The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 18: Life and Death

"Chi Yao, I regard you as my beloved, why do you want to kill me?"

Zhang Ruochen roared, woke up from the nightmare, and subconsciously reached for his heart.

Although the ribs were so thin that they hurt my hands, my heart was still beating steadily.

After spending a while, Zhang Ruochen finally figured out his situation.

He died, died by Chi Yao's sword.

He was reborn, reborn in a frail body somewhere unknown.

Outside, heavy snow fell and the wind was biting cold. Zhang Ruochen struggled to get up and walked to the window, holding onto the foot of the bed.

His sick eyes looked at the white and frosty world outside the house, which was covered in silver and looked bleak.

In a trance, he saw a vague and familiar figure disappearing in the white snow.

"teacher……"

Zhang Ruochen struggled to reach out his hand, but the figure had already disappeared without a trace.

Was it an illusion? Zhang Ruochen shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He was no longer the Shengming Crown Prince. The most urgent thing was to understand his own situation.

Witness the second rebirth of the Lord of Heaven and receive a [Seal of the Ancestral Dao].

A familiar message came to my mind.

The seal of the ancestor?

What is this?
Chen Ping was a little puzzled, but the Source of All Daos did not provide any more information.

He can only figure it out on his own.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen had successfully been reborn, Chen Ping had no intention of intervening immediately. He had to find his own way.

Although the growth paths planned by Xumi, Chi Yao, Ming Emperor, Qing Emperor and others were a bit unethical, if one wanted to achieve the first rank and forge the sharpest sword, one could not do without the fiercest fire and the coldest water.

Chen Ping looked up at the sky. In a dimension invisible to ordinary people, ripples of time had already begun to appear.

The Buddha's light shrouding the Kunlun Realm had also undergone imperceptible changes when it saw its former master again.

His ancestor's divine eyes could see through reality and nothingness, and he caught a glimpse of a solitary figure walking towards the future on the vast river.

The long river flows, stretching from the beginning of time, but further ahead, it is a dead end.

The endless black abyss cuts off the long river of time, turning the river into a waterfall, flowing into the unknown.

Even though the Xumi Saint Monk has always been known as the "Future Buddha", he is helpless in the face of this black abyss that separates the present and the future. From today on, there will be no more Future Buddha in the world.

The holy monk Xumi looked back and seemed to be able to see the upper reaches of the river a hundred thousand years ago. There, there was a ray of Buddha's light and a temple, going upstream to fight for that bit of destiny.

"What needs to be done has been done. What the future holds is beyond my ability to predict."

Helplessness was revealed on the wrinkled face of the Xumi Saint Monk, but deep within that helplessness was a hint of relief.

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty." This ambition was never realized in his entire life.

Looking back on the road I have come, I was full of vigor and vitality in my youth, my beauty was like a dream, I was the son of the Lord of Heaven, the biological son of the ancestor, what a gifted sun I was.

Later, he failed in the worldly life and became a monk, and was respected as a "holy monk" by the world.

Later, when disaster struck Kunlun and the sky collapsed, he was the only one left. He gave up his flesh and blood and tried to repair the hole in the sky!

For those who died a hundred thousand years ago, it is enough to be able to follow the river of time and see the scene a hundred thousand years later.

"There is no way forward, please turn back here," the holy monk Xumi chanted the Buddha's name softly, but his heart could not reach the state of "there is nothing at all".

"There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. There is nothing originally, so where can dust gather? Why is the heart of the dignified Buddha filled with regret? Xumi, this is not the holy monk in my memory who vowed not to become a Buddha until hell is empty, the unrivaled controller of time and space." A sudden voice sounded in the river of time. The holy monk Xumi looked in the direction of the voice, with surprise in his eyes. With his attainments in the way of time, how could it be so easy for others to discover the divine consciousness that he exhausted all his divine power to send to the future at the moment of his death.

He had many interactions with Heavenly Lords like Wen Tianjun, the Island Master, and even Semi-Ancestors like Nishen Tianzun, but even they could not find him so accurately in the long river of time.

After searching through his memories, he only found that towering figure in the depths of his mind, standing tall in the chaos, suppressing the outside world.

Only that great figure, with the supreme supernatural power of the ancestor, could accomplish what is happening right now.

But the person before him was clearly an old friend from a hundred thousand years ago. Although he was gifted and even more talented than most, he should still be a long way from that person's realm. How could it be...

"There are no holy monks in this world. I am just a sinner burdened with countless love and hatred. But the Divine Lord is so well hidden that I am surprised."

