The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 224 Deduction of Wuji
Setting foot on Tiandu Mountain again, the Taoist temples in the Holy City are still as bustling with visitors as they were in the past, except that the chosen sons and daughters of heaven who come and go have all changed their appearance.

Zhang Ruochen suppressed his anxiety, suppressed his aura to the Saint King level, and walked towards the Wudao Temple on the top of the mountain.

There was a vast divine mist in front of the shrine, and the heavy silver-grey gate was solemn and majestic, with dense divine patterns and numerous barriers on it.

As a forbidden area in the realm of truth, no one can approach it without permission.

However, Zhang Ruochen had no problems all the way up the light grey stone steps until he reached the main gate of the shrine.

Crunch!

The door slowly opened by itself, and the sound of a dragon's roar, like thunder, came from inside the door.

Zhang Ruochen walked in and saw the Azure Sky Holy Dragon in azure armor, even more majestic than a thousand years ago. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.

The Holy Blue Sky Dragon had a strong body and impressive cultivation. His eyes were azure, as if he could see through the illusions of the world. His gaze fell on Zhang Ruochen, making him feel that his cover-up had been seen through. But how could this be possible? With a mask made by the Supreme Lord himself, how could the Holy Blue Sky Dragon possibly see through his identity?

"This is the Wudao Temple. You don't need to hide. No one can threaten you. Show your true self and I will take you to see the God." Qingtian Shenglong's voice was steady. Only a thousand years had passed in the world, but he had been practicing in the secret realm of the vast sea for nearly an epoch. Now he had become a great god Taizhen, and naturally he had become much more solemn and steady.

Zhang Ruochen understood. It was reasonable for his teacher to see through the mask made by Tai Shang with his skills. Otherwise, how could he enter the Wudao Palace without any hindrance?

When he took the mask off his face, his aura changed instantly. He lost his Confucian scholarly air and gained a sense of transcendence.

"Please, Dragon God, lead the way."

The Azure Sky Holy Dragon was in front, and Zhang Ruochen was behind. They walked forward along the ink-black corridor. The dome of the corridor was dotted with golden starlight, which was deep and charming, as if it contained endless mysteries of Taoism and divine laws.

This was not the first time Zhang Ruochen had seen the corridor dome, but his cultivation level was too low and his vision was too narrow. He only felt that it was magnificent and dreamy, but could not truly understand anything from it.

After cultivating the first level of Wuji Shengyi, looking at it again at this moment, I have a new understanding.

The stars are shining and the galaxy is endless. Walking in the corridor is like standing in the sea of ​​stars, controlling the universe and mediating the creation.

"The further I go on the path of cultivation, the deeper my respect for my teacher becomes. I wonder when I will be truly qualified to stand beside him." Zhang Ruochen's mind raced, and he couldn't help but yearn.

Soon, the corridor came to an end, and what came into view was a bright light. Walking out of the corridor, looking up, I could see the clear sky, the sunny day, and the azure blue sky.

Flowers are blooming all around, and the intoxicating fragrance comes from all directions, carried by the breeze and penetrates between the nostrils.

The hundreds of flowers here are not ordinary. Some are sent by the Mandragora Flower God from the Thousand-Spirits Realm, and the others are brought by the gods from all over the universe. Many of them are unique in the world.

Zhang Ruochen's gaze passed through the flowers and he saw a figure in white clothes standing on the bridge over the stream, with his back to him and looking up at the sky.

Suddenly, dark clouds rose and the clear sky disappeared.

A moment later, the leaden clouds were as black as ink, and thunder dragons streaked across the sky, illuminating the beauties.

Raindrops fell without warning, and in the blink of an eye the sky and the earth became misty.

The Blue Sky Holy Dragon led Zhang Ruochen into the corridor bridge, wiped away the water stains on his armor with his hand, and a hint of resentment appeared between his eyebrows.

"This damn heaven is always so unpredictable."

Zhang Ruochen tried to evaporate the moisture from his body, but was shocked to find that his holy energy had no effect on the moisture. Even the Pure Extinguishing Divine Fire could not shake it at all, and it lost its light and heat.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into the Ninth Prince who had just been reborn on a snowy night in the Yunwu Royal City. Without any cultivation, the mundane white snow and cold wind had the power to destroy his body.

"This rain... seems very unusual?"

He was a little confused and could only roll up his sleeves to squeeze out the excess water. He also understood why the Blue Sky Holy Dragon was so dissatisfied just now. It seemed that even a great god could do nothing about the rain.

