Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 162 Telepathy

A group of three figures walked along the riverbank. Besides the original Zen Master, there was also the monk Wufa and Xue Qinghong, the lord of Wanxiang City.

"Thank you for saving me, Master."

The emperor thanked him, but did not lower his guard.

“At Zhengyang Tower, you helped me and my nephew Wufa. This sword strike is to repay your kindness.” Zen Master Liaoyuan still held the Pudu Holy Sword, maintaining a guarded posture.

Being in the underworld, one must never let one's guard down. If the Ghost King were to entangle him, even a sword saint could be in danger of perishing.

Xue Qinghong gazed into the depths of the underworld, where the seven-colored divine light was faintly visible, but the terrifying aura that was gradually reviving made him hesitate to go any further.

Even the most miraculous medicine is good, but one must be alive to retrieve it. Even the Old Man of Ghost Moon could not withstand a single blow. He admitted that he was only slightly stronger than the Old Man of Ghost Moon, and far inferior to the Old Ancestor of Death Zen and the Six Tribulations Ghost King.

"The ghost kings on the outer edge of the underworld are just minor troublemakers. The truly terrifying beings are all in the inner circle. With the emergence of the divine medicine, those terrifying beings are already awakening. If we cannot return to the Kunlun Realm as soon as possible, we will only face death."

Xue Qinghong, carrying the Flying Immortal Holy Sword, raised her eyebrows and looked at Emperor Yi: "I noticed earlier that you seemed to be able to sense the spatial fluctuations above the River of Corpses. Do you have a way to take us out of the underworld?"

Emperor Yi didn't know the three people in front of him well and didn't trust them, but in the current situation, he didn't seem to have any reason to bargain. A thought crossed his mind.

"I am only 30% sure that I can return to Kunlun Realm. It is still unknown whether I can do so. If I take the risk rashly, I may very well die on the River of Corpses."

"Only 30%?" Xue Qinghong frowned slightly, unwilling to take the risk, but there seemed to be no better option at the moment.

Di Yi was not only 30% confident. After mastering the Heavenly Demon Innate Diagram and greatly improving his mastery of the Dao of Origin, he was 90% confident that he could safely return to the Kunlun Realm.

But he didn't want to bring Xue Qinghong and the other two along.

Master Liaoyuan severed the Holy Soul of Old Man Guiyue with a single sword strike, thus rescuing him from danger and displaying considerable friendliness.

But who knows what their true thoughts are? Perhaps they just want to use Di Yi to return to the Kunlun Realm. Whether they will attack him after they successfully reach the other side is still unknown.

Master Liaoyuan gave a look to the monk Wufa beside him and said, "Staying here and waiting for the terrifying beings from the depths of the underworld to emerge will only lead to our deaths. This humble monk and my nephew are willing to try this 30% chance. Please take us with you, Benefactor Di Yi."

The two monks were so resolute that Di Yi couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Xue Qinghong frowned and shook his head. A 30% chance was far too low. He was confident enough in his cultivation level and believed he could find a better way.

"I won't go with you. With the emergence of the divine medicine, all the powerful will be vying for it. Perhaps there will still be a chance to get a share of the pie." Although Xue Qinghong said this, she was more concerned with saving face as the Sword Saint King.

The emperor leaped onto an ancient corpse floating on the river, and Zen Master Liaoyuan and Monk Wufa followed without hesitation.

"These two masters really trust me. Aren't you afraid I was just bragging?"

Emperor Yi took out the Azure Dragon and White Tiger holy swords and used them as oars to propel the ancient corpse forward.

He activated his True Source Demon Eye to its fullest extent, carefully observing the direction of the spatial rifts on the River of Corpses, and moved forward with difficulty and slowness.

The spatial forces here are extremely chaotic, with mysterious rules separating Yin and Yang, and life and death. Ghosts are unaffected, but it is extremely difficult for living beings to cross over.

