The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 2: Temple of Truth, Lord Wudao

Heaven, known as the heart of all realms, is the number one sacred place for cultivation in the universe.

This ancient plane was a complete world three hundred thousand years ago, called the Holy Realm.

It is one of the nine witches of ancient times and the mother realm of the Great Emperor of Truth. It has the Heavenly Tree of Truth as its spiritual root, and hundreds of millions of saints are thriving within it.

Three hundred thousand years ago, Nishen Tianzun led twenty-four gods to fight against the ancestor of the underworld god. Twenty-four people went, but only two and a half returned.

One hundred thousand years ago, the Underworld Ancestor, whose injuries had eased a little, launched a small catastrophe, destroying the Holy Realm, which had since been shattered into numerous celestial realms.

The Heavenly Palace was built on the ruins of the Holy Realm.

The heavenly palace is divided into four continents, namely Dongsheng Shenzhou, Nanzhanbuzhou, Xiniuhezhou and Beijuluzhou, corresponding to the four directions of the universe: east, south, west and north.

Each continent has thousands of celestial realms and countless forces. Saints can be seen commonly and gods can be heard.

The celestial realm is divided into four levels: lower, middle, upper, and the rarest god-level celestial realm.

In the divine realm, there are divine veins underground that can support the cultivation of ancient gods. It is a rare divine paradise and a treasure land for cultivation in the world.

There are only a dozen or so divine realms in each of the four continents of Heaven, all of which are divided and controlled by the top forces.

The Realm of Truth, located in Xiniu Hezhou, is one of the divine realms.

There is only one force in the entire sky realm, and that is the Temple of Truth.

Destiny, origin, light, darkness, time, space, truth, nothingness, and morality are the nine most powerful holy paths in the eternal universe. They were born at the beginning of the universe, the source of the beginning, and are called the Nine Eternal Paths.

There are countless heroes in the world, but those who can master the eternal ways are mostly the best among them.

The Temple of Truth is named after the Way of Truth, one of the Nine Ways, which shows its status.

In fact, as loyal supporters of the Heavenly Palace, the Temple of Truth, the Five Elements Temple, and the Chixia Feixian Valley are the basis for the Heavenly Palace to balance the power of the four directions and dominate the world. The temple is full of powerful people and gods shine together, and it has an extremely high status among all the worlds in the Heavenly Palace.

Unlike the solitary cultivation of the Five Elements Taoist monks and the mysterious and secluded Red Cloud Fairy Valley, the Temple of Truth has a terrifying presence and influence among the monks of all realms.

This is because the master of the Temple of Truth of this generation has set a precedent that his predecessors have never done, spreading the way of truth to all realms, blessing hundreds of millions of monks, and rewarding the mysteries of truth that even the gods regard as treasures to the younger generation of monks, helping them to practice, which can be said to be selfless.

Of course, not all cultivators are qualified to enter the Realm of Truth to practice. They must hold the Heavenly Order of Truth issued by the Temple of Truth.

The number of Heavenly Orders of Truth is limited and they are distributed according to the ranking of the Ten Thousand Realms in the Book of Merit of the Ten Thousand Realms in Heaven. The strong realms can get hundreds or thousands of Heavenly Orders of Truth every year, while the weak realms can only get one every few years.

A Heavenly Order of Truth allows a cultivator to practice in the Heavenly Realm of Truth for a year, and only one month to practice in the Temple of Truth. The rest of the time is spent in the temples opened up by gods from all walks of life.

For cultivators from all walks of life who have reached at least semi-saint status, a year is very short, and no moment in the realm of truth can be wasted. The more powerful the gods, the more precious the temples left behind.

Tiandu Mountain is one of the most prosperous areas in the Realm of Truth. Only powerful ancient gods can leave their temples here.

The divine patterns and aura left behind by the gods imbue Tiandu Mountain with an ethereal sacredness. Each of the mountain's Taoist temples is majestic and imbued with divine power.

Among them, the palace on the top of the mountain is the most magnificent, towering above all the gods.

