, in the Yin-Yang Realm not far from the divine ship, several Great Sage figures, sensing the powerful spatial fluctuations, were rushing towards a temple in a panic.

"Lord Kijin! Something terrible has happened!"

Inside the temple, the Divine General lazily rose from his bed. Beside the bed lay the already cold corpses of a dozen young girls, barely out of their teens. With a casual wave of his hand, he stored the bodies in his spatial ring, clicking his tongue in admiration: "The female cultivators of the Cloud Clan in the Floating Cloud Realm are indeed quite a treat. It's a pity that the Flying Cloud God's consort and daughters are too few; I didn't get a share... The Great God's wife and daughters must taste even better."

When the Great Sage Luo Ping, who came to deliver the message, saw this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He didn't even dare to breathe.

The Floating Cloud Realm was originally a powerful realm in the Western Universe, and one of the great worlds under the jurisdiction of the Kunlun Realm. At its peak, it was ruled by two great gods. However, during the ancient war of the gods, the Thundercloud God perished, and the Flying Cloud God was also severely injured. The Yin-Yang Realm's Lord, the Colorful-Clad God, had an old grudge against the Flying Cloud God. Taking advantage of the power of the Heavenly Realm, he launched an attack, harming the Floating Cloud Realm's mortal powerhouses and demoting them to the bottom of the Myriad Realms Merit Ranking. In the end, he pushed the Floating Cloud Realm onto the battlefield to be slaughtered. Not long ago, the Flying Cloud God was besieged and killed by the great gods of the Hell Realm during the war of the gods, and the Floating Cloud Realm completely fell.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Yin-Yang Realm plundered female cultivators of the Cloud Clan. The goddess consort of the Flying Cloud God was even captured by the God of Colorful Clothes and drained of her life force until she died. This tragic end left many great worlds in the Western Universe furious but unable to speak out. Many forces that had originally resisted the Heavenly Realm either submitted to the Heavenly Realm or fled to other places, seeking refuge in the other three universes.

Luo Ping was originally a cultivator from a life-bearing star that the Yin-Yang Realm had forcibly seized. He had cultivated diligently all the way to the Great Saint Realm, which was no easy feat. In his daily life, he was cautious and careful, afraid of offending this cruel and tyrannical Divine General.

"Luo Ping, you said someone broke through the spatial wormhole and appeared in the outer region of the Maiden Star?" The God of the Primordial God let the maid put on his divine armor, his tone nonchalant.

Luo Ping quickly bowed and cautiously replied, "Reporting to your Excellency! This subordinate, along with several Great Saints from the Star Maiden, sensed strong spatial fluctuations. The other party did not conceal their aura, and their power was extremely overwhelming. This subordinate fears that a True God from another realm is passing by, hence this report!"

The Spirit God curled his lips into an arrogant smile and sneered, "What's there to be afraid of! I, the Yin-Yang Realm Lord, the Colorful-Clad God, am a Great God-level powerhouse! In this Western Universe, which True God doesn't give me some face? Come, follow me and let's take a look!"

He strode out, his tone ruthless: "If they are true gods, then so be it. But if they are merely some arrogant Great Sages who dare to trespass into the heart of my Yin-Yang Realm—I will make them pay the price!"

Luo Ping dared not delay and quickly led the way, speeding towards the star field where the wormhole was located.

The Fairy Star is the most important life star under the Yin-Yang Realm, with a true god presiding over it year-round, making it a vital protective barrier in the heart of the Yin-Yang Realm.

Ling Che's destination was Riyao Star, a sixth-level life-bearing planet under the jurisdiction of the Tianquan Great World, which had a teleportation array that led directly to the Posuo Heaven Domain of the Heavenly Court Realm. He originally intended to show the Great Saints of the Kunlun Realm the vastness of the universe, but he never expected to encounter trouble here.

In the void of the universe, the Divine General suddenly manifested a divine body ten thousand feet tall, his three black steel forks gleaming coldly, divine flames surging around him, like a demon god blocking the way of the divine ship, his voice like thunder: "Attention, warships ahead! You have trespassed into the territory of my Yin-Yang Realm! Stop immediately and submit to inspection!"

When he came to investigate with Luo Ping earlier, he had already scanned the divine ship with his divine sense, but he did not sense the slightest aura of a true god. Since that was the case, he had no more concerns.

On the ship's hull, the Fire Clan's Queen of Ten Thousand Flames stepped forward. Clad in a crimson-gold battle robe, her beauty was unparalleled, and her regal bearing was overwhelming. She produced a banner embroidered with the totem of the Primordial Realm, along with a divine jade token bearing the aura of a Daoist master, and loudly proclaimed, "We are cultivators from the Primordial Realm, sent by the True Universe Divine Lord to return from our training at Seastone Star Dock and to the Vaisravana Star Region. We humbly request that the Divine General grant us passage!"