Zen Master Liaoyuan sat cross-legged on the back of the ancient corpse, showing extraordinary trust in Di Yi, seemingly not worried about being trapped in the river of corpses.

“By staying by your side, there is at least a 30% chance of escaping. But if we stay in the underworld, there is no chance of survival. Nephew Wufa and I do not have the cultivation level of Lord Xue. We should gamble on your 30% chance of survival.”

Monk Wufa, whose practice was short, could not compare with Zen Master Liaoyuan's state of mind. He took out a staff, walked to Di Yi's side, and asked, "Benefactor, is there anything this humble monk can do to help?"

Di Yi needed to concentrate fully to observe the spatial rift, and since the monk couldn't speak up, he readily agreed.

"Master, please follow my instructions."

"it is good."

Xue Qinghong stood on the riverbank, watching the three figures on the river wriggling on the surface of the corpse river. She gradually realized that they were almost in the middle of the river, so how come they hadn't encountered any danger?

It's not that there's a 30% chance; are they really that lucky?
"No, this kid is lying to me. His confidence level is definitely more than 30%."

Xue Qinghong was furious, but Di Yi and the other two had already reached the middle of the river, and there was nothing he could do.

Upon reaching the center of the river, the spatial rifts around them became increasingly dense. The Emperor kept issuing commands, and the monk Wufa controlled the ancient corpse, causing it to sway left and right.

Zen Master Liaoyuan finally couldn't sit still any longer. He picked up the Holy Sword of Salvation and joined the rowing team, working with Monk Wufa to control the direction of the ancient corpse.

Another half hour passed, and the spatial rifts around them gradually decreased. They successfully crossed the River of Corpses and returned from the underworld to the area of ​​the Fallen Gods' Tomb Forest. The rules of heaven and earth were suddenly very different.

Emperor Di slumped down, his face pale. Monk Wufa and Zen Master Liaoyuan were also panting heavily. For over an hour, they had controlled the ancient corpse, changing its direction with the slightest difference, which had taken a heavy toll on their mental strength. "Amitabha, Buddha bless us! With a 30% chance, we actually made it through!" Monk Wufa exclaimed excitedly.

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Liaoyuan chuckled and said, "This is not thanks to the Buddha, but entirely thanks to Benefactor Di Yi. Benefactor Di Yi said he was only 30% sure, but in reality he was at least 80% sure. With the two of us, we are now 100% sure we can escape from the underworld."

The emperor's expression changed slightly as he looked at Zen Master Yuan and asked in surprise, "How did you see that, Master?"

"Has Benefactor Di Yi ever heard of the Five Eyes and Six Supernatural Powers of Buddhism?"

"Like thunder."

“This humble monk has been fortunate enough to acquire a rudimentary understanding of the Six Supernatural Powers, namely the power of knowing others’ minds. Therefore, I was able to discern that what you said earlier was not true, and I was more than 30% certain of it. That is why I was unable to cross the River of Corpses with you,” said Zen Master Liaoyuan.

The Six Supernatural Powers in Buddhism, also known as the Six Divine Powers, are the divine eye, the divine ear, the ability to know others' minds, the ability to know past lives, the ability to travel at will, and the ability to expiate all defilements.

The first patriarch of Buddhism, Kasyapa Buddha, is said to have had five eyes and six supernatural powers, each of which has the ability to penetrate heaven and earth.

The Zen Master Liaoyuan was able to cultivate the ability to understand others' minds, one of the six supernatural powers. Even if it was only a superficial understanding, it was still an extraordinary skill.

"So Master has mastered the methods of Buddha. My little schemes are nothing but a laughing stock in front of you." Di Yi smiled, but became wary. They hadn't completely left the spatial rift yet. If Zen Master Liaoyuan made any move, he could make him pay the price.

"It's just a superficial understanding. Even the holy monk Sumeru from 100,000 years ago wouldn't dare say he's achieved the Six Supernatural Powers. How could this humble monk be worthy of such praise?" Zen Master Liaoyuan shook his head and said.

