Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 242 The Boundless Truth
Dongfang Qingyu waved his hand, and more than a dozen high-level myriad-patterned sacred artifacts flew out and struck the white-robed man.

The man rolled up his white robe, unleashing a torrent of primordial holy power that repelled the vast majority of holy artifacts. Only his calf was struck by a holy arrow of the Nine Luminaries Myriad Patterns level.

"What a profound and subtle way of origin."

Dongfang Qingyu supported the Boundless Realm of Starry Sea Truth, and although he had the upper hand, he was still filled with fear.

This is still under the condition that this person is in a strange state and cannot fight for a long time. If his cultivation were to stabilize, how powerful would his strength be? Perhaps a second Yan Wushen would appear in the world.

Dongfang Qingyu tentatively asked, "What exactly is your background?"

"Who I am is not important. I had no intention of being an enemy of the Temple of Truth. Taking the Demon Sealing Stele was only to do something. Once it was done, I would naturally return it to its rightful owner."

The man smiled and pointed a finger, unleashing a terrifying surge of spiritual energy that transformed into a white jade divine city, enveloping the surrounding area like a celestial palace.

Thunder and wind arose within the divine city, and dozens of illusory pavilions appeared. Five or six disciples of the Temple of Truth were unable to dodge in time and were suppressed into the ground by the pavilions.

"He is already at his last gasp. Fellow junior brothers and sisters, join forces to take him down."

Dongfang Qingyu released his Dao Domain, which combined with the Boundless Realm of Truth of the Starry Sea, unleashing a high-level holy technique that exploded with nine times the power.

Upon seeing this, the man quickly dodged to the side, but the two Nine Luminaries Myriad Pattern Sacred Artifacts came right at his doorstep.

The white-robed man mobilized the fundamental rules, numbering a million, which condensed into a ninety-nine-foot-tall tower of fundamental rules, radiating dazzling white holy light and freezing everyone around him for a moment.

However, he was in extremely poor condition; when he exerted all his strength, cracks appeared on his exposed skin.

Pulling the holy arrow from his calf, the white-robed man tossed it aside, then used the little power he had left to fly into the mountains.

After escaping for dozens of miles, the man in white robes was extremely weak, his steps became unsteady, and his speed slowed down more and more.

Behind them, Dongfang Qingyu and the others were rapidly closing in.

Just as he was about to run out of energy, a figure flew out from the rocky forest, helped the man in white robes up, and retreated into the forest.

The two fled for hundreds of miles, using the darkness to conceal their presence along the way, and only stopped when they had temporarily shaken off their pursuers.

Emperor Yi laughed and said, "Brother Fan, life is full of unexpected encounters. After parting at Kunlongtan, I never thought I would see you again at Fengshentai."

He originally thought Fan Wang was a cultivator from the Temple of Truth, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually the one who stole the Demon Sealing Stele. Rescuing someone from the hands of a divine disciple of the Temple of Truth was very risky, but a true friend is hard to find in life, so how could he stand by and watch someone die, even if they had only met once before?

"How did you find your way here? Are you also here for the Demon-Sealing Stele?"

The white-robed man formed his five fingers into claws and gripped Di Yi's throat. If he uttered a single wrong word, the primal power at his fingertips would render him unconscious.

……

Several powerful auras swept across the southern foothills; they were divine disciples of the Temple of Truth.

As time went on, more and more disciples of the Temple of Truth gathered nearby, intending to hunt down the man in white robes.

"Brother Fan, what is your background? Could you really be a spy from the Hell Realm who infiltrated the Realm of Truth?"

Di Yi turned to look at Fan Wang, who was leaning on his shoulder, exhausted and fast asleep.

"A grown man carrying such a peculiar fragrance, what a strange person."

He looked at the fog ahead, which was many times denser than that on both sides of the Holy River. Even the True Source Demon Eye could only see a few feet away, as a special rule of heaven and earth suppressed the cultivator's perception.

"The Conferred God Platform is an ancient battlefield with many forbidden zones for life. Even gods who venture into it face mortal danger, and those who rashly enter may never come out again."

Di Yi frowned, with pursuers behind him and an unknown world in front of him, caught in a dilemma.

If Fan Wang were simply abandoned, he could turn around and leave. At most, he would be captured and searched by the disciples of the Temple of Truth, but his life would not be in danger.

"Go forward, this is the Bewitching Fog, they dare not pursue us further in."

Just as he hesitated, a faint voice came from behind him.

