Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 203 The Rebellious God Stele, the Supreme Saint
Tianmo Ridge is located on the eastern border, adjacent to the wilderness and the East Sea.

Many years ago, there were thirty-six prefectures and kingdoms here, but now they have been unified into one superior prefecture and kingdom—Yunwu Prefecture and Kingdom.

Within Yunwu County, half is human civilization and the other half is primeval jungle. At the boundary between the two, a great river flows. Where the river is wide, the water flows gently, resembling a lake.

This river is called the Luo River.

Hundreds of years ago, the Luo River descended from the sky, transforming into a river that nourished hundreds of millions of people along its banks, making this barren land incredibly fertile.

At this moment, on the surface of the Luo River, one after another, massive warships with hidden dragons cut through the waves.

The Hidden Dragon Hall is currently the only third-rate sect in Tianmo Ridge. It is neither righteous nor evil, and has close ties with both righteous and evil forces, making it quite unique.

Several months ago, four semi-saint elders of the Hidden Dragon Hall led tens of thousands of disciples to the banks of the Luo River, deploying hundreds of giant ships to search along the river, seemingly looking for something.

The royal family of Yunwu County naturally received the news, but King Zhang Shaochu of Yunwu County only sent someone to inquire a couple of times. After receiving an ambiguous answer, he did not pursue the matter further.

"Brother, what exactly is the Hall Master looking for? We've practically turned Luoshui upside down, and we've found quite a few things, but none of them are what the Hall Master needs."

"Why ask so many questions? We'll just do as the leader instructs. Even if we have to turn the place upside down, or even drain the entire Luo River, we'll find what the leader wants."

"Don't just sit there, everyone get to work. Miss Luo has called in cultivators from the Luo Sheng Clan for help. If they find us first, it will be a disgrace."

The four Zhao brothers each led a fleet of ships and split up to continue their search.

On the largest of the dragon-shaped warships, a man and a woman stood on the top deck, looking like a perfect couple.

The woman, dressed in a white martial arts robe, demonstrated her fist techniques with each move, while the man followed behind, learning diligently. After just one demonstration, he had mastered most of the techniques and entered the field.

"The Luoshui Fist is the signature technique of Master Luo. If you teach this technique to me, wouldn't that be a betrayal of the Luo Sheng Clan?" Di Yi put down his fist and stood up, chuckling lightly.

Luo Shuihan shook his head slightly and said, "The Void Ancestor knew that you had cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm and had long intended to pass on the Luo Shui Fist Technique to you to balance the Yang energy in your body. If it weren't for your mediation, those past events between the Void Ancestor and the Flying Feather Sword Saint would not have been able to be wiped clean."

"Without a clear and open mind, one cannot reach a higher realm."

"So, it seems that Dean Luo has already broken through to the Saint King Realm."

"I've already broken through, and I'm currently in seclusion to consolidate my cultivation. By the way, what exactly are you looking for in Luoshui?" Luo Shuihan asked curiously.

Di Yi thought for a moment and replied, "A stone tablet."

"What's the origin?"

"It came with the Luo River and is a treasure that even the gods tried to seize a hundred thousand years ago."

Upon hearing this, Luo Shuihan was shocked and realized just how precious what Emperor Yi was looking for was.

"You're telling me such important news? Aren't you afraid I'll become greedy?"

Upon hearing this, Di Yi chuckled: "Firstly, I trust your character. Secondly, if you really want it, what harm is there in digging it out of the Luo River and giving it to you?"

Luo Shuihan's expression shifted slightly, but after a moment she shook her head: "This is your opportunity, I don't want it."

Two days later, the cultivators of Qianlong Hall unearthed a stone tablet downstream of the Luo River and immediately notified Di Yi.

When Di Yi arrived, the stone tablet had already been cleaned and stood on the riverbank.

To be precise, this is a broken stele, six zhang high, four zhang wide, and one zhang and five chi thick, incredibly heavy, weighing over a hundred million jin.

Emperor Yi stepped forward and reached out to touch the ancient characters on the stele. These characters were left by powerful gods and once represented endless glory, the pinnacle of a civilization.

Unfortunately, just like the broken stone tablet before us, that civilization has also vanished into thin air, leaving only some historical dust in the world.

"Rebellious God" is both the name of the monument and a name for a certain ethnic group.

Even in the realm of gods, it is forbidden.

Luo Shuihan was also carefully examining the stone tablet, his brows furrowed. He said, "What is the origin of this stone tablet? Every character on it seems to contain endless mysteries, unlike anything left behind by a sacred realm. Could they all originate from gods?"

“It is indeed left by the gods, but it is not of great value. It is too difficult to comprehend, and it is hard to gain anything from it,” Emperor Yi said.

Luo Shuihan was slightly disappointed. He looked at the neat gap at the top of the stele and said, "This is just a broken stele. The rest may still be in the Luo River. I told them to continue the search."

This time, Di Yi remained silent, allowing the people from the Hidden Dragon Hall and the Luo Saint Clan to continue their search in the Luo River.

As a result, naturally, there was no gain.

Di Yi did not continue searching on the Luo River, but stayed on the riverbank.

He tasted wine and discussed alchemy with two elderly men who had been secretly observing him.

These two men were named Gu Songzi and Feng Zuisheng.

They were all disciples of the Demon Emperor from eight hundred years ago, and were fellow disciples of Ling Feiyu's father, Ling Xiu.

A year has passed since Empress Chi Yao became a god. Di Yi's spiritual power has reached the peak of the fifty-fourth level. He also has a certain level of expertise in alchemy. Although he is not as good as Gu Songzi, the alchemy master, he has his own unique understanding of alchemy.