Even though the gods who left behind this Taoist temple have disappeared for more than 100,000 years and its prestige has declined slightly, and new Taoist temples have been established in Tiandu Mountain by gods later, no Taoist temple can shake its position in Tiandu Mountain.

Wudao Jingu is the name of this dojo.

The Temple of God does not belong to any realm, but is directly governed by the Temple of Truth. If you want to enter it, you must be invited by the ten divine disciples of the Temple of Truth and obtain the permission of the true God of the Temple of Truth before you can enter.

Today is the day when the ten divine disciples of the Temple of Truth invite young leaders from all walks of life to visit the Wudao Temple, which will last for seventeen days.

The shrine is only open on the seventeenth day of each year. As to why it is the seventeenth day, no one can explain it clearly. We only know that this rule was established by the owner of the Wudao Shrine, the mysterious Wudao God.

Outside the temple, there are steps made of divine jade, where forty-nine top-level holy veins converge, and the mist of holy energy shrouds the outside of the temple.

Hundreds of extraordinary figures emerged from the fog.

The ten divinely-inspired disciples of the Temple of Truth stood at the front, shoulder to shoulder, their expressions solemn and full of awe.

The hundreds of figures behind them are all holy sons and holy daughters from ancient religions and divine dynasties. They are the young generation of leaders of a sect, a country, a religion, and even a world.

Those who are invited into the Wudao Temple are all "seeds of true gods", and each of them has the potential to reach the realm of gods in the future.

A moment later, the gate of the shrine slowly opened, and a figure with white hair and a Confucian robe walked out of the gate. Although his body was hunched, he carried a strong and domineering aura.

The old man in the Confucian robe explained the rules of the temple to every cultivator present in a concise and clear manner. No one dared to show the slightest disrespect during the whole process.

There were quite a few people who were curious about the old man's identity. After the old man finished speaking, they began to communicate with each other using holy thoughts.

"What is this person's origin? Why does he give me a stronger sense of oppression than even the great saint elders in my clan?"

"The Temple of Truth is filled with powerful people. It's not surprising that someone who is assigned to guard the Wudao Palace has reached the level of a demigod."

A group of godsons and goddesses who were on good terms with each other conversed with each other in their holy thoughts, speculating on the origins and cultivation of the old man in the Confucian robe, and thinking about how to establish a good relationship with him in order to gain more from this trip to the temple.

"This senior is the spirit of the 'Book of the Holy Spirit', the supreme holy artifact handed down from generation to generation in the Temple of Truth.

It is said that he received guidance from the God of No Way hundreds of thousands of years ago, and has been guarding the temple for hundreds of thousands of years. His cultivation is probably close to that of a god.

How can you guys be so confused and have such a conversation here that it can't be hidden from his perception?"

A young man with a very handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing reminded in a low voice, interrupting the secret communication of the crowd.

"So it's the spirit of the supreme holy weapon. With such cultivation, I'm afraid even the spirits of some divine weapons can't compare to it?" A son of God from the dominant world said in surprise.

"Donghua, how do you know all this?" a goddess asked doubtfully.

The young cultivator named Donghua smiled faintly and replied, "This isn't my first time at the Wudao Temple, so I know a little more than you do."

"Let's go, the shrine is now open. We have seventeen days, and we can't waste a single moment." The young man said as he looked up at the towering gate of the shrine, his expression full of reverence and yearning.

"Invisible, intangible, without shackles, without heaven, without law, without path, what a majestic existence the Lord of No Way must be..."

Only after all the young cultivators entered the Divine Palace under the guidance of the ten divine disciples did the Spirit of the Holy Spirit Book reveal a faint smile on its face.

A group of juniors whose cultivation level is only at the Saint King level, how could the holy thoughts and telepathy be hidden from his perception.

"A bunch of little guys, how could they understand the supreme grace of the Divine Lord back then.

Which of the ancient gods and ancestors in your clan has not suffered at the hands of the Divine Sovereign? Which of the goddesses in your clan has not been teased by the Divine Sovereign?..."

