Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 124 The face is gone, I know not where; the peach blossoms never bloom in spring.
The entire Lingju Hill was destroyed in last night's battle, the underground spiritual veins were damaged, and the Ten Thousand Swords Heaven-Slaying Formation was also affected.

Fortunately, the core of the formation is inside the temple. As long as the temple is not destroyed, the formation can be re-established in a famous mountain or river.

The Azure Feather Sword Saint packed up the entire temple, along with the Crimson Fire Wutong Coffin inside, and together with Mei Huangsheng, led Di Yi and his group south along the Daming River.

After breaking through to the Saint King realm, Qingyu Sword Saint had enough confidence in his own combat power. If he encountered Taige King and Prince Xia, he would not need to use a second sword to take their lives.

This time, however, the Undying Blood Clan launched a massive invasion of the Central Region, with more than one Blood Emperor-level being present. Even the Azure Feather Sword Saint had no choice but to temporarily avoid their attacks.

She plans to go to the Tomb of the Underworld Sword and temporarily reside with the Ancient Clan of the Prison Town.

The environment inside the Hades Sword Tomb is very special, allowing the Holy Soul to remain undying.

The sacred souls of the lineage's founders are located within the Underworld Sword Tomb. As long as the Azure Feather Sword Saint goes there with the Heaven-Slaying Sword, he will be empowered by the sacred souls of the founders and will be able to fight even against the Blood Emperor.

The group boarded the Heavenly Sound Flying Boat, a sacred artifact of the Qin Sect, and headed towards Taizhou.

Di Yi sat cross-legged on the top deck, comprehending the sacred rules of heaven and earth, and integrating more rules into his martial soul.

He successively comprehended the Way of Flowing Light and the Way of Demons, but he always fell short of the Way of Darkness.

Perhaps only when one reaches the Supreme Realm of the Fish-Dragon Realm, and with the help of the power of the Purifying Divine Fire, can one comprehend it.

To refine the tenth drop of divine blood and break through to the Supreme Realm, an altar needs to be built to worship the gods of heaven and earth, but there is no suitable opportunity at the moment.

We can only make plans after we are completely free. There is no need to prepare any more offerings; the holy corpses of the Undying Blood Clan will be the best offerings.

Zhong Yao and Yin Yue did not stay inside the Ding Shi Banner any longer; they were both on the deck at the moment.

Mei Xiluo and Zhong Yao were old acquaintances and not strangers to each other. The two stood side by side, watching Di Yi who was cultivating, each with a look in their eyes.

"Fairy Yao was actually hiding in his personal spacetime treasure. You two have a very close relationship."

Zhong Yao stroked her snow-white chin and said with a charming smile, "Why do I smell a hint of jealousy in Miss Mei's words? Is she falling for Young Master Di Yi?"

Mei Xiluo stood there, stunned, unsure how to answer Zhong Yao's question. Had she fallen for Di Yi? She had only met him last night; how could she be so easily swayed?
But why don't they reject it?

Seeing her expression, Zhong Yao chuckled and shook her head, saying, "Young Master is a true dragon among men. His future achievements are beyond my reach. I certainly cannot catch up with someone like him, nor do I dare to dream of staying by his side forever, going through life and death together. In the end, we can forget each other in the world, which would also be a good ending."

“Miss Mei is the successor of the Sword Saint, and a beauty like a fairy. Her talent in swordsmanship is outstanding. She is a dragon among men. In my opinion, you and the young master are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.”

Zhong Yao is a woman from the black market, with an eccentric and unrestrained personality. She lacks the restraint of ordinary women and can quickly become friends with anyone.

Mei Xiluo was born into an ancient family and stayed in the family from a young age. Later, she became a disciple of the Azure Feather Sword Saint and continued to cultivate on Lingjuan Hill. The most outstanding man she had ever met was her senior brother, Xiang Zhengfeng.

Xiang Zhengfeng is a rigid and somewhat boring person who only has eyes for swordsmanship.

Di Yi's appearance was like opening a completely new door for her.

Do I really have a chance?
She was startled by her own thoughts, and felt extremely embarrassed. She quickly shook her head and said, "What are you saying, Fairy Yao? I have no such thoughts about Junior Brother Di Yi."

