The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 94 Luo Mourns Luo (One more chapter will be updated tomorrow morning)

"Friend Wudao, you should leave too. The sword world is a place of right and wrong. Deep in the vortex, even the ancestor has no power to protect himself." The Sword Ancestor looked much older in an instant.

Chen Ping remained silent, his eyes falling on Asura's clenched palms. He stretched out his hand and stretched out Asura's palms. A scarlet rule came into his eyes. The rule stretched out and turned into a tiny sword. The destructive sword intent emitted from the sword of rule moved Chen Ping.

A line of turbid tears flowed down the Sword Master's cheek, and he tremblingly picked up the small sword in Ashura's hand.

"Always consistent, always consistent, Fellow Daoist Ashura, I am unworthy of the title of Sword Ancestor. You are the Sword Ancestor of the present age, the true ancestor of the sword path..."

Chen Ping was in a state of confusion. This sword of rules should be the sword art of destruction that Asura had realized before his death, a method of destruction at the same level.

It's just that he didn't have the opportunity to further deduce and perfect this Taoist method and thereby reach the state of consistency.

When he should have been most proud, someone ruthlessly wiped out everything he had, including his life, and cut off his path to becoming an ancestor.

It took the Sword Ancestor quite a while to recover from his grief. He seemed to have made up his mind. He handed the sword art left by Ashura to Chen Ping and said solemnly, "Brother Dao, I may die, but the sword art cannot be lost. You are a hidden master and should not be involved in this vortex. Take the spark of the sword art and leave."

Chen Ping was somewhat moved. He had experienced the ancient times himself. The characters in the history books stood vividly before his eyes, their grace and demeanor were so charming and fascinating. The ancestor's teachings were fascinating, and the ancestor's personal charm was also admirable.

He did not reach out to take it. He knew that the inherited fire of swordsmanship was not left by him. He was just a passer-by, and it might not even be him who came.

History is a long river, and time is a one-dimensional existence, flowing forward and cannot be changed.

Without the source of all Daos and the seal of the ancestor, he no longer has the confidence to interfere with history at will. If history is changed, it is unknown whether the backlash of time will fall on him, and what impact it will have on the future is also unknown.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "In my opinion, Daoist Fellow Ashura should rest his spirit within the Sword God Temple for seven days. During these seven days, let the myriad realms of the universe build an altar for the ancestor and respectfully send him off to his afterlife. After seven days, Daoist Fellow can decide whether to stay or leave."

Sword Ancestor did not object and nodded with difficulty.

The news of the Sword Ancestor's departure and the Asura Ancestor's passing away spread throughout the universe along with the gods from all walks of life who scattered back from the Sword Temple.

In just half a day, the originally bustling Sword God Temple and Sword Realm became much quieter, and the battleships on the Sword Qi River disappeared.

Mal and Afuya boarded the Light God Ship together, sailed out of the Milky Way with heavy hearts, and returned to the direction of the heaven.

Asura's mourning hall was set up in the small courtyard where he was in seclusion. The coffin was carved from the trunk of a sacred tree. The sacred tree contained powerful vitality and could nourish the ancestor's body for billions of years.

Chen Ping stayed in the yard next to him, flipping through the sword books that the Sword Ancestor had sent him. Each book was a top-notch inheritance of the sword, and was a unique sword skill that was hard to find in the world in later generations.

Xu Fengjin walked in from the courtyard, exhausted. He had no intention of looking at the sword manual on the table that he had always dreamed of. He said with a sad face, "The Bu Tian Realm gods from the Sword God Temple have already left the Sword Realm with a large number of mortals. Aside from the three thousand Sword Gods, the entire Sword Realm has been almost emptied in the past few days. Aren't we leaving yet? If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave."

Chen Ping patiently turned the pages of the book in his hand to the last page, closed it, and then slowly stood up.

"Leave? Brother, where can we go? We have been here for so long, it is time for us to go back. We have no right to interfere in the battles of this era. We should return to our own era with the inheritance of these sword arts."

"Go back, have you found a way to go back?" Xu Fengjin was very excited. He had been frightened these past few days and had lost the mind to even practice, fearing that he would be dragged into the vortex of the ancestors' fight and become cannon fodder to be silently annihilated.

Although the universe is vast, where can we hide from the existence that can kill the ancestors?
The only safe way to survive is to return to their own era, time is the safest barrier.

"Yes, I have found a way to go back. Come with me, I will take you back."

Chen Ping walked out of the yard, and Xu Feng followed him doubtfully.

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At the end of the ancient times, there was a river in Pangu Realm that flowed from west to east into the sea. The scenery along the river was beautiful and the river was blessed with natural beauty. People called it Luoshui.

Luo Tongluo remembered that before she turned into the Shura of Hell and got together with Bai Yuan, the world called her the Goddess of Luo. She was the most stunning woman of that era. Although she was still far behind her mother, the most powerful of the Nine Wizards, the Queen Nuwa who founded the lineage of Qi Refiners, she was also one of the most stunning women in ancient history.

Talent and stunning beauty are all gathered in her.

After being a Shura for so many years, countless Shuras have been bred in the Shura War Soul Sea, and Asura is the most amazing one among them.

In a trance, she saw the shadow of her youth. Under her secret guidance, Ashura quickly showed his talent and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds. After Jianzu and Yongzhou, he became the third ancestor born in this era.

He also possesses an extraordinary talent in the way of destruction, and has gradually reached the threshold of consistency on his own.

The ancestor who had a beginning and an end could not be seen by the immortals. Once the deadline of eighteen eras came, he would return to dust and could only dominate for one era at most.

