The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 95: Eternity of Matter
Darkness enveloped the area, and the scene before Chen Ping's eyes began to change. All the surrounding matter began to change at an incredible speed. The vast sword world and the towering temple disappeared as if blown away by the wind.

The Sword Qi River was filled with mist again. Chen Ping walked out of the mist, and the scene around him changed back to the eighteenth floor of the Sword Pavilion.

But before he knew it, he had reached the river bank.

Not far from the riverbank, there is a towering ancient dragon-scale tree, and under the tree sits a skeleton with a sword in its hand.

"The remains of the ancestor!"

Mother Goddess Qiwada rushed out from the river and went straight to the remains of the Sword Ancestor under the tree. She was weak and her spirit was stimulated after encountering Luo Tongluo. Only the instinct of survival remained in her eyes.

Chen Ping frowned slightly and was about to make a move when a sword light flew out from the mist and pierced through the Mother Goddess Chiwada. The sword light turned into a divine sword and nailed the Mother Goddess Chiwada to the trunk of the ancient dragon scale tree.

Xu Fengjin's figure slowly walked out of the fog, his eyes bloodshot, the look of fear on his face still not completely gone away.

"I'm back, really back." He murmured as he walked to the ancient dragon scale tree, turned his head to look at Chen Ping, and forced a slightly twisted smile on his face.

"Junior brother, we are back. You are right. We are back even if we die."

Chen Ping stepped forward, and the divine light of truth fell on Xu Fengjin's body, helping him to calm his confused thoughts.

After calming down, Xu Fengjin's eyes became calm again. He ignored the wailing and pleading of Mother Goddess Qiwada on the ancient tree, and his gaze was fixed on the remains of Sword Ancestor under the tree.

"Is this the corpse of the Sword Ancestor's ancestor?"

Chen Ping nodded, walked around the skeleton of the Sword Ancestor, and saw three colorful clay figures that were gradually disintegrating behind him. He said to himself, "As expected."

"Is this the work of fate? It's truly incredible."

Xu Fengjin also followed, and when he saw the colorful clay figurines, many of his doubts were answered.

"Are these clay figurines leading us back through time and space to the ancient times?"

"Time flows forward and cannot be changed. Anyone who tries to change the past will be retaliated by time. Even if the Queen Nuwa who left these clay figures behind has unparalleled cultivation, she cannot send the three of us back to the ancient times against the flow of time." Chen Ping said.

Xu Feng was puzzled. "Since time cannot be reversed, how can we return to the past? Is everything we experienced before fake?"

"Of course it's not fake. We did return to the Ancient Gods and met the Sword Ancestor, Asura, Eternal Day, and the Three Thousand Sword Gods... But it wasn't the power of time that we relied on, but fate." Chen Ping picked up a handful of five-colored mud, looked at the mud in his hand that had lost all the divine power of fate, and continued: "The power of time is the most lethal. The world has changed, but fate has the power to resist the erosion of time. If I'm not mistaken, this handful of five-colored mud has been like this since the Ancient Gods. Billions of years have passed, and the substances in it have not changed at all.

It is through this eternal and unchanging material of creation that our consciousness can rest upon it, returning to the ancient times of billions of years ago."

Xu Fengjin was still confused and frowned, "What do you mean?"

Through the five-colored mud, Chen Ping seemed to see the pinnacle application of the Way of Creation, and a longing arose in his heart. He reached out and broke off a dead branch from the ancient Dragon Scale Tree. He poured the power of the Way of Creation into it, and in the blink of an eye, new buds sprouted from the dead branch, and it became lush and flourishing.

"Brother Xu, I used the Dao of Creation to give this branch new life. Is this equivalent to returning it to the past, to when it was still alive?"

He continued to inject the power of creation, and soon a small flower bloomed on the branch, and then the fruit ripened and fell to the ground. Under the stimulation of the way of creation, the seeds in the fruit germinated, and in the blink of an eye it grew into a small tree several meters tall, a miniature version of the ancient dragon scale tree.