……

Three thousand miles west of Qiuzhou City, surrounded by mountains and flowing streams, most of the once towering pavilions and towers are now in ruins. The former glory and splendor of the Zuoqiu family can only be seen in the broken plaques beside the gate.

Several hundred families live in the Red Dust Manor, making a living by growing spiritual herbs and medicines. Thanks to the fertile land and its proximity to the city, they live a prosperous life. However, to avoid the imperial court's investigation, the elders of the Zuoqiu family have hidden the character "Zhongqiu" in their surname, and their descendants now all use "Zuo" as their surname.

"Mr. Xia, it's time for lunch."

"My mother made braised pork today, and she specially asked me to bring you a pot of her homemade peach blossom wine."

The Red Dust Manor is full of peach trees. Every February, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the women of the manor pick the flowers to make wine. When the wine is ready in June, it is then aged in the cellar for two or three months, which is when it tastes the best.

It's August now, and this year's newly harvested peach blossom wine has reached its peak of richness. You can smell the aroma of wine and flowers even through the wine pot.

Xia Han smiled and took the food box and wine pot from the boy's hands, then patted his head: "Thank you for bringing me food every day."

The boy smiled foolishly and shook his head, saying, "What's so hard about this? My mother said that Mr. Xia is our great benefactor, and this is all we should do."

The court of the First Central Empire was both tolerant and domineering. It did not discriminate against the surrendered noble families and sects, but it adhered to the principle of exterminating those who resisted.

After the fall of the Holy Central Empire, the Zuoqiu family resisted for more than two hundred years, making them the most tenacious thorn in the side, and ultimately paying the most tragic price.

The ancient aristocratic family was wiped out in a single day, leaving only two or three collateral branches. A hundred or so family members escaped the calamity and went into hiding.

One branch returned to the Red Dust Manor a century later and started a new life on their ancestral land.

The boy hesitated for a long time before nervously asking a question.

"Mr. Xia, are you a very skilled martial artist? Can you teach me martial arts?"

Why do you want to learn martial arts?

The boy mustered his courage: "If I practice martial arts and become a martial artist, I can fight against savage beasts and protect the medicine field. Father's health is deteriorating day by day."

"The path of martial arts is not easy. Once you embark on it, there is no turning back. Have you thought it through?" The young man nodded repeatedly and knelt down on both knees: "Please teach me, Mr. Xia."

A moment later, the boy got what he wanted and ran out of the garden excitedly.

After the boy walked away, a figure slowly walked over and stepped into the room.

This man wore a Hunyuan crown and a blood-red robe with gold patterns. He had a broad face, a lion's nose, a white face, and no beard. He had a friendly smile on his face, like a merchant who made purchases in the golden pavilions and jade towers of Qiuzhou City.

"The Zuoqiu family's premier divine skill, the Xuantai Dao Book, is being handed over to a mere youth. Is the Evil Emperor helping him, or harming him?"

Summer chill swept through the peach trees in the garden, and autumn had arrived. The peach grove was no longer lush and green, but instead covered with mottled yellow leaves.

Last year in this door today, the face of peach blossoms in red.

The face is gone, I know not where; the peach blossoms... too, never meet spring.

"If you choose to embark on the path of martial arts, you must be prepared to die on this path at any time. Just like Qi Tian Xue Di, who came to Hong Chen Xuan today, did he also intend to become fertilizer for the peach blossoms in this courtyard?"

The newcomer was none other than Qitian Blood Emperor, the strongest among the ten Blood Emperors of the Undying Blood Clan.

Qi Tian Xue Di smiled upon hearing this, bent down and picked up a fallen, withered leaf: "Back then, the Zuoqiu family was like this fallen leaf, swept away by the court and crushed into mud. Evil Emperor, I sincerely admire your ability to kill the Xue Dynasty. You and I are not necessarily enemies. The Undying Blood Clan is also a part of the Kunlun Realm. We just want a place of our own to live. However, the Qing Emperor and Ming Emperor eight hundred years ago were too domineering, and Empress Chi Yao eight hundred years later has become even more tyrannical."