"Living in a well, observing the world, everything above you represents the changing laws of nature. Over the years, this world has become increasingly unpredictable, with frequent torrential rain, thunder, and strong winds."

"A single leaf can reveal the coming of autumn; the wind and clouds in a well can reveal the changes in the universe. If it were dust, the real storm is about to come."

The white-robed figure slowly stood up and turned around.

Zhang Ruochen only then realized that he was actually wearing a Confucian robe, just like the Prince's Grand Tutor in Shengming Palace back then.

However, the Grand Tutor looked middle-aged, but the figure in front of him was a young man. Only his eyes, as deep as the sea of ​​stars, revealed the majesty of looking down on the world.

It was the first time for him to see his teacher in this state. Qingtian Shenglong beside him also showed some surprise. It was obviously the first time for him to see Wudao Shenjun in this state.

Although he is dressed as a Confucian scholar, he is like the sun across the sky, with the mighty power to cleanse the world. Is he a sage on the outside and a king on the inside?
Zhang Ruochen's realm was ultimately too low, and he was far from being able to comprehend the vastness of the world. He felt that even if the four Confucian founders were still alive, they would probably not be able to surpass the figure before him.

Wearing a Confucian robe, he is the founder of Confucianism; wearing a Taoist robe, he is the Taoist master; sitting in meditation, he is the Buddha of the present age; stepping on the sky and punching, he is like the Acala...

Zhang Ruochen seemed to have some enlightenment in his heart, and had a new understanding of the saying that the sea embraces all rivers and that everything returns to one.

"After a thousand years of adversity, I have lived up to Master's expectations and finally achieved the first-grade Saint Will. I have come to see you today." Zhang Ruochen bowed and spoke respectfully.

Chen Ping smiled and stretched out his hand. A gentle force lifted Zhang Ruochen up.

"You are one of a kind in the world, unparalleled in history. Ruochen, you have accomplished a feat that has never been achieved before and will be difficult to surpass in the future. This is cause for celebration, and your teacher is also happy for you."

"Without the teacher's guidance and protection in my cultivation, how could I be where I am today? The first-grade saintly will is just the starting point. Only by reaching the divine realm can I truly step onto the grand stage of the universe." Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

Chen Ping nodded. "It seems that you have not only cultivated the first-grade holy will, but your state of mind has also greatly improved. Display your first-grade holy will and let me see it."

Zhang Ruochen didn't hesitate when he heard this. He released the Dao Realm of Eternal Unity and mobilized the Infinite Holy Will. In an instant, he seemed to merge with the heaven and earth. The heaven and earth were in me, and I was also the heaven and earth.

Chen Ping's eyes flashed with brilliance as he took in all the mysteries of the Wuji Holy Will, and deduced them with his profound cultivation and superb vision.

Zhang Ruochen and Qingtian Shenglong both felt that the aura of the young man in the Confucian robe had suddenly changed. The aura affected the heaven and earth. The sound of rain outside the corridor bridge dissipated, and the surrounding scene also changed.

There is no solid object under my feet, only endless void.

There was nothing in the void except a vast light, and in the light was the figure of Chen Ping.

"This is... the Infinite Sacred Will? Teacher actually knows the Infinite Sacred Will?"

Zhang Ruochen was shocked and speechless.

Before he finished speaking, Daoguang burst out with endless divine light, and a boundless Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram appeared, covering the entire void, and the figures of Zhang Ruochen and Qingtian Shenglong were also pulled into it.

"Taichu contains Wuji, Wuji gives birth to Taiji."

Chen Ping's voice came from the void, like the voice of the Tao, shaking the mind.

The next moment, the Tai Chi diagram changed again, yin and yang flowed, and the two Tai Chi fish broke away from the diagram. One fish flew into the sky, turning into a Kun and a Peng, like a golden crow emerging from Fusang and turning into the sun. The other fish sank and shook the North Sea with its body.

"Tai Chi is divided into Yin and Yang. Shao Yang is like a mountain, Shao Yin is like the sea, and the four images are complete."

The yang energy in the void rises and turns into the Shaoyang Mountain, while the yin energy falls and turns into the Shaoyin Sea. Together with the Sun God Peng and the Moon God Kun, they become the Four Symbols.

Then the five elements emerged between heaven and earth: gold, wood, water, fire and earth, filling heaven and earth and overflowing the universe.

After the five elements, another group of Taoist lights emerged, crisscrossing and moving like chess pieces, forming the Xiaoyan Forty-Five.