Feng Zuisheng is a pure alcohol fanatic, with a deep love for strong liquor, which is somewhat similar to Nangong Shi.

From his collection, Di Yi sampled many rare and exquisite wines, and within just two or three months, he had forged a friendship with them. Of course, being able to associate with two Saint King realm experts on equal footing relied more on their strength.

"Why are you two not spending time with Zhang Ruochen, but instead coming to my place?"

“You’ve caused such a commotion on the Luo River, we’re curious about what you’re looking for. As for Zhang Ruochen, he’s waited a year and hasn’t died yet, so it’s even less likely he’d go looking for death now.” Feng Zuisheng took a big gulp of Dragon Spirit Mad Bull Wine, feeling quite annoyed.

Coming to Tianmo Ridge was not their own choice, but was at the behest of the Holy Ancestor of Mingtang, Kong Lanyou. Kong Lanyou had already broken through to the Great Saint realm and was a powerhouse comparable to Shi Qianjue, whom they could not afford to offend. Although he was taken away by Empress Chi Yao, who knew when he would return? They could only obediently listen to her and keep an eye on Zhang Ruochen.

"The Luo River is from outer space. I was just curious if there were any treasures in it. I was just looking around since I had nothing else to do."

The two naturally didn't believe it, but there was nothing they could do about Di Yi. Even if they could beat him, Di Yi had two Great Saints, Evil Emperor Xia Han and Nangong Shi, standing behind him. Their backgrounds were even more terrifying than Zhang Ruochen's. Who could afford to offend them?

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then forget it. We came here today to ask you if you have any way to cheer Zhang Ruochen up. With your research on the Way of the Mind, do you have any good ideas?” Gu Songzi asked.

Di Yi pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "A person who gives up on himself can never become a sword saint. I think you two are overthinking it. When it's time to cheer up, he will naturally cheer up. Am I right, Zhang Ruochen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a disheveled man with messy hair appeared from not far away.

It was Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen walked to the table, sat down casually, and without any hesitation, picked up Gu Songzi's wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good wine. It is said that the Emperor One Hall Master's eyes can see through the origin of all things. It is indeed well-deserved. I have now truly comprehended the final level of Sword Seven: no regrets when the sword is drawn."

Both Feng Zuisheng and Gu Songzi were surprised to hear this.

Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level was only at the Xuanhuang Realm, yet he had already become a Sword Saint, which is enough to rank him among the top five in the past thousand years.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an even more monstrous one right in front of them, this achievement alone would be enough to make them the most outstanding sword cultivators in the world.

"Although you appear dejected, your sword intent is sharp and full of resentment and hatred. I can sense it even without seeing it." Di Yi smiled, then his expression suddenly changed. With a flick of his finger, an invisible sword aura flew towards the ground a hundred feet away.

In an instant, dirt flew everywhere, and with a wail, a dark shadow emerged from the ground.

Sitting opposite Di Yi, Zhang Ruochen's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he recognized Di Yi's casual move.

It is the Sword Dao Profound Qi, which can only be condensed after mastering the Sword Eight of the Nameless Sword Manual.

"Palace Master Di Yi, spare my life! I am the Divine Demon Rat. I have seen you before when I was with Palace Master Ling."

The Divine Demon Rat was originally the leader of the thirty-six guardian beast generals of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace of the Moon Worship Demon Cult.

He is now the deputy palace master of the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts, holding a high position within the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect.

"So it was you. No wonder you were acting so suspiciously."

The Divine Demon Rat possessed exceptional stealth abilities. It stealthily approached, and Di Yi only sensed someone approaching without recognizing the Divine Demon Rat's aura.

He only met the Divine Demon Rat once and didn't have a deep impression of him.

Zhang Ruochen had some acquaintance with him and was somewhat surprised to see the Divine Demon Rat in Tianmo Ridge: "How did you end up here?"

“Master Chen, it was Master Hei who sent me,” he said, glancing at Di Yi with some hesitation.

Di Yi had no interest in getting involved in Zhang Ruochen's affairs. He got up and left, covering dozens of feet in a single step, and disappeared from sight a few breaths later.

After seeing him walk away, the Divine Demon Rat revealed the purpose of his trip.

Shi Qianjue, the leader of the Moon Worship Cult, plans to use the cult's holy maiden, Mu Lingxi, as the marriage partner for the Wutong Goddess, Mu Qiuyu.

They will get married soon.

……

On the Luo River, the cultivators from the Qianlong Hall and the Luosheng Clan returned one after another after failing to find anything. Luo Shuihan stood on the water, performing the Thirty-Six Forms of the Luo River Fist.

Emperor Yi took out the mandarin duck jade pendants, held them in his hand, played with them for a while, and then put them away.

Zhang Ruochen's courage in storming Wuding Mountain to steal Mu Lingxi's bride is truly admirable, to be honest.

"Entangled by countless worldly emotions, a thousand swords in hand cannot sever them. No regrets when the sword is drawn. It truly deserves to be a pivotal realm in the wordless sword manual. Each time I comprehend it, I gain a completely new understanding."

Emperor Yi drew his sword and began to dance, the sword moving like a dragon or snake, majestic and grand.

From the White Emperor's Heavenly Pivot to the Zhou Tian Stars, from Sword One to Sword Eight, and then to the minor completion of Sword Nine.

Sword energy surged across the Luo River, and sword intent swept for miles around.

A sword dance lasted for half an hour, and the sacred rules within the Heavenly Ruins of Qi Sea finally took a new step.

Utterly true and supreme.

At this point, Di Yi's martial arts had reached the pinnacle of the Saint Realm.

(End of this chapter)