"We have both achieved the status of Great Sages, and we are not subservient to anyone. How can we tolerate someone like that sitting high above us? I think the Black Market and the Undying Blood Clan can cooperate."

Xia Han poured himself a glass of wine. The peach blossom wine entered his mouth, and its aroma bloomed on his taste buds. It was an ordinary wine, yet it surpassed all the sacred wines in the world. However, compared to the wine from eight hundred years ago, it was somewhat lacking in flavor.

For him, wine never intoxicates; it is people who become intoxicated by their own actions.

"How would you like to collaborate?"

The Blood Emperor Qitian laughed and said, "As long as the Evil Emperor is willing to lead the Black Market Saints to declare war on the Imperial Court, my clan will fully support him. To be honest, the Death Zen Sect in the Southern Region and several superior Void Realms outside the Chaos Myriad Realms Mountain have already agreed to cooperate with us. At that time, we will defeat the Imperial Court together. My clan will only take the Northern and Central Regions, the Evil Emperor will take the Eastern Region, the Death Zen Sect will take the Southern Region, and the Void Realms Saints will take the Western Region. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

Xia Han burst into laughter upon hearing this, as if he had heard a joke, and only stopped after a long while.

"If I wanted to take the Eastern Region, I could do so with a flick of my wrist. Why would I need to cooperate with you? Qi Tian Blood Emperor, if you want to cooperate, that's not impossible. You should go to the Central Imperial City first and cut off Empress Chi Yao's head."

Qi Tianxue Di's expression stiffened. If he was confident in beheading Empress Chi Yao, why would he need to cooperate with others?

"Empress Chi Yao must have been seriously injured in the battle at the Central Imperial City a few days ago. Now is the best time to deal with her. If we miss this opportunity, we will never have another chance like this. The Evil Emperor should think it over carefully."

"I do dislike Chi Yao, but compared to her, the Undying Vampires are even more annoying."

"A bunch of foreign insects, like maggots, have lingered in the Kunlun Realm for tens of thousands of years. Do they think that others don't know their true origins? They're too naive."

The history of the Kunlun Realm was interrupted at the end of the Middle Ages, 100,000 years ago. However, the Black Market has a long history and, even after the great calamity, it still retains many records about 100,000 years ago.

There are some rough records of Heaven and Hell.

Records about the Undying Blood Clan indicate that they come from Hell and are invaders, not native creatures of the Kunlun Realm.

The struggle between the imperial court and the black market is an internal conflict within the human race.

The conflict between humans and the barbarians is merely an internal war within the Kunlun Realm.

The feud with the Undead Blood Clan goes on to a much deeper level.

It represents the opposition between the entire Kunlun Realm and Hell.

The relative importance of each is self-evident.

In the Kunlun Realm, there are good and evil, light and darkness, which exist in opposition. But if the soil in which both exist no longer exists, what is the meaning of the struggle between good and evil?

Xia Han looked towards the door and chuckled, "Martial Venerable, since we're here, why hide? Let's meet this leader of the Blood Emperors together."

Wu Zun was a young man dressed in a martial arts robe, with eyes as deep as stars.

He slowly walked in from outside the door. The Qiankun Dao Domain, which evolved from the Qiankun Martial Secret, formed its own world and pulled Qitian Blood Emperor and Xia Han into the Dao Domain.

Martial Venerable looked at Xia Han and laughed, "You knew all along that the Undying Blood Clan would come looking for you?"

Xia Han summoned the Burial Star Halberd and the Nine Phoenix Cauldron, drawing upon the supreme power of the Nine Phoenix Cauldron. His long hair flew wildly, and his fighting spirit soared.

"Chi Yao is the only daughter of the Azure Emperor, a princess raised with a golden spoon since childhood. After the Xue Dynasty was destroyed, she should be given a satisfactory compensation."

The Martial Venerable looked surprised: "I thought you would choose to fight the Empress to the death."

Xia Han walked step by step toward the Blood Emperor Qitian, his voice deep and resonant: "The nine emperors eight hundred years ago were all rigid and inflexible. They gave up everything for a vague future and became the masters of the Universe. I agree with one of the things my ancestors said back then."

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact; the overall situation must be prioritized."

(End of this chapter)