Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 209 Dark Dao Diagram, Laws of the Mind Realm

Marquis Cangming, clad in black bone armor, stood on the towering, mountain-like city wall of the Northern Mountain Camp alongside several supreme-level experts from the Rakshasa Clan, gazing upon the vast territory of the Northern Continent of the Ancestral Spirit Realm.

The Ancestral Spirit Realm had been reduced to a battlefield of merit for only thirty years before it was reduced to scorched earth by the Holy Kings and powerful beings of the Heavenly Court and Hell Realms, and the world was shattered into four pieces.

Thirty years ago, when Marquis Cangming first entered the Ancestral Spirit Realm, he was merely a tenth-rank marquis who had just entered the Saint Realm.

After thirty years of fighting and hundreds of battles, large and small, I have finally achieved my current level of skill and status.

After the Battlefield of Merit entered its second phase, all the Rakshasa cultivators above the Saint Realm had left, leaving only one or two Saint Kings with special identities behind.

Marquis Cangming's strength was insignificant in the first stage of the merit battlefield, but in the second stage, a second-class marquis became extremely important.

He even received the honor of being received by Princess Luo Sha of the Tianluo Divine Kingdom.

It should be noted that Princess Luo Sha is the daughter of Emperor Luo Yan of the Tianluo Divine Kingdom, holding a prestigious position and serving as the supreme commander of the Ancestral Spirit Realm's Merit War.

The North Mountain Camp is a crucial camp for the Rakshasa Clan in the Northern Continent of the Ancestral Spirit Realm. It existed at the very beginning of the Merit War in the Ancestral Spirit Realm, and the camp contains numerous formations left by powerful array masters, making it impregnable.

It's noon and the sun is shining brightly.

Marquis Cangming's expression gradually turned grim. All four teams he had sent out to investigate had already passed their due date, and not a single one had returned.

At that moment, deep blue fiery clouds surged up from the distant horizon, obscuring the sky.

Before long, the fields outside the North Mountain camp became scorching and distorted, like the end of the world.

Marquis Cangming looked at the burning grass and trees outside the camp, and the rocks on the ground were gradually turning red and showing signs of melting: "What a powerful aura. How many saints from the Seven Realms of Shatuo have come?"

On the city wall, two enormous Rakshasa True Saints beat the war drums, their holy energy blending into the sound.

"Get ready to fight."

At the command of Marquis Cangming, all the Rakshasa warriors in the camp erupted with fighting spirit, condensing into an evil cloud above the camp. The cloud stretched endlessly, releasing boundless cold air and killing intent, confronting the blue clouds on the horizon.

"Wow!"

A sharp bird cry rang out from the blue clouds.

One after another, azure firebirds flew out from the clouds and headed towards the North Mountain camp. These birds were all made of purifying divine fire, and they were so dense that they crashed into the array light screen outside the camp's city wall in the blink of an eye.

The Purifying Divine Fire is said to incinerate and purify everything, and is extremely domineering.

Although the defensive formation of the Beishan camp was left by the Holy Master, the one currently in charge of the formation is only a female saint of the Rakshasa clan with a spiritual power of level 54, so she cannot unleash the power that the formation should have.

The firebird crashed into the array's light barrier, exploding into countless purifying divine flames that visibly eroded the array.

The operation of the formation depends on the spiritual veins and sacred veins underground. After the Ancestral Spirit Realm was shattered into four pieces, the source of heaven and earth was severely lost, and most of the sacred veins and spiritual veins underground had been depleted, making it impossible to support the operation of a powerful formation.

Marquis Cangming's face was ashen, as if facing a formidable enemy.

This is too bizarre. In the Seven Realms of Shatuo, there is actually such a person who can control the legendary Purifying Divine Fire.

A Saint Realm expert who wields the Purifying Divine Flame is a rare find, even among the Rakshasa Clan; such a person is an absolute prodigy.

"boom!"