"Using the power of creation to accelerate the growth of a seed, does this mean that it will be carried into the future?"

"Brother Xu, do you understand now?"

Xu Fengjin's expression changed several times, as if he understood but not quite.

"You mean, as long as matter remains eternal and unchanging, time is essentially non-existent, and the past and future don't exist. The changes in time are actually just an illusion caused by the changes in matter itself?"

Chen Ping nodded, "Yes, that's what I mean."

"What you said is absolutely impossible. I practice the way of nothingness and have observed the evolution of cosmic matter in the world of nothingness for hundreds of thousands of years. There is no matter in the world that is eternal and unchanging. The eternal law is that entropy increases rather than decreases. Who can break this law? Unless he is the way of heaven." Xu Feng could not accept this statement.

Chen Ping also felt that this was almost impossible to achieve, but only in this way could they explain their previous experience.

"The Way of Creation is the reshaping of matter. Life and death are merely appearances. If someone's attainment in the Way of Creation is high enough, and their own cultivation power is strong enough, perhaps they can create a substance whose entropy never increases. Or even reduce the entropy of matter throughout the universe and reverse it?"

"The entire universe's matter is flowing back?" Xu Feng shuddered. If there really was such a terrifying existence, what was the point of having such a powerful cultivation in front of it? Even someone as powerful as the Ancestor was part of the universe's matter. If the matter flowed back, the Ancestor would also collapse.

"Impossible, there is absolutely no way such a thing could exist in this world."

Chen Ping didn't say anything more. After all, Xu Fengjin's realm was too low, and he couldn't understand the Taoism at this level.

He turned to look at the skeleton of the Sword Ancestor, and his gaze fell on the ground in front of the skeleton of the Sword Ancestor.

There were dozens of little men crookedly lying on the ground, performing some kind of swordsmanship, and when they were connected together, they formed a magical sword skill.

Chen Ping's heart was shocked, and his mouth was dry for a moment. This sword skill contained endless destructive power and surpassed the scope of Sword Twenty-Seven.

He saw in them the shadow of the destructive sword art that Ashura had created before his death. Compared to that still-emerging form, the one these villains unleashed was a fully developed sword art that truly represented a consistent level of magical power. During the battle in the Sword Realm, the Sword Ancestor fled without a fight, not out of fear for his own death, but rather fearing that his death would end the legacy of the sword art.

The sword art that he wanted to pass on to future generations was not only the wordless sword manual in the sword pavilion, but also the sword in front of him, which represented the highest achievement of sword art and embodied the life-long efforts of the two ancestors.

The Sword Ancestor created the Twenty-Eight Swords based on Ashura's destructive sword art, and the torch will be passed on forever.

Xu Fengjin had not even mastered the Twenty-Fourth Sword, so naturally he could not see how exquisite the sword skills displayed by the little man on the ground were. His mind was completely focused on the skeleton of the Sword Ancestor.

The skeleton of a sword ancestor is of immeasurable value to a cultivator who practices sword. The temptation to Xu Fengjin is ten or a hundred times greater than that of the Purple Heart Tianzun Orchid.

But there was also Chen Ping beside him. There was only one skeleton of the Sword Ancestor, even though there were only two of them. They couldn't split the skeleton into two halves, giving each of them half, right?

"Senior Brother Xu, are you interested in the skeleton of the Sword Ancestor?" Chen Ping's voice rang out.

Xu Fengjin nodded subconsciously, then said, "No, no, no, the Sword Ancestor is a senior swordsman. He has nowhere to bury his bones. Since we, the younger generation of swordsmen, have encountered him, we naturally want to let him rest in peace and protect him from being disturbed by later generations."

Chen Ping memorized the twenty-eight swords on the ground and said, "Compared to the ancient times, the sword art of today is in decline. The Sword Ancestor would rather give up the sword world than pass on the sword art. If he knew that sword cultivation in later generations was so declining, he would surely be heartbroken. This skeleton of his ancestor has gone through so many years, and the ancestor's divinity within it has actually lost most of its bones."