"Brother Fan, you're awake."

"Keep moving forward, don't be afraid, I'll guide you, you won't encounter any danger."

The voice was weak, but full of confidence.

The Bewitching Mist, as its name suggests, risks even gods getting lost within it; the Holy King's intrusion into it goes without saying.

Fan Wang's words seemed to possess a special magic, making Di Yi unable to help but believe them.

Di Yi made up his mind. The disciples of the Temple of Truth were already very close. Even if he abandoned Fan Wang and left alone at this time, he would definitely be regarded as an accomplice. There was no way to leave. He could only move forward.

"Then I'll trouble Brother Fan to show me the way."

With Fan Wang on his back, Di Yi took a deep breath and plunged into the mist. The surroundings immediately became hazy, as if he were in chaos, unable to distinguish east from west, north from south, or even up from down.

The ground beneath my feet became empty, devoid of any solid objects, as if I had stepped into a void.

"Could we have stumbled into some kind of forbidden zone?"

Di Yi's heart tightened. Surrounded by mist, he couldn't even tell whether he was floating in the air or standing on the ground, let alone find his way.

"Follow this light."

The sound came from behind, just in time.

A beam of primordial holy light flew out from between Fan Wang's eyebrows, condensed into the shape of a candle flame, and drifted in a certain direction.

"Brother Fan, are you sure? I feel it's very dangerous here. If we go the wrong way, we're doomed."

Di Yi looked around and felt very uncomfortable with this sense of powerlessness and insignificance.

"Stop talking nonsense. The Bewitching Fog will devour your soul and life force. If we stay here any longer, we will all die. Follow my instructions. We can't stay any longer."

Di Yi surveyed his surroundings with his True Source Demon Eye, but this was the first time he had seen it fail to do anything. He could only follow behind the primordial holy light, heading in an unknown direction.

The holy light candlelight kept changing direction. Di Yi stopped thinking about it and followed at full speed, changing positions with it.

After an unknown amount of time, the surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and they actually managed to pass through the Mystic Fog, which even the Great Sage feared.

"Put me down."

Fan Wang looked at the Kunlun Realm cultivator he had met once before. Although his cultivation level was not high and his appearance was not stunning, he had one advantage: he was not arrogant and knew when not to play tricks.

Having walked for so long in the bewildering mist, we had only actually covered a straight-line distance of two or three hundred feet. This was a technique left behind by a powerful deity, which could turn a small area into an insurmountable barrier.

If Emperor Yi had not followed his instructions, he would have been completely lost in the fog and eventually swallowed by it.

Behind the misty fog lies a Taoist temple.

Fan Wang was not surprised at all; a smile appeared on his cold face, as if he had expected it.

When the emperor looked up, he could still see some faint traces of writing on the plaque at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

"...Heaven...Observation".

This Taoist temple, hidden behind a misty fog, is neglected and appears quite dilapidated, but it is entirely made of white jade, spotless, transcendent and sacred.

"I've searched high and low, but to my surprise, the Luo Tian Taoist Temple is right here in these mountains." Fan Wang clenched his fists, his expression filled with excitement.

But his expression changed drastically. The power of his primordial energy surged within him, and the blood and holy energy in his meridians were surging and leaping, showing a tendency to get out of control.

"Heaven and earth, yin and yang, life and death, hidden within, a single thought blossoms, revealing the myriad phenomena..."

Fan Wang immediately sat down cross-legged, circulated his cultivation technique, and his body was surrounded by holy light. It took him a long time to suppress the surging power.

This was obtained from a ruin in the southern universe. It is suspected to be from the hand of an ancient ancestor of the dragon race. It is a supreme scripture about the primordial way.

Upon seeing this, the emperor stood quietly to one side.

The boiling ocean calmed down slightly.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Fan Wang's mouth, and his aura suddenly surged.

In an instant, Di Yi seemed to see an emperor of heaven and earth resurrected, his aura so intimidating that it forced him to take two steps back.

This Luotian Taoist Temple was clearly very important to Fan Wang, but he did not rush in. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Di Yi.

"As you can probably tell, there's been some problem with my cultivation, and my condition is quite delicate."

The Emperor nodded and said, "If that were not the case, I think those divine disciples of the Temple of Truth would not pose a threat to Brother Fan."

“Even if I don’t make a move, with Brother Fan’s strength, if you go all out and decide to kill, none of the disciples of the Temple of Truth can stop you.”