After Xiaoyan, there is Dayan fifty.

But it failed to evolve.

The sky and earth collapsed, the void disappeared, and all the scenes in front of me turned into a rain of light and burned up.

Zhang Ruochen and Qingtian Shenglong seemed to be blind, and could only see an endless expanse of white. When they regained their sight, the covered bridge in front of them was still the same, and the sound of rain outside was still fierce.

"It's worthy of being a first-grade Wuji. Try as I might, I can't fully deduce its power." Chen Ping sighed lightly, feeling a little regretful. Xiao Yan was forty-five years old, which was only equivalent to a half-ancestor. He hadn't even reached the ancestor realm. With his own cultivation and vision, he could only deduce the Wuji Dao to this point. He couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

"Ruochen, it seems that the ultimate power of the Wuji Dao still needs you to slowly explore it yourself. When you have cultivated the Wuji Dao to the pinnacle, then demonstrate it to your master."

Zhang Ruochen was extremely shocked, and finally realized that the previous scene was the teacher deducing the infinite sacred will.

Could one comprehend the profound meaning of Wuji with just one glance? This was beyond Zhang Ruochen's comprehension. The mighty power that had transformed the heavens, the seas, and the universe, and recreated it, had also given rise to endless reverie in his mind. If the Wuji Dao, even without reaching its ultimate perfection, already possessed such power, how much more mighty would he be if he cultivated it to its pinnacle? Perhaps he would truly be able to stand on equal footing with his teacher.

"Ruochen will definitely work hard to cultivate and achieve the ultimate perfection of the Wuji Dao as soon as possible. Then he will ask the teacher for guidance."

Chen Ping swept away the frustration in his heart and restored his previous detached demeanor. It was not necessarily that he could not deduce the infinite evolution, but it was also possible that Zhang Ruochen's infinite sacred will was still too immature, and the mysteries he revealed were too few. It was not even a true divine way. At most, it could only be regarded as a newly sprouted seed, and it still had a long way to go before it grew into a towering tree.

He stretched out his finger, picked up a drop of wine from the wine glass on the table beside him, and flicked his finger. The drop of wine flew onto Zhang Ruochen's brow.

The dense alcohol vapor instantly dissipated, and a surge of energy instantly filled Zhang Ruochen's innate Yin-Yang and Five Elements chaotic body.

Zhang Ruochen was shocked and without thinking too much, he quickly practiced the ninth level of the "Nine Heavens Bright Emperor Sutra" to refine the alcohol in his body. The energy contained in the alcohol was pure and powerful. Once refined, the number of holy rules in his body increased dramatically.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen successfully refined all the alcohol vapor, and his cultivation level was elevated to the peak of the realm of life and death. The number of holy rules in his body exceeded 25 trillion.

A representative figure of the Yuanhui level needs to cultivate 10 trillion rules in a life-or-death situation, while a genius of the Yuanhui level needs to cultivate 129.6 trillion rules. At this moment, the number of holy rules in his body is close to the number of two, which is absolutely astonishing.

Yin Yuanchen cultivated two levels of perfect second-grade holy will, and even in the life-or-death situation, he only cultivated 15 trillion holy rules. Xue Jue Huangtian back then was not much different from him.

Yan Wushen cultivated the Six Paths of Reincarnation and broke the limits of heaven and earth with his reincarnated body. Before breaking into the Supreme Realm, the number of holy rules he cultivated was only enough to break through twenty trillion.

Although Ji Fanxin has a deeper foundation and higher achievements, he still stops at 23 trillion Dao, which is still a long way from the number of two.

Without the true first-grade holy will, it is impossible to reach the number of two in a life-or-death situation.

Even for Zhang Ruochen, who had cultivated to the first level of Wuji, it was not easy to break through to the supreme realm with the number of two elements. Otherwise, the drop of Hundred Flowers Divine Wine just now would be enough for him to succeed.

In the end, he still has to rely on himself to fight.

The rainstorm finally stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone again. The flowers and plants that were broken by the rain straightened up and greedily devoured the light and heat.

The light was scattered by the water vapor in the air, turning into a rainbow of light that hung outside the corridor bridge, just behind Zhang Ruochen.

He let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and found that his clothes had been dried by his body temperature. It must have been quite some time.

He bowed to Chen Ping and said solemnly, "Thank you, teacher."

"Don't worry about it. It's just a drop of wine, insignificant. This is all I can do. If you want to cultivate to the binary number, you still have to fight for it yourself and become invincible."

