The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 7: The Endless Road of Robbery
Heaven, the realm of truth.

An ancient golden chariot drove out of the Temple of Truth. The nine dragon spirits of the ancient chariot showed their true forms and pulled the chariot in front, while the Holy Spirit Book sat in the chariot driver's seat.

The ancient golden chariot passed through the Void Holy Land and finally landed on the top of the Conferred God Platform.

The void above the Conferred God Platform is vast and empty, which is the barrier seal set up by the gods of the Temple of Truth.

After the seal, there is the most mysterious and terrifying place in the entire Truth Realm - the Mountain of Gods.

Chen Ping, the Lord of the Hall of Truth, and Monggo walked out of the ancient golden carriage, raised their heads, and their eyes passed through the barrier and saw the world behind the barrier.

The sacred mist has been lingering for millions of years and has not dissipated. The gods are buried there, and the dangerous places are forbidden even to the true gods.

The Lord of the Hall of Truth had a solemn expression on his face and said slowly, "Junior Brother, are you really going to challenge the Temple of the Gods?"

"Since you're here." Chen Ping smiled faintly.

The Lord of the Hall of Truth's face froze, and he suppressed the urge to hit someone.

"Your current cultivation is far superior to mine. If you insist on going, I can't stop you. Three hundred thousand years ago, before Master left with Nishen Tianzun, he once tried to break into the Mountain of Gods. But even with Master's cultivation back then, he ultimately failed to break into the Temple of the Gods."

"When you go, be sure to protect yourself. If things become impossible, retreat immediately. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. I will definitely strive to achieve what our Master failed to do."

Chen Ping laughed heartily, took a step forward, passed through the seal, and entered the Mountain of Gods.

Mengge observed the dark-faced Lord of the Hall of Truth, coughed dryly, and said, "Even I can't tell how advanced Wudao is. I'm afraid his current strength is even greater than mine. Even if he can't break into the Hall of Conferred Gods, he should be able to protect himself."

Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Hall of Truth's expression eased slightly. He looked towards the direction of the Mountain of Gods and felt a sense of emotion.

The little junior brother who was so unruly back then has now gone far ahead of her. It's really... gratifying.

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The Mountain of Gods, although called a mountain, is even more vast than the eternal world.

A mountain is a vast world.

This was naturally not the first time that Chen Ping had stepped into the Mountain of Gods, so he was quite familiar with the situation there.

The entire Mountain of Gods is shrouded in mysterious forces all year round, isolated from the outside world, and has given birth to many treasures of heaven and earth and strange and ferocious creatures.

According to Chen Ping's speculation, countless years ago, a great war must have broken out in the Mountain of Gods, in which the gods fell and the ancestors were shed blood.

The power of the gods poured into the mountains, creating such a unique place.

The sacred medicines and precious materials and divine relics in the mountains had no attraction for Chen Ping. He had only one goal, which was the Temple of the Gods on the top of the Mountain of Gods.

One hundred thousand years ago, when he entered the Mountain of Gods for the last time, his spiritual power had already reached the peak of the ninety-third level, comparable to the Heavenly Venerable level.

He tried to break into the Temple of the Gods when it was at its weakest, which happened once every ten years, but still ended in failure.

Not to mention the old master of the Temple of Truth, whose cultivation level was only at the peak of the Immortal Boundless Realm three hundred thousand years ago.

Chen Ping's real body was far away in the Kunlun Realm, and it was his clone who entered the Mountain of Gods.

This clone is not ordinary. It is a clone method he created by combining the methods of many external incarnations such as the Immortal Blood God, the Shadow of the Heavenly Demon, and the Three Corpses Refining Dao.

Although it is a clone, it has 90% of the original's martial arts skills, 80% of the physical skills, and 30% of the spiritual skills.

No matter how perfect the method of splitting one's body is, it will eventually have its own limitations. The stronger the cultivation, the lower the ratio of combat power that the clone can unleash will be, unless, like in "The Three Corpses Refining Dao", there is no distinction between the primary and the secondary among the three corpses, and each of them has an independent consciousness.