The gaze of the Divine General was instantly captivated by the peerless beauty of the Queen of Ten Thousand Flames. Then, it swept over the other female cultivators on the ship—dozens of Great Saint female cultivators above the Immortal Realm, each with graceful bearing and stunning beauty. Even the legendary heads of the Twelve Goddess Workshops were probably no more beautiful than them!

A burning flame of greed instantly ignited in his heart.

He let out a cold laugh, pointing his steel fork directly at the divine ship, and shouted sharply, "The Primordial Realm? I've never heard of it! True Universe God is a great deity of the Five Elements Observation, who has been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years, seeking to overcome the tribulation of the Fourth Dimension. How could he possibly take you to some Sea Stone Star Dock?"

His tone suddenly turned sharp, full of accusation: "You dare to impersonate the True Universe God Lord! You are clearly spies sent by the Hell Realm!"

In the eyes of the Divine General, these female cultivators were all exceptionally beautiful. If he captured them and offered them to the Goddess of Colorful Robes, he would surely reap enormous benefits, and they might even help him overcome the Yuanhui Tribulation. As for the Five Elements Temple's pursuit of accountability? This was the heart of the Yin-Yang Realm. As long as he wiped these people out completely afterward, even if the true gods of the Five Elements Temple came, they wouldn't be able to find a single clue!

With this thought in mind, he didn't hesitate any longer and thrust out the steel fork in his hand!

In an instant, a dark, demonic wind swept out, carrying the mournful howls of countless dead souls, and fiercely rushed towards the divine ship. Wherever it passed, even the void wailed and shattered.

However, the seemingly devastating attack, upon landing on the divine ship's protective shield, vanished silently like a wisp of smoke.

The greedy smile on the spirit's face froze instantly, a chill running down his spine to the top of his head. He dared not linger for even a moment, immediately igniting his divine body and turning to flee, not daring to look back!

"How dare a mere false god be so arrogant and domineering?"

On the high platform, Ling Che slowly opened his eyes, a disdainful smile curving his lips. His voice was calm, yet it resounded throughout the void: "It seems I must make a trip to the Yin-Yang Realm and ask that Colorful-Clad God how he disciplines his subordinates."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand.

In an instant, the entire universe trembled violently, and a phantom hand covering nearly a million miles appeared out of thin air. Yin and Yang energies circulated endlessly in the palm, carrying a magnificent divine power, traversing endless space, and fiercely grabbing towards the direction where the Divine General was fleeing!

"The Realm of Ten Thousand Souls!"

The spirit god, his soul trembling with fear, mustered his last ounce of divine power. His spiritual energy surged wildly between his brows, coalescing into a netherworld constructed from billions of dead souls, which he hurled fiercely at the illusory hand—this was his desperate attack! His spiritual power had reached the seventy-second level!

"Oh? Seventy-second level of spiritual power, and even the Heaven-Mending Realm divine abilities. I underestimated you."

Ling Che smiled calmly and flicked his fingertips lightly.

Suddenly, a blinding divine light erupted from that illusory giant hand. The desperate divine power of the Primal God General was utterly powerless before this absolute force, shattering instantly. With a slight clench of the giant hand, it grabbed the fleeing Primal God General like an eagle snatching a chick, and ruthlessly pulled him back onto the deck of the divine ship.

Ling Che stepped forward and pointed with his finger.

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound, Ling Che remotely extracted the divine source and divine heart from the body of the Primordial God, transforming them into two streams of light that landed in his hands. Meanwhile, the Great Saints of the Yin-Yang Realm who had followed the Primordial God were already terrified and had vanished without a trace. Ling Che didn't even glance at them.

On the deck of the divine ship, the Spirit God, stripped of his divine source and heart, collapsed to the ground like a spineless rag doll. Staring at Ling Che's figure, his eyes were filled with utter terror. He repeatedly kowtowed, begging for mercy, his forehead a bloody mess: "Divine Lord, spare my life! This humble god was unaware of your presence and has committed many offenses. I deserve to die! Please, Divine Lord, for the sake of my Realm Lord, the Colorful-Clad God, spare my dog's life!"

"The face of the God of Colorful Clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Che laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his laughter filled with disdain and mockery: "A mere colorful-robed god dares to talk about face in front of me? It seems that I have been silent for too long, and the ants of this world have already forgotten my supernatural powers."

He flicked his finger again, and a golden shackle formed from the true fire of the sun instantly bound the Divine General, locking him tightly and rendering him unable to move.

"True Source," Ling Che ordered without turning his head.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother!" Great Sage Zhenyuan immediately stepped forward, patting his chest to assure him. His gaze towards the Divine General was full of mockery, and a long whip crackling with lightning appeared in his hand. "This bastard is mine! I'll make sure he wishes he were dead!"

As he spoke, he looked at the limp Divine General on the ground with a sly smile, his tone chilling: "Old man, behave yourself! Otherwise, when this God-Slaying Whip falls on you, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"