Invincible!

Zhang Ruochen's blood boiled when he heard this. He had just seen Yin Yuanchen sever his tarsal bone with a sword, and then challenge Zhen Yuan to a battle in the starry sky. How could he not want to join in and fight against the world's genius?

"When do you plan to return to the Hell Realm?"

Chen Ping's voice interrupted his thoughts, leaving him at a loss as to how to respond.

After a moment's silence, Zhang Ruochen slowly said, "Now that I've met Master, I plan to return to the Hell Realm. My parents and children are still there. I'm afraid they haven't had an easy time in the past thousand years since I disappeared."

"Xue Qingyin and Chi Kongle are in the Xuetian tribe. They are naturally worry-free with Xue Jue's protection. Chi Kunlun is accepted as a disciple by Yan Wushen. Although there are many inconveniences for him to walk in hell as a human being, there is no danger. The only one who is in a somewhat delicate situation is your father, Emperor Ming." Chen Ping said calmly.

Zhang Ruochen was instantly agitated and asked quickly, "Teacher, do you know where my father is now?"

"Don't worry, his life is not in danger." Chen Ping continued, "Eighteen hundred years ago, he traveled to the Hell Realm and transformed into the Shura Clan. With the help of the Wujian Pavilion, he entered the Temple of Destiny and became the Abandoned Destiny Emperor of the Temple of Destiny. A thousand years ago, in order to rescue the Lord of the Fallen God Island, he exposed his identity and was unfortunately captured by the Lord of Disaster. The Lord of Disaster didn't make things difficult for him. Perhaps because of your identity as the Daozi of Destiny, he only sealed his cultivation and made him a pyrotechnician in the Palace of Disaster. He burns fires and forges tools every day. Apart from the fatigue, he doesn't suffer any hardship."

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Emperor Ming was still alive, there was still a chance.

"In that case, I must return to Hell as soon as possible. Only if I demonstrate sufficient value will I have a chance to rescue my father in the future." Zhang Ruochen looked at Chen Ping, feeling a little uneasy, wondering whether his most respected teacher would support his choice.

Chen Ping just shook his head and smiled: "Ruochen, you have grown up. Below the God Realm, there are few people in the world who can rival you. It is up to you to decide how to go in the future. Don't care too much about the opinions of others, including me."

"The great age has arrived, and the universe is like a raging fire. The world only knows that my master roams the world and is invincible, but they don't know that I sometimes feel lonely because I have no rivals. You are unparalleled in talent, and your first-class sacred will is unique in ancient and modern times. You will surely achieve great things in the future. I await the day when you achieve the ultimate in the Way of Infinity."

“If one walks alone on the great road, without anyone to accompany him, wouldn’t it be too lonely?”

Chen Ping chuckled softly. This was not an act, but something he was inspired to say. He completely digested the insights brought back by the spiritual light, and only waited for his physical body to break through. Whether it was the Ancestor of the Underworld or the Ancestor of Man, he was already invincible in the entire War Galaxy.

If you don’t climb to the top of the mountain, you will never appreciate the scenery on the top of the mountain. After reaching the top of the mountain, looking up at the sky, you will naturally dream of climbing to the sky.

The road is boundless, the path of exploration is endless. Standing at his current level, how could Chen Ping not want to go to the endless high platform, to the boundless space above the heaven.

Zhang Ruochen was confused. Chen Ping's level was still too far for him to reach. A nine-story platform is built by piling up earth. All he could do now was to take one step at a time and complete every stage of his journey of cultivation to perfection.

"For the past thousand years, there have been constant frictions between Heaven and Hell, and the situation has gradually escalated. The competition between the worldly geniuses has always been fierce. The reason why this Red Dust Conference is held in the Realm of Truth is not only because of the game in the realm of gods, but also because it is more to force out several worldly representatives of the Temple of Truth and let them participate in the Ten Realms War in the Unfixed Sea of ​​Gods." Chen Ping came back to his senses and continued.

Zhang Ruochen had heard about the War of the Ten Realms from Murong Yefeng and others on the way here. Even the holding of this Red Dust Conference was due to the War of the Ten Realms.

After 100,000 years of conquest, many of the subordinate mortal realms of Heaven were conquered by the Hell Realm and became grazing grounds. The ten realms in the War of Ten Realms refer to ten of these conquered worlds.