But if you take the path of consistency, you will step into a completely different realm. Breaking out of the finite, the path of the ancestor will have infinite possibilities. With the help of various means, lifespan will no longer have specific restrictions. It is a real helper that can help the immortals change the chess game of the universe.

She herself was Bai Yuan's greatest helper, a patriarch who had cultivated the Way of Destruction, the daughter of the Queen of Wa, and Bai Yuan's wife. Luo Tongluo looked toward the sacred wooden coffin, and through the lid, she saw Ashura's smiling face. A flicker of relief flashed in her eyes. After all, he hadn't suffered any pain in his death. Being able to have two immortals join forces was a worthy achievement for the patriarch's cultivation.

The Mother Goddess Chivada lay in front of the coffin, pressed tightly against the ground. Under Luo Tongluo's pressure, she was no different from a dead dog.

Compared to Xu Fengjin's fear, she has been hovering on the edge of death. Whether she stays in this era or not, she will eventually escape the fate of death. She is naturally aware of the crisis hidden behind Asura's death, but it also makes her sense of a chance.

After the gods left the sword world, the entire sword world became more empty than ever before. Asura's body was left in the sacred wooden coffin with no one guarding it, which made her feel that she had the opportunity to steal the body of the ancestor.

As long as she obtains the corpse of Asura's ancestor and refines the ancestor's divine source and divine way, neither Xu Fengjin nor Wudao God will be her opponent, and the life-and-death crisis will naturally be resolved.

Chen Ping and Xu Fengjin walked into the courtyard, glanced at the Mother Goddess Qiwada lying on the ground, and then turned their gaze to the woman beside the sacred wooden coffin.

Xu Fengjin's hair stood on end as he met the woman's azure eyes. His vision instantly turned scarlet, his five senses were blocked, and he could no longer get any information from the outside world.

He drew out his magic sword and swung it wildly in panic, but he just kept going in circles and could not move more than three feet away.

Chen Ping looked at the woman in front of him and guessed her identity through her Shura fighting spirit.

Before he could speak, the woman spoke first, "Are you an old man from the past, or a young man from the future?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Ping's eyes were slightly stern.

"If you are an old fellow, perhaps I can learn from you some past events that are buried in the dust of history, which would be interesting. But if you are from the future, then it would be meaningless. Although matter does not change, the power of time is irreversible. What has happened will happen again, and what has been done will be done again. Even if you say it out loud, time will annihilate this period of time and space." Luo Tongluo smiled faintly.

Luo Hailuo's words were full of information. Chen Ping pondered for a moment before asking, "Ancestor Luo Hailuo doesn't seem surprised that I came from the future?"

"You came from the eternal material of creation left by the Queen Mother, so what's so strange about that? Over the long years, I have seen people like you eight out of ten times.

Even if you come from the future, what use can you make? Those who have not comprehended the essence of the Way of Heaven are ultimately just passers-by on this journey of creation. You cannot change the past, and I cannot learn about the future from you."

"If not, I would like to know from you who will be the final winner of this battle?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the sword world, which was originally at noon, suddenly became dark. Chen Ping looked up and saw an extremely huge palm falling towards the sword world from the distant starry sky.

In the sword world, holy swords soared into the sky, and three thousand sword gods met the enemy at the same time.

Siming Tianjun, Dongzhen Tianjun... familiar sword monks wielded their swords to fight against the giant dark hand.

One sword after another broke, and the sword gods turned into fiery meteors and fell back to the land of the sword world, their bodies and souls destroyed.

Deep within the Sword God Temple, six divine swords rose into the sky. They were six of the seven divine swords that made up the Seven Star Swords.

The divine sword gathered the power of the entire sword world and stabbed towards the dark palm in the sky, piercing its palm. Divine blood gushed out, submerging the six divine swords and falling towards the Origin Temple in the south of the sword world.

From beginning to end, the Sword Ancestor never appeared.

The master of the sword world fled without a fight, leaving behind only six divine swords.

At this moment, all the water in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of the sword world suddenly rose into the air and transformed into a huge water giant. The power of time and space gathered and struck a blow towards the sky to cut off time and space.

Outside the starry sky, rays of dark light emerged, and the Eight Phases of Dark Magic transformed into eight towering giants in the starry sea, attacking the owner of the dark palm.

"Have you really joined forces?" Luo Tongluo sighed softly, and a tripod appeared in her hand. She tapped the tripod with her jade hand, and the sound waves of destruction spread out in all directions. The Mother Goddess Qiwada was the first to be swept by the sound waves. She froze strangely, and then her body turned into a five-colored clay figure.

Next came Chen Ping and Xu Fengjin. The destructive wave swept over. Even though Chen Ping's clone's cultivation level surpassed that of the quasi-ancestor and was infinitely close to the real ancestor, he had no power to resist, nor was there any need to resist.

He looked down at his hands, and his fleshy palms had turned into colorful mud without him knowing when.

After a while, only Luo Tongluo remained in the courtyard. She looked at the three identical clay sculptures in the courtyard and sneered, "Still the same as before, not a single bit has changed. How boring."

The three colorful clay figures immediately shattered and disappeared into thin air.

Luo Tongluo was not surprised and ignored it. He began to use all his strength to activate the tripod in his hand. The shadow of Shura's fighting soul sea appeared behind him. The shadow contained the same level of destruction method, but it was many times more powerful than the one created by Ashura before his death.

One is just the beginning, the other is the ultimate.

　There is one more chapter to be updated tomorrow morning, and the rest of the updates will be done during the day as much as possible. The author works during the day and is used to writing at night. It is almost dawn when he finishes writing and proofreading, so the update time is relatively late.

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