"Uncle-Master, since you knew that Benefactor Di Yi could take us away from the underworld, why didn't you tell Lord Xue Cheng before?" Monk Wufa asked, puzzled.

“Just as Benefactor Di Yi doesn’t trust us, I, your martial uncle, also don’t trust Lord Xue. Although we didn’t obtain the elixir of life this time in the underworld, we did obtain a few treasures that can prolong life. Not only does Abbot need them, but the senior sword saints of Wanxiang City also need them. The two of us are no match for Xue Qinghong,” said Zen Master Liaoyuan.

Monk Wufa nodded in agreement. Since it involved the abbot of the Bodhi Temple, his master, he couldn't be too cautious.

But leaving Xue Qinghong in the underworld like this seems somewhat immoral?
Di Yi listened from the side, suppressing his thoughts, worried that Zen Master Liaoyuan might overhear.

On the river, a wave crashed, causing the ancient corpse to shake and revealing spatial rifts that were dark, cold, and terrifying.

The two monks quickly settled down, but Di Yi seized this rare opportunity, leaping up and crossing dozens of feet to land on another ancient corpse. He used his palm force to propel himself away, quickly widening the distance between himself and the two monks.

He stood on the ancient corpse, looked at the original Zen master, and smiled, "Master is right. One should always be wary of others. I think it would be best if we parted ways here. With your abilities, Master, you should be able to get through this last stretch of road with a little more effort."

“Benefactor Di Yi, why do this? My uncle and I truly have no ill intentions towards you. You led us out of danger and saved our lives. How could we be ungrateful?” Monk Wufa shouted.

Master Liaoyuan simply smiled and bowed to the emperor, saying, "It is understandable that you do not trust me. I am grateful for your help today. If you ever come to the Western Regions, please visit the Bodhi Temple so that I can fulfill my duty as a host."

"Once I have the cultivation level of a master, I will definitely pay you a visit." Di Yi's laughter echoed on the river, and his figure drifted further and further away until he disappeared on the river.

After drifting downstream along the River of Corpses for half a day, Di Yi finally slowly reached the shore.

Stepping back onto the land of Kunlun Realm, a sense of relief and survival welled up within me.

After the great battle, the Fallen Gods' Tomb Forest was razed to the ground and its appearance was drastically changed.

The ghost kings were drawn back to the underworld by the scent of the divine medicine, while the army of the dead charged toward the Eastern Region. Along the way, Di Yi did not encounter many underworld undead.

Stepping out of the Fallen Gods' Tomb Forest, the sky outside was filled with countless stars.

A crescent moon hangs amidst the starlight.

With the evening breeze caressing his face, Di Yi felt cheerful. Thinking of the previous battle, he immediately fled into the Fallen God Mountain Range, worried that there might still be Undying Blood Clan or powerful figures from the Eastern Divine Land guarding the vicinity.

Centered on the Tomb of Fallen Gods, an area spanning tens of thousands of miles was devastated, with mountains collapsing.

The earth is riddled with ravines and gullies, where molten lava, not yet cooled, still flows.

On one of the mountain peaks, Di Yi discovered the aura of the leader of the First-Class Hall. He released it voluntarily, seemingly unafraid of being found.

Di Yi rushed over as fast as he could and saw the familiar figure on the mountaintop.

The head of the First-Class Hall, the Illusionary Saint, and the Nine-Headed Qilin, the Grand Steward of the Universe.

At the top of the mountain stood a black cross, with a holy corpse nailed to it—it was Xu Sheng, who had been dead for some time.

Seeing that Di Yi had returned safely, Huan Sheng was overjoyed and hurriedly came forward to greet him, saying, "Junior Brother, you actually escaped from the Underworld on your own. I learned from Xu Sheng that you crossed the River of Corpses and entered the Underworld. I was worried that you might encounter danger, so I sent a message to Master. She should be arriving soon."

(End of this chapter)