Chen Ping looked at the old man in monk's robe in front of him. Judging from his appearance, it was hard to associate him with the legendary time and space controller who suppressed all the heroes of his generation and made the two ancient temples of time and space unable to raise their heads with his own strength.

It was this old fellow who made the aspiration of "not becoming a Buddha until hell is empty". Although he was a Buddhist, he had a chivalrous heart and stirred up trouble everywhere, causing countless monks to be willing to die in order to repay his kindness one hundred thousand years ago. Even today, one hundred thousand years later, there are still countless people in the world who have benefited from his kindness.

Even Chen Ping himself was able to achieve his current level of cultivation thanks to the gift from the person in front of him who died that year. A stream of "innate qi" was enough to save him from several years of cultivation.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping's eyes softened considerably. He chuckled and said, "It's just a way of keeping a low profile. The universe is as deep as the abyss. If we don't keep a low profile, who knows what accidents might happen. Isn't the Kunlun Realm the best example?"

Speaking of Kunlun, the eyes of the Xumi Saint Monk were inevitably dim. It was he who personally opened the sundial and created the golden age of cultivation where 'one day in heaven is one year in Kunlun', which made the Kunlun world stand at the top of the universe. However, under such a sharp edge, it also attracted endless murderous intentions. In the end, all the gods perished, and even he himself died. He could only make a backup plan and leave it to future generations.

If it had been more low-key, perhaps the Kunlun Realm would not have ended up in its current situation?
The holy monk Xumi couldn't help but ask himself this question, but then he thought about what the person in front of him had done in the past, and found that it had nothing to do with the word "low-key" at all, so he smiled bitterly.

I never thought that the state of mind that I had cultivated for millions of years could be broken through in just a few words. It was really strange.

"I am but a lingering regret, and now it is time for me to completely dissipate. It is a pleasant surprise that I have an old friend like the Divine Lord to see me off before I disappear into thin air."

"If the Divine Lord still remembers the old relationship between him and the Kunlun Realm, please take care of the Kunlun Realm today. I think with the Divine Lord's current level of cultivation, this is not difficult."

As the Xumi Saint Monk spoke, his body gradually faded away. The long river of time pushed his last remaining thought towards the abyss.

The black abyss was boundless, and even the ancestor Chen Ping had no way to deal with it.

This is the means by which the immortals have exerted all their strength, and it is caused by the most terrifying destructive force under the laws of heaven.

"Why do I need you to tell me what to do, old bald thief? Have you forgotten how you imprisoned me in the Wanfo Dao Cliff of Repentance for three thousand years three hundred thousand years ago?"

Chen Ping was filled with righteous indignation and said that the incident with Wanfo Dao was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life. Being suppressed for three thousand years was a complete disgrace to him.

Upon hearing this, the Xumi Saint Monk was startled. He seemed to have thought about it carefully and just remembered. His face suddenly looked strange. "The Divine Lord molested the female Buddhist cultivators in the past, breaking the rules of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dao. That's why I took action and asked the Divine Lord to stay temporarily at the Cliff of Repentance."

"I didn't expect that the Divine Lord would still remember this."

Chen Ping suppressed the embarrassment that was about to be revealed, and looked at the body of the Xumi Holy Monk who was gradually becoming illusory. For a moment, the evil desire to vent his anger also disappeared.

In fact, the Xumi Saint Monk can be considered his elder. Three hundred thousand years ago, the old Lord of the Hall of Truth ignored his advice and insisted on following the God of Rebellion to conquer the Void Sea, and eventually he never returned.

Without the old palace master as his biggest supporter, given Chen Ping's situation at the time, who knows how many enemies would come to him.

The holy monk Xumi suppressed him on the Cliff of Reflection in Wanfo Dao. It was called Reflection, but in fact it was to give him the opportunity to read the Buddhist classics of Wanfo Dao and calm down.

Although Chen Ping, who has the source of all Taos, does not rely too much on the so-called meditation and practice, the starting point of the Xumi Saint Monk is good after all.

"Forget it. You've been gone for a hundred thousand years. Why should I bother with you anymore? If it's convenient, I'll take care of the Kunlun Realm."

"Thank you." The Xumi Saint Monk smiled, his body almost completely dissipated, turning into points of Buddha light, flying towards the abyss.

Chen Ping looked at the Xumi Holy Monk who was about to completely disappear, and felt a little sad in his heart. He was the controller of time and space, but he could not control his own life that disappeared in time.

"Holy monk, let's say goodbye!"

At the last moment, after three hundred thousand years, Chen Ping finally called out the word "holy monk" again. The voice did not travel far before it completely dissipated in the long river of time along with the body of the Xumi holy monk.

(End of this chapter)