Fan Wang said, "They were just following orders. This matter was caused by me taking the Demon Sealing Stele. It is unacceptable to harm people's lives without cause."

"I never expected Brother Fan to have such a compassionate heart," Di Yi chuckled.

"When living in this world, one must have one's own code of conduct in everything one does. If one cannot distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, then what is the difference between one and a puppet? In any case, you saved me, so I owe you a favor."

"If it weren't for Brother Fan's Ascension Wine, my Origin Path wouldn't have achieved what it has today. Consider this my way of repaying the favor of you treating me to wine. It's not a matter of who owes whom."

"Have you thought this through? I never make promises lightly. Your cultivation level is still low, and you don't understand the value of such a promise."

Di Yi chuckled and said, "Brother Fan, you underestimate me by saying that. I don't know your identity, and I don't want to ask. Perhaps you are a descendant of an ancient god, or a representative of the secular world cultivated by a powerful force that has never left the world, or perhaps a cultivator from the Hell Realm? Anyway, I only know that friend who drank with me all night on the Dragon Trapped Beach and talked about the affairs of the world. He was like that in the past, and he is like that now. As for the future, only heaven knows."

Fan Wang looked at Di Yi, took the wine gourd from his waist, and handed it to him.

"Come, drink."

Di Yi took the white jade gourd, opened it, and took a big gulp.

The wine went down my throat and I felt refreshed and lightheaded. It wasn't a wine that made me feel like I was floating on air; it was a different kind of wine altogether.

After just one sip, the spiritual power in his mind and heart seemed to be tempered, showing a tendency to advance further.

"Fine wine, a sip of it is more refreshing than taking a top-grade elixir."

As the emperor spoke, he didn't stand on ceremony and took a few more sips. The wine in the gourd was soon gone, since there wasn't much wine in it to begin with.

A moment later, Di Yi's spiritual power rose to the peak of the mid-stage of the fifty-seventh level, a significant increase.

Even more miraculously, the two spiritual entities, the Yellow Dragon and the Nine-Colored Divine Phoenix, within the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have been refined, becoming even more extraordinary and divine, as if they had been given birth to spirituality.

The two chatted for a few minutes and then walked into the Taoist temple gate together.

Inside the temple, the light was dim, but without the illusionary mist, even the darkness didn't affect them. "To condense two seventh-grade spiritual power seeds at the Saint King realm is extremely rare in the entire universe. Your talent in spiritual power is actually even higher than in martial arts," Fan Wang said casually.

"A seventh-grade Dao Seed? Does that mean there are also eighth-grade, ninth-grade, first-grade, and second-grade Dao Seeds?" This was the first time Di Yi had heard this concept, and he was very curious.

Fan Wang took out a three-inch-sized black stone tablet and held it in his hand, presumably the so-called Demon-Sealing Tablet.

"You don't know about the classification of Daoist paths? Well, in the Kunlun Realm, spiritual cultivation is based on Confucianism and Taoism, and the Taoist lineage is only a minority. It's normal that you don't know about it."

Have you ever heard of Murong Buhuo?

"I have naturally heard of the great name of Ancestor Murong Bu Huo," Di Yi replied.

"Upon entering the Great Sage Realm, a Martial Dao Great Sage must condense Sacred Intent. Sacred Intent is divided into nine grades, and only those who condense Sacred Intent of grade five or above have the possibility of becoming a god. The Ancestor of Unwavering Confusion is one of the top spiritual power cultivators throughout history, and is known as one of the two ancestors of the Daoist sect along with Nuwa. His achievements in the Dao of spiritual power are unparalleled. He referred to the Sacred Intent of Martial Dao cultivators and also divided the Dao Seed of Spiritual Power into nine grades, with grade one being the lowest and grade nine being the highest."

While Fan Wang was carefully searching for something inside the Taoist temple, he was also answering Di Yi's questions.

"From first to ninth grade, my two seventh-grade Dao Seeds are already quite high-grade. Brother Fan, you should have already condensed your spiritual power Dao Seed, I wonder what grade it is?"

The walls of the Taoist temple are lined with bookshelves made of a very special material. Even after many years, the books on them are not damaged at all and are arranged very neatly.

Fan Wang flipped through the books one by one, leaving nothing out of the bookshelf, trying to find something that resonated with the Demon Sealing Stele.

After hearing Di Yi's question, he waited a moment before casually answering, "Ninth Rank."

"Ninth rank..."

The emperor gave a wry smile, realizing that the previous praise wasn't directed at him, but rather a disguised way of praising himself.