The 30% cultivation level of the spiritual power ancestor is already far superior to that of an ordinary half-ancestor. Chen Ping has waited for six years until the power of the Temple of the Gods is at its weakest. He doesn't believe that he can't break into the Temple of the Gods this time.

He walked along the mountain, a familiar route, and soon arrived outside the Sealing God Temple. What he saw was a dilapidated temple, the remains covered with traces of knife and axe carving.

Even though only ruins remain, it still towers thousands of miles high, reaching into the sky, and is countless times larger than the Temple of Truth in the outside world.

Chen Ping released his divine consciousness, supported the ancestral order field, and strode forward.

Ancient divine patterns transformed into killing powers, attacking from all directions, determined to wipe out from this world any existence that set foot in the Temple of the Gods.

Compared with a hundred thousand years ago, Chen Ping has been completely transformed.

While strolling in the garden, he casually intercepted a killing magic power and looked at it carefully. He found that there were many Taoist principles belonging to the ancestor in it.

The person who built the Temple of the Gods must be the ancestor without a doubt.

One magical power after another was destroyed, and the ruins were stepped on by Chen Ping. Along the way, there were many remains of ancient gods in the infinite realm. It was hard to imagine what the scene was like in the past when the Temple of the Gods had not been destroyed.

After passing through nine palaces, a palace different from the previous ones suddenly appeared in front of them.

The tiles are made of glazed tiles and the steps are made of divine jade. Outside the palace gate, there are statues of seventy-two ancient mythical beasts arranged in order.

The door was ajar, and the faint aura of the ancestor that emanated from inside made Chen Ping feel uneasy.

He looked alert and surprised.

Could it be that there are still ancestors in the Temple of the Gods who have not died?
He thought for a moment and finally made up his mind to enter the hall to take a look at the most mysterious place in the Realm of Truth. Perhaps it would bring him unexpected gains. At worst, he would just have to abandon this clone.

Chen Ping stretched out his hand to push the door. Although the door was ajar, it was as heavy as an ancient sacred mountain and creaked.

The door opened wide enough for one person, and Chen Ping immediately stepped into the hall.

Behind the gate, there was no solemnity and luxury as imagined, only endless darkness and nothingness.

There are no rules in the entire hall. It is pitch black with no end in sight. It is as if you have arrived at the edge of the universe, and further ahead is endless nothingness.

There was no life around, no holy energy or divine power flowing, only endless sense of death permeating Chen Ping's soul.

"How dare you act so presumptuously with a thought without a master!"

The sound of the great way was heard from the Ancestral Order Field, clearing away the sense of death all around like plowing a yard and sweeping a hole.

He stretched out his hand and intercepted a wisp of death from the darkness and nothingness. The death continued to be annihilated and reorganized in his palm, and unexpectedly burst out into several completely different powers. The master of each power was the ancestor.

Here, an unimaginable war between ancestors once broke out.

As if sensing the presence of an outsider, an extremely powerful and terrifying aura began to gradually revive within the hall. Suddenly, golden starlight lit up in the boundless darkness, converging into a strange starry sky.

Under the starry sky, a golden skeleton sat cross-legged, looking up at the sky with its jaws open, as if roaring.

The skeleton released golden ancestral laws, which briefly dispelled the darkness in the hall, and then condensed into a golden spear of light, heading towards Chen Ping.

"Ancestor's strike!"

Chen Ping knew in an instant that this attack was beyond the capability of his clone to block, so he took a step back and immediately retreated out of the hall.

The Robbery Light Spear attacked the gate and slammed into it fiercely, causing the entire Mountain of Gods to tremble, but it did not fly out of the hall.

At the same time, Chen Ping, who was far away in Shengming Palace, suddenly had an extra message in his mind.

"Observing the remains of the Great Emperor of Truth, one acquires the ancestral magical power, 'The Path of Unlimited Disasters.'"

(End of this chapter)