The Ten Clans of Hell set up an arena in the Unfixed Divine Sea, using the Ten Realms as the stakes, and challenged the worldly geniuses of the Ten Thousand Realms in Heaven. Their intention was nothing more than to use this method to break the backbone of the worldly geniuses in the Ten Thousand Realms and to undermine the morale of the Heavenly Court.

Morale is very important. When two armies face off, as long as the morale is strong, the weak can often defeat the strong. On the contrary, if the morale is low, only 70% to 80% of the full combat power can be exerted.

The Underworld is obviously absolutely sure that it can defeat the Heavenly Court, and it uses the Ten Realms as a bet without the Heavenly Court providing any stakes.

The original intention of this Red Dust Conference was to select the ten strongest people from among the geniuses of all realms to participate in the battle and fight against the strong men of Hell.

For the younger generation in the heavens and all the worlds, this is an opportunity to make a name for themselves, so they naturally flock to it.

For the Heavenly Palace, especially the gods in the Heavenly Palace, what they care about most is how to win the war of the ten realms.

Over the past thousand years, a large number of geniuses have emerged in the Hell Realm, each of them extremely powerful.

Represented by Yan Wushen of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and Que, the heir of nothingness, followed closely by Prajna, the goddess of fate, Huang Xuetu, the god of massacre, Yan Yu, the demigod, and Lan Ying, the divine fetus of the universe.

In comparison, the myriad realms in heaven seem a little underwhelming except for the Temple of Truth. Except for Zhenyuan of the Five Elements Temple and Fairy Cihang of the Western Paradise Buddhist Realm, although there are many amazing people among the others, they are still inferior to the geniuses of the Hell Realm.

Emperor Donghua, the foremost person in the divine realm of heaven a thousand years ago, had also entered the Temple of Truth to practice and become a god hundreds of years ago.

In the present Temple of Truth, Yin Yuanchen is the undisputed number one person below the realm of God. Feng Yan, Xiang Chunan, Nie Xiangzi, Qing Sixue, Feng Xi and others are also in the limelight. Even Zhen Yuan and Fairy Cihang’s achievements today are inseparable from the Temple of Truth.

To win the war of the ten realms, gaining the support of the Temple of Truth is the key. This is a fact that the gods in heaven are reluctant to accept, but they have to accept.

After thousands of years of planning, the Temple of Truth now spreads throughout the universe, and the fire of truth stretches across the ancient star domain. Thousands of weak realms regard it as the supreme hall for their cultivation, and countless geniuses gather here every year, making it look like the Temple of Destiny in the Hell Realm.

As a temple that stands above all the worlds, although it is still nominally under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Palace, even Haotian has long stopped interfering with the Temple of Truth and treats it as an equal.

Even if the Heavenly Palace wants to continue to gather all the worlds, it has to rely on the Temple of Truth to a large extent. This can be seen from the fact that this Red Dust Conference is no longer held in the Red Dust Islands, but in the Realm of Truth.

"In the war of the ten realms, the top geniuses of this era in Heaven and Hell will participate, including Yuanhui-level geniuses like Yin Yuanchen, Que, Yan Wushen, and Zhen Yuan, as well as your acquaintances and brothers like Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan.

Ruochen, if you are returning to Hell, do so in a spectacular manner. With a sword in hand, you can battle the heroes of the world. Wouldn't that be a joy? Use your infinite divine will and the Xu sword technique I taught you to carve out a world-beating power."

Zhang Ruochen's blood boiled when he heard this. He had already decided to go to the Ten Realms War, not to represent Heaven or Hell, but only to represent himself.

With the sword in his hand, he became invincible in the world, and with the help of the heroes of the time, he stepped into the dual realm of life and death and achieved the supreme goal.

"Ruochen understands. I don't know when I can see you again. After rescuing my father, I will come to see you again." Zhang Ruochen suddenly knelt down and kowtowed.

This time Chen Ping did not stop him. No matter how you look at it, there is not much to criticize about Zhang Ruochen's behavior. As a disciple, a teacher, a friend, and a brother, there is nothing wrong with him except that he is surrounded by beautiful women, which often makes them jealous.

What's more, such a genius will naturally attract many beauties. There are so many charming women in the world, how can he be missed?

"Silly child, go ahead. You have already achieved the first rank. Your future will be full of opportunities."

Chen Ping's voice gradually became smaller, his figure became illusory, and disappeared after a moment.

This is just a clone of divine consciousness. As for the real body, it has now gone to Jiannan and the Origin Temple.

(End of this chapter)