Outside the camp, a fissure over a hundred feet wide opened up in the earth, from which extremely cold water gushed forth, carrying a chilling aura that could freeze everything, and swept towards the North Mountain camp in an overwhelming manner.

A dragon's shadow can be vaguely seen in the flowing water, resembling the legendary mythical beast Yinglong.

"This is definitely a group of top Saint Realm experts from the Seven Realms of Shatuo attacking the North Mountain camp. Gentlemen, if we can hold our ground today, Her Highness the Princess will surely remember our great achievements. Rakshasa warriors, fight!"

Marquis Cangming was filled with fighting spirit, and the Rakshasa army behind him also shouted battle cries.

He came from humble beginnings and had faced countless life-or-death situations to achieve his current success. If he wanted to go further, he needed to seize the opportunity to gain the favor of the Rakshasa Princess. With just a little guidance, he would be able to soar to great heights.

Several powerful figures at the Supreme Saint level, including Marquis Cangming, took out their sacred artifacts and struck the Fire Cloud and the Spring of Water respectively.

Above the North Mountain camp, amidst the fiery clouds, a dark world appeared.

It is a sacred image of spiritual power, the eternal night of burial.

It was a world shrouded in eternal darkness, so evil that even the deathly aura of the Rakshasa race paled in comparison.

A dark giant stood at the center of the world, his eyes open, his gaze as bright as the moon, captivating and mesmerizing.

The ground trembled and the sky seemed to collapse. Although no one was in sight, the area outside the North Mountain camp looked like the end of the world.

Marquis Cangming took out a sacred artifact with ten thousand patterns and, together with several supreme saints, unleashed the power of a perfect luminary.
First, he launched an attack at the fiery cloud, and then unleashed a second strike, this time aimed at the ground.

In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, the fiery clouds and gushing springs were driven back, and the dark world above the clouds gradually receded as well.

"Fight! Don't let the cultivators from the Heavenly Court escape."

A Rakshasa marquis shouted loudly, carrying sacred artifacts and warships, and prepared to leave the camp to pursue them.

The sounds of horns and war drums resounded throughout the heavens and earth, igniting the fighting spirit of the hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa troops.

Marquis Cangming, however, was very cautious. He watched the strange fire clouds recede and the underground springs emerge, but did not order a pursuit.

As long as they don't leave the North Mountain camp, protected by the Holy Master's formation, they will be invincible. "Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

Forcibly suppressing the boiling fighting spirit of his army, Marquis Cangming never left the area covered by the camp's formation.

Hundreds of miles away, atop a low mountain, Emperor Yi stood with his hands behind his back, the mountain wind ruffling his dark cloak.

He frowned slightly as he looked towards the majestic North Mountain Camp.

"The leader of the Rakshasa clan is really cautious; he didn't even chase after us."

Di Yi felt slightly helpless. There were several Rank 8 formations in the Beishan camp, forming a perfect array barrier between them, which was practically impenetrable.

He originally intended to infiltrate it using the power of darkness.

Unexpectedly, the Rakshasa army in the North Mountain camp possessed a treasure that could counteract dark techniques.

A magical mirror floats at the entrance of the camp, capable of seeing through any disguise. No one other than a Rakshasa cultivator can infiltrate it.

This was the first time that Di Yi's dark path had suffered a setback and encountered an opponent.

That precious mirror must have had an extraordinary origin. From it, Di Yi sensed the Daoist essence of the Nine Eternal Daos, which was likely related to the Dao of Destiny.

Of the nine eternal paths, destiny and nothingness are the most powerful. The Temple of Destiny in the Forest of No Return is the supreme temple of the underworld, possessing the power to command the ten races.

“Cultivators of the Path of Destiny are not uncommon in the Hell Realm, so it is not surprising that a treasure of destiny appeared in the North Mountain Camp.”

In fact, although there are quite a few treasures of destiny in the underworld, they are all extremely valuable and are definitely not something that ordinary saints can possess.

The reason why there is such a treasure of destiny in the Beishan camp is that during the first phase of the Ancestral Spirit Realm Merit War, the commander guarding the camp was a Rakshasa cultivator who was proficient in the Dao of Destiny.