After a long time, Fan Wang searched the entire Taoist temple.

"How come there isn't?"

For the first time, he lost his composure, and his aura became frenzied.

Di Yi hurried over: "Brother Fan, you didn't find what you were looking for? This Taoist temple is so tidy, the owner of the temple must have left this place. Perhaps what you are looking for is somewhere else."

The Demon-Sealing Stele emitted a faint, eerie light, which reflected on Fan Wang's face, allowing Di Yi to clearly see the undisguised disappointment on his face.

He paused for a moment, then looked at the portrait scroll in the center of the Taoist temple and slowly said, "You must be very curious about my identity. I do not belong to the Heavenly Court, nor to Hell. To be precise, I do not belong to this era. The era in which I was born is too far, too far away from now, so long that one might wonder if it was a dream."

"After waking up from my slumber, even the rules of this world are no longer compatible with me. Perhaps the slumber was too long, so long that a second me has been born deep in my consciousness."

"As time goes by, that part of me becomes more and more real and powerful. I have a feeling that when the other part of me fully awakens, I may not even recognize myself."

"The master of Luo Tian Dao Temple, Luo Tian Zhenjun, has achieved great success in the way of soul and will. If there is a way to solve my problem in the universe, the legacy left by Luo Tian Zhenjun is one of them. But now it seems that it was all for naught."

"Will another consciousness devour Brother Fan's current consciousness?"

This time, Fan Wang remained silent for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "It's not that I'll say, but I can't say for sure what will happen. All I know is that He is much stronger than me, and if He is to be revived, He will definitely be the master."

When the Emperor saw the bewildered look on Fan Wang's usually composed face, he didn't know what to say.

There are also ancient awakened beings in the Kunlun Realm, most of whom were sealed away at the end of the Middle Ages, 100,000 years ago.

Fan Wang was sealed away much earlier, so much so that the rules of heaven and earth were very different from those of today.

Millions of years have passed, and upon awakening from slumber, the world has changed beyond recognition. The once familiar world has become strange, and another powerful consciousness has been born deep within the soul, a thought that sends chills down one's spine.

Putting himself in the other's shoes, Di Yi felt he might doubt his own authenticity, perhaps he was just a thought of that dormant will, and the real 'Fan Wang' had not yet awakened.

Just like the Blood Moon Ghost King and the Moon Goddess, the former did not know that he was just a manifestation of the Moon Goddess's divine consciousness before the Moon Goddess awoke.

For a prodigy like Fan Wang, the greatest obstacle on the path of cultivation is not an enemy, but one's own heart. If one cannot understand the purpose of one's cultivation, then life is worse than death.

Di Yi could only look at the portrait of Luo Tian Zhenjun hanging in the center of the Taoist temple, hoping that this senior could provide guidance from heaven.

Di Yi's eyes met those of the portrait of Luo Tian Zhenjun, and he suddenly felt that the person in the portrait had come to life and was smiling at him.

"Brother Fan, look at the portrait."

Fan Wang followed Di Yi's gaze, examined him carefully, and frowned, asking, "Is there anything special about him?"

"He's smiling, didn't you notice?"

"Laugh?" Fan Wang immediately became serious.

"What else did you see? Tell me in detail."

Upon seeing this, the Emperor understood that the changes in the portrait seemed to be visible only to him because of the True Source Demon Eye.
"No... no, his finger was pointing in... that direction."

Di Yi pointed to a spot, a bare wall that was inconspicuous in the darkness.

Following the direction Di Yi pointed, Fan Wang walked over, stretched out his palm, and felt around on the wall. He quickly made a discovery.

There is a dent in the smooth wall.

He placed the Demon-Sealing Stele in the recessed area, and it fit perfectly, causing the entire wall to tremble.

Soon, a stone door appeared on the wall. The door opened, revealing a dark hole, the destination of which was unknown.

Di Yi followed Fan Wang inside.

At the end of the passage was a secret chamber. Looking back at the entrance, I silently calculated that it had taken more than three thousand steps to get here from the Taoist temple.

The stone walls on both sides of the cave were very solid and seamless, exuding a divine aura. Di Yi took out the Boundary Seal and compared them. He was surprised to find that the material of the stone walls was actually the divine forged material among the ten great materials.

Unfortunately, these divine forged materials are impossible to cut, leaving us only to sigh in despair.