The Holy Spirit Book raised his brows slightly, recalling the glorious past. After a moment, he sighed softly, "Alas, it's been a hundred thousand years, Lord God, it's time for you to come back and take a look."

……

Including the spirit of the Holy Spirit Book, none of the cultivators in the Wudao Palace noticed the two divine thoughts quietly retreating. The divine thoughts came from the depths of the Temple of Truth in the center of the Heavenly Realm.

Deep in the temple, it is not as solemn and majestic as outsiders imagine, but there are small bridges, flowing water, and a few thatched cottages.

A covered bridge spans the Divine River, with two majestic and towering figures of demons standing side by side.

One of them wore a black robe and black armor, his arms were muscular and covered with ancient demonic patterns.

The other figure was even more majestic, like a small mountain, with a face as black as charcoal and as strong as a bull.

If you are not someone who knows the inside story, you would never guess that this person is actually a woman.

This woman is none other than the current master of the Temple of Truth, the most prominent expert in the Temple of Truth, and one of the most powerful giants in the realm of gods under the Immortal Realm.

As for the other demon god figure, few people in the world know of his existence. He is the demon god Mungo, who ranks fifth among the seventy-two demon gods under the command of the Great Demon God in the late chaotic ancient times.

“I wonder if any of the younger generation who entered the Wudao Palace this time can comprehend the Dao diagram left by my junior brother.”

The Lord of the Hall of Truth sighed, and the image of the cynical young man from a hundred thousand years ago emerged in his mind.

"There is no form, no substance, no shackles, no heaven, no law, and no way. The way of no way is to create something out of nothing. Even you and I cannot fully comprehend it. It is too difficult for these young people to understand the true meaning of it." Mengge said softly.

Although he had never met the junior brother of the Lord of the Hall of Truth, he had comprehended the Dao diagram in the Wudao Temple. Even with his realm and vision, he was shocked when he first saw it.

"Yes, after all these years, the only one below the Divine Realm who has been able to comprehend even a little bit of the basics is that traitor Huang Tian."

The Lord of the Hall of Truth couldn't help but grit her teeth when she said this. Huang Tian was once her most valued disciple. He was a Yuanhui-level genius in the last Yuanhui. He and Xue Jue of the Undead Blood Clan of the Hell Realm dominated the last Yuanhui. No one in the younger generation could defeat him.

The Lord of the Hall of Truth taught Huang Tian everything he knew without holding back, treating him like his own son.

But in the battle one hundred thousand years ago, Huang Tian openly turned against the Heaven and threw himself into the arms of the Hell Realm.

"Master once said that although Junior Brother is cynical, he has the qualities of an ancestor. His future achievements will surely surpass mine and Old Ghost Xu. If he were still alive, he could have told you about the Way of No Dao. Unfortunately..."

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't misjudged people back then and accepted the traitor Huang Tian, ​​my junior brother wouldn't have risked his life by traveling to Kunlun Realm to clean up the mess for the Temple of Truth a hundred thousand years ago."

"In that battle, the Xumi Saint Monk passed away, thousands of gods perished, and Junior Brother's aura also disappeared outside the Kunlun Realm..."

"For a hundred thousand years, every time I'm alone, I feel guilty. I've failed my master's trust, and I'm even more sorry for my junior brother."

The Lord of the Temple of Truth's massive body trembled slightly. She looked up at the sky, as if she saw the kind face of the old Lord of the Temple of Truth, who was about to ask her, "Disciple, where has Wudao gone?"

"You can't be blamed entirely for this. There were many doubts in the battle a hundred thousand years ago. Even Haotian couldn't explain the reasons. Besides, Wudao just disappeared. He doesn't necessarily die. Maybe he was just injured. He might come back one day." Mengge said comfortingly.

Although he said this, he felt in his heart that the possibility of Lord Wudao still being alive was very slim. No matter how serious the injury was, after 100,000 years, he should have recovered partially and be able to return to the Temple of Truth.

"No matter what, there is no way that what happened back then can be forgotten.

Over the years, I have already obtained some clues. In that battle, in addition to the Ten Clans of Hell and the Temple of Destiny, the Heaven Realm and the Demon God Realm were also involved.

