The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 93 Ashura's Death

"Can you go back if you die?" Xu Fengjin's mouth twitched. Why did this sound so unreliable?

He was sure that he was not in an illusion, but had really returned to the ancient times of the gods. Every rule and every drop of blood in his divine body could not be false. If he died, he was really dead. Who knew if he could go back?

This kid wants to trick him into committing suicide?

Chen Ping no longer cared about Xu Fengjin. He asked Siming Tianjun for a place to retreat. Like Jian Zu and Asura, he began to retreat and digest the gains from the previous discussion.

Xu Fengjin was pulled over by Siming Tianjun to exchange Taoism and sword skills. One was of genuine nature, while the other had a bad temper, but they gradually became familiar with each other after a fight.

Mother Goddess Qiwada was not proficient in the way of swordsmanship and was not very popular in the Sword God Temple, but after all, her cultivation was quite good, and the gods of the sword world were quite courteous to her. They arranged accommodation for her and provided some healing pills to help her heal her wounds.

In the blink of an eye, several months passed. During this period, Asura and Sword Ancestor visited Chen Ping several times, exchanged experiences with him, and studied the mystery of destroying the way of heaven.

Although the Sword Ancestor was reluctant to give up his Six Eternal Paths, he also tried to comprehend the other branches of the Way of Destruction and tried to integrate these branches into his original sword path, in order to create a sword path of consistent level.

Asura learned from his mistakes and resolutely abandoned the space law in his ancestral Taoism. He did not even bother to repair the broken Asura sword, but focused on studying the fusion and destruction of all aspects.

His Heavenly Dao of Destruction already had two phases perfected, and the third phase had reached the state of great perfection. After abandoning the complex interference, he made rapid progress. In just a few months, he raised the third branch of the Heavenly Dao of Destruction to the perfect level, and his cultivation and combat power increased instead of decreasing.

On this day, Chen Ping stopped practicing and wiped out the destructive patterns on the ground with a wave of his hand.

During these few months, with the help of Sword Ancestor and Asura, he advanced one of the aspects of the Way of Destruction to the minor success realm, and tried to outline the Way of Destruction using the Way Pattern Flow technique.

The Way of Destruction and the Way of Creation are so powerful. If these two ways can be outlined on the physical body in the form of Dao patterns like the Way of One Qi Hunyuan, and become part of the way for the physical body to become holy, then how powerful will the cultivated physical body be?
But when he actually put this idea into practice, he found how difficult it was.

The power of destroying the way of heaven is so overbearing that wherever that extinction force goes, it will wipe out all matter and consciousness in the world, and outline the pattern of destroying the way of heaven on the flesh, which is not much different from suicide.

There was no progress in his cultivation, so Chen Ping simply walked out of his residence and strolled around the Sword God Temple, appreciating the scenery of this first temple in the ancient times.

In the distant Tianhe River, Xu Fengjin was defeated by Siming Tianjun again, but this time he held out for more than a hundred moves. In the end, he did not lose because of his attainments in swordsmanship, but the difference in cultivation.

His face was still bruised when he returned to the Sword God Temple and happened to meet Chen Ping. He immediately became very excited.

"Junior brother, my swordsmanship has made great progress recently. I think in a few years, I will be able to master the twenty-fourth sword technique."

Chen Ping smiled and nodded, but he was also happy to see that Xu Fengjin's swordsmanship had improved.

Although this world may not be real, the understanding of Taoism they gain from their cultivation is real, and it should not turn into a dream after they leave in the future.

At this moment, there was a roar like thunder and sea in the Sword God Temple, and a powerful person was shouting heart-wrenchingly.

The person who made the sound had quite a strong cultivation base, and it caused Xu Fengjin's eardrums to ache slightly.

"Who is yelling in the Sword God Temple? How uncivilized! He's exactly like that guy Siming."

Xu Fengjin cursed a few times, but the roar in the distance did not stop. As the sound spread, the content of the roar gradually became clearer.

Mal staggered out from the place where Ashura was in seclusion, crying loudly.

"The ancestor of Ashura is dead!"