Luo Tianzhenjun was the strongest of the Holy Race at the end of the Chaotic Ancient Era and the beginning of the Ancient Era. He died at the hands of the Great Demon God, the progenitor of the Demonic Path. The ruins of the Conferred God Platform are also relics left by the ancient war.

Given Luo Tianzhenjun's cultivation level, it seems reasonable for him to create a secret chamber using divine forged materials.

It seems that the great battle back then did not affect this area, and it is quite well preserved.

Fan Wang was in high spirits and laughed, "Di Yi, if it weren't for you this time, I really wouldn't have been able to find this place. Consider this another favor I owe you."

The divine forged material is isolated from the secrets of heaven, and even the great demon god of that time did not discover this place. If it weren't for Emperor Yi's True Source Demon Eye, Fan Wang would have had a real chance of finding this place.

Fan Wang glanced at Di Yi and thought to himself, "This person has extraordinary eyes and carries a certain amount of luck. I just wonder if someone has made a move behind the scenes."

"Brother Fan, don't be too happy yet. Let's look for it first. What if Luo Tianzhenjun didn't put that book here either? Then you'll have been happy for nothing."

"Di Yi, shut your stinking mouth."

Fan Wangfeng raised her phoenix eyes slightly and glared at him. If they still came up empty-handed after taking such a big risk on this trip, she would be furious.

Di Yi chuckled and shook his head: "People in this world always like to hear pleasant words and flattery. Even a remarkable person like Brother Fan is no exception."

Fan Wang ignored him and walked to the end of the passage, searching alone in the secret room.

"The material of this secret chamber seems to be not just ordinary divine forging material, but the legendary Celestial Venerable material."

Celestial Venerable Material is the most advanced type of Divine Forging Material. It is a supreme divine material that only Celestial Venerable level experts can extract from Divine Forging Material and can be used to forge divine artifacts.

"It's a pity that we can only look at the gold mine but not obtain it; it's truly a pity."

Di Yi sighed inwardly, for whether it was Heavenly Venerable Material or Divine Forged Material, the value of any piece that could be carved out and brought out of the Conferred God Platform was immeasurable.

He looked around. The secret room was a hundred feet in size and very spacious. There was only a table in the center of the room with more than a dozen books on it.

"Luo Tianzhenjun's collection must be at least at the divine level. He's going to make a fortune this time."

Di Yi hurriedly walked to the table and reached for the books, but as soon as he touched them, the books shattered into dust and scattered away, leaving nothing behind.

"This……"

Emperor Yi stood there stunned. The material of the books was not as good as the divine forged material. Millions of years had passed, and they could not withstand the passage of time.

He sighed in disappointment and was about to search for treasure elsewhere when he heard Fan Wang calling him.

"Di Yi, come here."

The voice came from the other side of the secret room, filled with joy, clearly indicating that something had been gained.

"Brother Fan, have you found the inheritance?"

Di Yi followed the sound and saw Fan Wang standing in front of a white jade platform with a depression on it.

He held a grayish-purple metal book in his hands, with several ancient divine characters written on the cover. Di Yi only vaguely understood the meaning of the first two words: Origin.

"Is this what you were looking for, Brother Fan?"

Fan Wang quickly flipped through the book, but his expression gradually became serious.

"It's what I'm looking for, but the contents are a little different from what I expected."

"This book alone cannot completely solve my problem. To cure it completely, I need to refine a... Dao Pill."

"Dao Dan? Then let's refine it. I have some expertise in alchemy; is there anything I can do to help?"

Fan Wang frowned and said, "It's not difficult to refine pills, but the materials are hard to find. There are many kinds that I've never even heard of before, and they don't seem to be things that can grow in this world."

Even though Fan Wang was knowledgeable and experienced, he had never heard of such a thing, so Di Yi wisely refrained from volunteering again.

"It's alright, we've finally found a solution. The item is hard to find, but if we keep looking, we'll find it eventually."

"By the way, you're in luck. In this secret room, besides what I wanted, there's also a legacy left behind by True Monarch Luo Tian. Take a look for yourself."

Fan Wang reached into the crater, took out a white jade booklet, and threw it at him.

Emperor Yi reached out and took it, opened it, and saw four golden divine characters written on the title page.

With just one glance, the rules of truth within his body became active.

The divine script was unfamiliar; he had never seen it before. However, the meaning it represented was imprinted into Di Yi's mind.

Truth...is boundless.

"Legend has it that the supreme secret of the path to truth is that truth is boundless..."

(End of this chapter)