Someone witnessed the collision between the Great Dao Tianhuang Seal and the Boundless Universe outside the Kunlun Realm.

Killing intent flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Hall of Truth. The Great Dao Tianhuang Seal was the unique skill of Shangqiu in the Heaven Realm, and was part of the "Eight Skills of Tianhuang" created by Shangzu.

The boundless universe represents the four realms of the Temple of Truth: Heaven above, Earth below, and the boundless sea of ​​stars, the most powerful of the boundless universe.

All signs indicate that the disappearance of her junior brother is closely related to the heavenly realm and Shangqiu.

"It's a pity that I don't have the cultivation level of Old Ghost Xu, nor the extraordinary talent of Junior Brother. The man I met is also irresponsible. I can't kill him in the Heaven Realm. I'll go to Shang Da Huzi and ask for an explanation."

The Lord of the Hall of Truth glared at Mungo fiercely and snorted coldly.

Mengge's face froze, but he didn't dare to refute.

With his cultivation level, he is naturally not afraid of Shang Zu, but his identity is special. He is a cultivator who does not belong to this era. If he takes action without reason, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Immediately, I had to change the subject.

"Ahem... the Four Directions Divine Lords have reported that Huaying Qingchan has appeared outside the Kunlun Realm. The Heaven Realm has also noticed something. Immortals from the Blood Sea Hidden Heaven Temple and the Angel Temple have emerged from their isolation and are heading for her."

"Huaying Qingchan? Why is she going to Kunlun Realm?" The Lord of the Hall of Truth frowned slightly and pondered for a moment. "As expected of the Heaven Realm, bullying the weak is shameless. I want to see just how tyrannical the ruler of the world really is."

The Lord of the Hall of Truth snorted softly, and demonic energy and divine light of truth burst out from his body.

"Who made Senior Sister so angry? Tell Junior Brother and let him teach him a lesson."

At this moment, a sudden voice suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor bridge.

Hearing this familiar voice, the Lord of the Temple of Truth's heart trembled violently, and he turned around in disbelief.

It just so happened that my eyes met with the young man in black robe, just like back then.

……

Mengge took the water from the sacred stream, used the sub-god-level supreme holy weapon as a furnace, and used the magic fire to make a cup of tea for the two senior sisters and brothers who had reunited after a long separation.

The clear stream gurgles, the setting sun shines through the ancient trees, and occasionally there are the calls of some divine birds.

"So, for the past 100,000 years, you have been practicing in seclusion, and only came out recently?"

"Yes, during that battle a hundred thousand years ago, I stumbled upon a great opportunity. I have been in seclusion for a hundred thousand years. I'm sorry, Senior Sister, you've been worried about me for so long."

Chen Ping said apologetically that Chen Wudao, the God of No Justice, was one of his aliases in the Heavenly Court and also the one he had the most emotions for.

"It's okay, as long as you come back safely. I've been supporting the huge Temple of Truth all these years without you, and I'm really tired."

"Now that you've returned and your cultivation has improved, it's time for me to follow Master's instructions and hand over the position of Master of the Temple of Truth to you."

The Lord of the Hall of Truth looked sincere, without a trace of falsehood.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping immediately refused, "Senior Sister, you're joking. No one else can take the position of the Lord of the Temple of Truth except you. You know my temper well. If you ask me to be the Lord, wouldn't that be asking me to die?"

"Besides, Senior Sister has found a good match now, and with the help of Brother-in-law Mengge, managing the Temple of Truth, even the entire Heavenly Palace, is no problem at all."

The Lord of the Temple of Truth was delighted to see that Chen Ping was still so out of touch after ten thousand years, but he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​handing the Temple of Truth over to him.

If nothing else, based on her understanding of her junior brother, if he doesn't want to, no one in the world can force him.

The old palace master once taught her, 'The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility,' but Chen Ping had a different view, 'The greater the ability, the greater the power; the less responsibility, the longer you live.'

Junior brother's cultivation has improved over the years, but his sense of responsibility has not changed at all.

(End of this chapter)