Seeing his acquaintance, Maer, Xu Fengjin sneered, "Asura is dead, so what's the big deal? The future Great Light Maer is no better than this. He cries bitterly over the slightest thing. His mentality is too bad. I wonder how he managed to cultivate to such a high level."

Xu Fengjin snorted lightly and was about to return to his residence to digest the gains of this battle when he suddenly realized something.

"What? Ashura is dead? Ashura is dead?"

He couldn't help but talk to himself, like a raccoon cat whose tail was stepped on, and started yelling and screaming. There were many Shura gods in the Sword God Temple. After hearing what he said, some of them collapsed to the ground, while others stood there woodenly, not knowing what had happened.

The news of Ashura's death spread like the fastest-spreading virus. Before long, it spread throughout the entire Sword God Temple, the entire Sword Realm, and even spread beyond the Sword Realm.

The starry sky covering billions of miles outside the sword world turned scarlet and gloomy, as if mourning the death of the ancestor of the world.

Xu Fengjin's face was filled with confusion. "How could Ashura die? Isn't he the ancestor? Who could kill him?"

Chen Ping also experienced a moment of confusion, then woke up amid the noise and crying, and walked straight towards Ashura's retreat.

He didn't have much contact with Ashura, but after several months of discussing Taoism, he had a very good impression of him. Unlike the Sword Ancestor who cared about the world, Ashura was more like a simple seeker of Taoism, a cultivator similar to Siming Tianjun.

Chen Ping had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before Asura would comprehend the Dao method of destroying the second level of the Heavenly Dao Ancestor, and through this, he would join the ranks of the Consistent One and become the most powerful cultivator of this era. But how could he die? With his cultivation level, who could kill him silently?
Is he an immortal?

Chen Ping strode forward, Xu Fengjin followed closely behind him, and for a moment he felt as if a thorn in his back.

The only ancestor he had seen in his life, besides Ashura, Sword Ancestor, and Eternal Day, was Acala.

For him, the death of the Asura ancestor was like the sudden death of the great Acala in the Middle Ages, which was at the peak of his power. The impact it caused was naturally enormous.

Asura's retreat place is in the heart of the Sword God Temple. After finishing his last discussion with Sword Ancestor and Chen Ping more than a month ago, he went into retreat and no news has been heard from him. He must have made some new gains.

At this moment, his residence was surrounded by gods from the Sword Realm and the Shura Clan. Two powerful Heavenly Venerable-level warriors, one male and one female, from the Shura Clan were guarding the door, their faces filled with grief and anger. They stared at everyone with wide eyes, not allowing anyone to approach. Even the Sword Gods from the Sword Realm were forced to retreat by them.

Xu Fengjin squeezed forward and walked to the side of Siming Tianjun who had arrived earlier, and asked in a low voice: "Is Asura really dead?"

Siming Tianjun's face turned pale as he nodded and said, "Sword Ancestor and Dongzhen Tianjun have already gone in. Sword Ancestor is using the Ancestral Divine Power to try to reunite the Ancestral Divine Mind for Asura Ancestor, while Dongzhen Tianjun wants to use the Way of Truth to find the murderer."

Chen Ping walked straight towards the door, and the two people from the Shura clan stretched out their hands to stop him.

"Let Fellow Daoist Wudao come in. He is knowledgeable and may be able to find some clues." The voice of Sword Ancestor came from inside. The two strong men of the Shura clan hesitated for a moment and made way.

Xu Fengjin wanted to follow him, but was stopped. He could only watch Chen Ping's back as he walked into the door.

"Why are you getting involved in the affairs of the ancestors?" Xu Fengjin secretly groaned in his heart. The ancestors were all in danger of losing their lives. What kind of era was this? Wasn't it said that the three ancestors were the most powerful in this era? How come one of the ancestors died in an unclear manner on the territory of another ancestor?

Xu Fengjin keenly sensed that this era was about to be in chaos. The prosperous Sword Realm and Sword God Temple, which were as brilliant as the sun, were not passed on to later generations. The rich star field where the Sword Realm was located later became the barren land of the Dark Triangle Star Field. Even the Sword Ancestor, the master of the Sword Realm, later became the ancient ancestor of the Kunlun Realm instead of spending his old age in the Sword Realm.