This mirror of destiny is what he left behind.

Marquis Cangming only got a bargain.

"The Path of Destiny and the Path of Darkness both belong to the Nine Eternal Paths, and there is no distinction between them in terms of superiority or inferiority. The fact that I could not infiltrate the camp using the methods of the Path of Darkness must be because the cultivator of the Path of Destiny who refined that treasure mirror was far more powerful than me, and his understanding of the Path of Destiny was based on my Path of Darkness."

"If we can condense a Dark Dao Diagram, we should be able to deceive everyone and infiltrate the camp."

Di Yi seemed to be deep in thought, pondering the possibility of condensing a dark Dao diagram in a short period of time.

In the end, I gave up on the idea.

The Dark Dao Diagram is a sacred manifestation that is formed after the Dark Dao has been cultivated to a certain level.

The same applies to the other eight eternal paths.

For example, cultivators of the Way of Time can condense a River of Time, cultivators of the Way of Space can condense a True Domain of Space, cultivators of the Way of Destiny can condense a Gate of Destiny, cultivators of the Way of Truth can condense a Realm of Truth, and cultivators of the Way of Origin can condense a Tower of Origin...

The Dark Dao Diagram is a unique manifestation of the Dao of Darkness. Only cultivators who condense the Dao Diagram can be considered to have truly entered the inner sanctum of the Dark Dao.

The Dark Path Diagram is divided into four levels, from lowest to highest: Netherworld, Profound Darkness, Eternal Night, and Endless.

Every dark cultivator has only one chance to condense a dark Dao diagram.

Once the Dao diagram is condensed, it will greatly influence the cultivator's future cultivation, and it is a major event that determines the path of cultivation.

With Di Yi's current cultivation level and attainments in the Path of Darkness, even if he were to condense a Dark Dao Diagram, it would only be the weakest Tongyou Dao Diagram, which would be tantamount to cutting off his own path of cultivation.

"If the Dark Path Map doesn't work, then we'll have to find another way."

The Rakshasa tribe inside the camp was too cautious, and Di Yi was unable to infiltrate them, so a direct attack was out of the question.

Although he was powerful, he was only a Saint. To attack a large camp that the Rakshasa clan had been building for decades by himself was not without a chance, but the possibility of success was at least slim.

"If you won't let me in, you can't just not let the Rakshasa cultivators in either."

With a plan in mind, Di Yi turned and left, beginning his search for the Rakshasa Saint in the vicinity.

A day later, after Emperor Yi had swept through tens of thousands of miles around, cleared out all the Rakshasa cultivators he encountered, and collected a large number of Rakshasa remnant souls and holy blood, more than a dozen Rakshasa saints appeared behind him.

The strongest cultivators reached the early stage of True Saint, while the weakest were still Upper Realm Saints.

They were all captured by the Emperor and then imprinted with the Soul-Capturing Seal, turning them into slaves.

The Law of the Mind and the Way of the Spirit are Di Yi's most powerful spiritual means. Although he is still at the first level of 'Soul Seal', he has not yet felt the limit of enslaving dozens of Saint Realm experts at the same time.

The path of the mind, controlling the number of puppets is not without limit, and requires a considerable amount of mental and spiritual effort.

Controlling puppets is also a form of cultivation. The higher one's attainment in the realm of the mind, the higher one's level in the path of the mind, and the more puppets one can control and the higher one's cultivation level will be.

According to Di Yi's estimation, with his current spiritual power cultivation, coupled with the first layer of the Mind Realm's 'Soul-Capturing Seal', he could only control one hundred Supreme Saints or twenty First-Step Saint Kings at the same time.

To improve further, one must either break through to the Saint King level in terms of mental strength or enter the second level of the 'Puppet Master' realm in terms of mental state.

Once again outside the North Mountain camp, Di Yi looked at the group of Rakshasa Saints who had successfully entered the camp, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"It's time to take action."

(End of this chapter)