The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 75: Lord of the Great Dark Mountain (First Order Request)

The abyss of darkness has always been pitch black, and the entire world is shrouded in darkness. Except for the faint light emitted by the three rivers and seven mountains, there is no other light visible between heaven and earth.

The river of light composed of flames shines for thousands of miles. Although it is only a corner compared to the vast world, it is a rare spectacle in the lower world.

The fairy butterfly wore a thin veil, as usual, her figure framed by a white skirt that made it graceful and charming. The simple lantern in her hand cast a pale blue glow, like a reflection on water, falling on the white skirt of her dress, making her seem otherworldly. Even hidden by the veil, her face, still breathtakingly beautiful, could be described as celestial if it were less cold and more gentle.

"The cultivators from the upper realm have taken down the enemy. Yun Hunxuan summoned the clan kings of the five elements and five clans on his own. The Yuan Dao clan and the first seven sword kings also went."

"Tell me, how could he, a cultivator in the early stage of the Immortal Boundless Realm, dare to cross the Great Dark Mountain and issue orders to other ancient races?"

She moved the ancient lamp in her hand slightly so that the light could illuminate the tall figure standing in the shadows.

The divine eagle did not answer, and the mountain master disappeared without a trace. The strongest among the ancient races had already been the Chaos Ancestor. No matter how transcendent the Hongmeng clan was, in the face of absolute strength, they could not change the fact that power had fallen into someone else's hands.

Compared to Xiandie's indifference to worldly affairs, all he could do was to tie the Zhenyi and Totem tribes firmly to his chariot, retaining the last bit of dignity for Daming Mountain.

Yun Hunxuan naturally did not have the ability to mobilize the kings and great elders of the six clans, nor was he qualified to order the Seventh Sword Emperor, a powerful Heavenly Venerable. He was just a spokesperson, and behind him stood the Chaos Ancestor.

But they couldn't refuse to go. There had long been an irreconcilable blood feud between the cultivators of the upper realm and the ancient races. He had long had enough of this endless darkness. If it weren't for the unresolved alliance with the Great Venerable Acala, he, the Divine Eagle, would undoubtedly be the vanguard of the counterattack against the upper realm.

Now, he has not yet prepared to fight back to the upper realm, but the cultivators from the upper realm have taken him down first. Do they really think that the ancient races are easy to bully and that there is no one in the Daming Mountain?

Even without a mountain master, Mount Da Ming can still be invincible in the world and defeat all challengers.

His Heavenly Venerable-level cultivation gave him enough confidence, and the methods left by the Mountain Master were even more mysterious. If it weren't for the woman beside him who was from the same school as him and was unwilling to make progress and join forces with him, what could the Chaos Ancestor do? It might not be impossible to fight.

The flames in the river of light spread slightly, forming spreading waves, which were caused by the aftermath of the battle coming from the direction of the ancient plains.

"The battle on the ancient plains has already begun. If we delay any further, it will be difficult to explain. Let's go and destroy the cultivators from the upper realm first. We can think about the rest after this battle." The Divine Eagle's voice was a little dull. He gestured to the kings of the Zhenyi and Totem tribes behind him, but received no response.

His expression suddenly changed, and his Heavenly Venerable-level cultivation was about to burst out, but the hand of the fairy butterfly beside him pressed on his shoulder first.

"No rudeness."

In the river of light and flames, the flames condensed into a familiar figure of the divine eagle. He was suddenly struck by lightning, and his pupils contracted.

"Meet the Master."

The fairy butterfly bowed slightly towards the figure.

"Master... you finally showed up." The Divine Eagle came back to his senses and suddenly became excited.

The master of Daming Mountain finally returned today after many years.

"Divine Eagle, Fairy Butterfly, there is no need to go to the Chaos River. Today's battle is not aimed at you. It will be useless if you go. It will only increase casualties." The Lord of Daming Mountain said lightly.

The Divine Eagle had many doubts in his mind. Even though the person in front of him was the Lord of the Great Ming Mountain, his master, he couldn't help but ask at this moment: "The cultivators from the upper realm are invading the Abyss of Darkness. Are we going to sit back and watch? I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the Chaos Ancestor." The Lord of the Great Ming Mountain is naturally powerful and invincible, but the Chaos Ancestor is also not weak. In the eyes of the Divine Eagle, even the Lord of the Great Ming Mountain cannot ignore the Chaos Ancestor's opinions.

"After today, there will be no Chaos Ancestor in this world."

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Wujian Ridge is the homeland of the Chaos Clan.

Three hundred thousand years ago, Kong Yinxue was suppressed into the Wujian world under Wujian Ridge by dozens of Wuliang from the ancient race.

The entrance to the Infernal World is guarded by powerful Infinite Realm warriors from the Chaos Clan. Combined with the divine formation that seals the entrance, even an ordinary Immortal Infinite Being cannot break in.

Yun Hunxuan went to the Chaos River to fight against the cultivators from the upper realm and transferred most of the powerful people in the Chaos Clan away. Only one person from the Wuliang Realm was left to guard the place.

Yun Zhen's cultivation level was enough to rank among the top five in the entire Chaos Clan, reaching the state of great freedom. He was assigned to look after the divine formation. Although it was a trust, he lost the opportunity to fight with the cultivators from the upper realm, and he felt quite regretful about it.

"A cultivator from the upper realm... Humph, even someone as powerful as Kong Yinxue can only be a lonely bird in a cage, dying in despair."

"The lonely bird may not die, but you probably won't survive today." A voice suddenly sounded in Yun Zhen's ears. Before he could find the source of the voice, his soul suddenly fell into endless darkness. This darkness was a billion times more despairing than the eternal night in the abyss of darkness. In just an instant, it made him sink and his consciousness dissipated.

His body was unharmed, but he had lost his breath of life and was floating quietly in the air, as if he was in a deep sleep.

A figure in white walked out of the void and took his body away.

"It is worthy of being a secret method created by the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother of Earth. It is indeed extraordinary." The divine consciousness belonging to Chen Ping in the white-clothed chaotic body sighed.

His divine consciousness was not a clone. Even with the nourishment of the body of the Chaos Ancestor, his soul, will and mental power were not that strong, but only comparable to the Heavenly Venerable level.

But with the help of the Nine Netherworld Palace, he killed a Great Freedom Infinite in silence in just an instant. Even a spiritual master of the ninety-third level could not do such a thing.

Without paying too much attention, Chen Ping looked at the sealing formation in front of him. The formation was indeed impressive. Not only were there the Taoist seals of dozens of the ancient races at the Infinite Realm, but the core was also composed of a divine formation left behind by an ancient half-ancestor. If a half-ancestor was trapped in such a seal, it would not be easy for him to break the seal and get out.

However, this did not pose a problem for him.

In the dried-up sea of ​​​​gods, the little bit of ancestral divine power that was finally gathered was mobilized, and the complex blood-like Taoist patterns on the right arm were lit up.

The seemingly ordinary punch was thrown, but the entire Wujian Ridge was shaken.

A huge gap was violently torn open in the formation. The vibrations of the broken formation naturally alarmed the Chaos Ancestor in Wujian Ridge. A mighty divine power rose from the depths of Wujian Ridge, carrying boundless rage and pressing towards the place where the formation was located.

Chen Ping ignored it and stepped through the gap into the world of hell.

(End of this chapter)