Each and every one of these things made him tremble with fear.

The Void Tribulation Palace is still waiting for him, the palace master, to return. The Purple Heart Heavenly Venerate Orchid that belongs to him and is nowhere to be found is still waiting for him to refine it. He also wants to break through the Heavenly Venerate level, become a Half-Ancestor, reach the realm of the Ancestor, and become the Ancestor of Nothingness. How can he fall into this chaos in the Sword Realm for no apparent reason?

Xu Feng was filled with a thousand thoughts and wanted to retreat.

Chen Ping walked into Ashura's retreat, and what caught his eye was a small courtyard with unique decoration, rockery, flowing water, and lush vegetation.

The corpse of the Asura ancestor was sitting in the pavilion in the center of the courtyard, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was happy about something.

The Sword Ancestor stood behind him, trying to use the ancestor's soul to find the remaining soul of Asura in the world. He did not seek to resurrect Asura, but only hoped to find the person who attacked him from the remaining divine consciousness of Asura.

Dongzhen Tianjun was communicating with the flowers, birds, insects and fish in the courtyard, trying to find the answer to Asura's death from their mouths.

"The memories of all living beings in this courtyard during that period have been erased. It is completely irreversible." Dongzhen Tianjun shook his head.

The Sword Ancestor also withdrew his hand from Ashura's shoulder and sighed softly, "The person who attacked annihilated all of Brother Ashura's divine consciousness and soul. He completely annihilated all of his divine consciousness within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles around the Sword Realm, leaving not a single trace. Even the more distant remnants of his soul are probably unable to perceive what specifically happened to him."

What they said was naturally for Chen Ping to hear. When Chen Ping walked into the courtyard, he felt that the smile on Asura's face was so dazzling. This kind of smile had appeared on his face before. That was when he completely refined the innate Qi and broke through to the realm of the ancestor of spiritual power on the Sea of ​​Illusion.

The feeling of being content to die in the evening after hearing the truth in the morning still lingers in his mind to this day. This is the expression on Ashura's face.

There were six bloody holes on Ashura's chest. The power of light, darkness, truth, origin, destiny, and time eroded his ancestor's body. It was this sword, "Sword Breaking Eternity", that broke his ancestor's order field.

At the center of the eyebrows, a tiny hole penetrated Asura's entire head. The power of the underworld pierced through the sea of ​​​​gods and annihilated the soul and divine consciousness. This was the magical power of the ancestor of Yongzhou that made him famous.

Judging from the situation at the scene, it was Sword Ancestor and Eternal Day Ancestor who took advantage of Asura's unpreparedness, launched a sneak attack, and killed him with one blow.

But such a method is too crude. What motives do the Sword Ancestor and the Eternal Day Ancestor have to attack Asura?
Even if they really take action, can the two of them really kill Asura with a combined attack?
Is the ancestor so easy to kill?

Chen Ping had the answer in his mind in a trance. He looked at the Sword Master, but kept all the words in his heart.

Sword Ancestor felt a deep sense of powerlessness well up in his heart. How long could he hold out against a being that could silently kill Ashura? And how could he possibly even think of revenge?

"Fellow Daoist Wudao, Fellow Daoist Asura was in seclusion cultivating, but he went astray and became a demon. He wanted to avoid causing trouble to the world, so he voluntarily dispersed his cultivation and the spirit of his ancestor and passed away."

The Sword Ancestor's voice trembled as he said to the Heavenly Monarch Dong Zhen, "The First Ancestor has passed away, bringing sorrow to the universe. All cultivators in the Sword Realm must immediately return to their Mother Realm and summon the sacred beings of the world to bid farewell to fellow Daoist Asura in their respective Mother Realms!"

Dongzhen Tianjun was silent for a long time, nodded, turned and walked out of the courtyard.

The sword world is about to be hit by a storm and has become the center of the vortex. The moment before the storm arrives is the last chance to escape.

(End of this chapter)