"Although I am also a sword cultivator, I am not a sword cultivator in the main. In comparison, Senior Brother Xu is more suitable to inherit the sword path of the Sword Ancestor and promote the sword path again. This way, I can be said to be worthy of the Sword Ancestor's kindness in teaching me."

Xu Fengjin was overjoyed and asked, "Junior brother, are you serious?"

"Of course." Chen Ping nodded.

Xu Fengjin was about to reach out his hand, but was caught by Chen Ping.

"It's an opportunity, but the Sword Ancestor's bones shouldn't be refined by others."

Chen Ping waved his sleeves, and nine-colored divine fire rose up from all around. The divine fire gathered into a divine flame furnace, wrapping the bones of the Sword Ancestor.

As time passed, the Sword Ancestor's remains no longer had the might of their original ancestors, and gradually melted away under the burning of the divine fire.

Not long after, the entire remains completely turned into ashes, leaving only a sword pill that combined the ancestor's divinity and the ancestor's Tao principles hanging in the divine fire furnace.

Chen Ping took out a wooden box carved from a sacred wood, put the Sword Ancestor's ashes into it, and placed it carefully.

With a wave of his hand, the divine pill that contained the essence of the Sword Ancestor's remaining body fell into his hands.

Xu Fengjin stared at Chen Ping's palm with shining eyes, wishing he could swallow it in one gulp.

"Senior brother, the legacy of the Sword Ancestor is now handed over to you." Chen Ping smiled calmly and handed the magic pill to Xu Fengjin.

Xu Feng had been patient for a long time. He took the magic pill in an instant, swallowed it in one gulp, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are worthy of being my junior brother. When I refine the legacy of the Sword Ancestor and break through to the realms of Heavenly Venerable and Half-Ancestor, I will break into the Heavenly Palace and seize the position of the Lord of the Haotian Heavenly Palace, and let you, my junior brother, take it."

Xu Feng was full of energy and laughed out loud.

But the next moment, his expression changed drastically. A vast divine power gushed out of his body, nearly bursting his mortal body at the peak of the Indestructible Boundless Realm.

Chen Ping showed an expected expression. Although the ancestral divinity in the Sword Ancestor's remains had been lost for the most part and was not worthy of his attention as the ancestor, it was still too much for a cultivator at the peak of the Immortal and Infinite Realm. He would become a big fat man if he ate it in one bite, so Xu Fengjin naturally could not absorb it.

Xu Fengjin felt that his body and sea of ​​consciousness were about to be torn apart, and he urgently needed to release the power in his body, so he slashed at Chen Ping beside him with a sword.

Among those present, Chen Ping had the strongest cultivation, which allowed him to release some of his power.

Chen Ping was well prepared. A vast and terrifying aura burst out from his body. He slapped his palm and landed on Xu Fengjin's body. Eighteen consecutive palm prints formed a sealing force, blocking all of the Sword Ancestor's power in Xu Fengjin's body.

"Brother Xu, the Sword Ancestor's power was hard-earned. How can we waste it like this? I will send you to a good place where you can absorb the Sword Ancestor's legacy. Once you defeat that great demon, you will be at least a half-ancestor, if not the first ancestor."

Xu Fengjin was horrified and looked at Chen Ping in front of him in disbelief, feeling that he was extremely unfamiliar.

"How is it possible that your cultivation is so high?"

He recalled the courtesy that Sword Ancestor, Dongzhen Tianjun and others had shown to Chen Ping before, and instantly understood.

This junior brother of mine is the hidden big tiger.

The terrifying divine power swept past, suppressing Xu Feng effortlessly, and at the same time annihilated the Mother Goddess Qiwada, an ancient god of infinite freedom and the Emperor of the Quantity Organization, who died in such a miserable way.

　The subsequent update time will be changed to the morning.

　　
　
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