Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 252 Xingling Siming
At the foot of Tiandu Mountain, there is a secluded valley with a spring as green as jade.

Di Yi walked along the edge of the spring at the bottom of the valley. Behind him, two obscure auras followed from a distance. Their stealth methods were so sophisticated that even an ordinary Nine-Step Saint King would have difficulty detecting them.

After walking for a while, Di Yi stopped by the spring, took out a pot of wine, sat cross-legged on the stone platform, and poured himself a drink.

On the cliff top above, an old man and a young man stood side by side.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, his eyes were always closed, but there was a vertical eye between his eyebrows that opened and closed, and his cheeks were covered with shimmering feathers.

The young man beside him, who also had feathers on his face and a tall, straight posture, said: "Uncle Xuan, could it be that he has discovered us? Why would he come here for no reason?"

The old man sneered, "So what if he found out? This place is far enough away from Tiandu Mountain Holy City that the commotion of our fight won't get out. If you and I join forces, even if he is a Nine-Step Saint King, he will have to stay here today."

"Those who can afford time crystals are usually either leaders of a powerful force or descendants of gods. But I have never seen this person before. He is either an unknown person or hiding his identity. People with powerful backers do not need to hide their identities. It can be seen that he became rich by chance."

"Furthermore, the fact that he used ancient sacred medicine as collateral when purchasing the time crystals, instead of using sacred stones, shows that he was not particularly wealthy."

"The Conferred God Platform Conference has just ended. This person most likely had a fortuitous encounter during the conference and found a large number of ancient sacred medicines."

While time cultivators are wealthy, it's all based on their own mastery of time, setting up time formations for various forces in exchange for high rewards.

However, for cultivators with mediocre cultivation skills, the only way to obtain more cultivation resources is to find another way.

In other words, it was robbery.

Not every cultivator under the Temple of Time specializes in the Way of Time. As their cultivation level increases, most people have to shift their focus to other sacred paths. Only true prodigies can make a name for themselves in the Way of Eternity, thereby becoming Great Saints or even breaking through to the God Realm.

More often than not, one can only accept one's fate and choose a simpler path to sainthood.

This group of cultivators, unable to become core disciples of the Temple of Time, moved from the forefront to behind the scenes, hiding in the shadows to do some shady things.

"I heard that several mysterious cultivators appeared at this Conferred God Platform Conference and reaped great rewards. Perhaps he is one of them." The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and could not help but want to make a move.

Just then, the young man suddenly looked down into the valley: "He's coming towards us. He's quite alert; he's really spotted us."

As they spoke, their gazes instantly turned cold, and they entered their familiar hunting mode. A sinister smile appeared on the old man's face: "I originally wanted to wait until dark to make my move, but now I can only send him to his death ahead of time."

"I hope the treasures he possesses won't disappoint me," the young man murmured indifferently.

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures shot out and headed towards the bottom of the valley.

Di Yi tossed aside the empty wine jug, looked up at the two figures descending like a rainbow, and remained remarkably calm.

Back in Tiandu Mountain Holy City, he had already sensed their presence and deliberately lured them here, drawn by the fact that this place was secluded and no one would notice their fight.

On the other side of the cliff top, three figures—one man and two women—appeared like ghosts.

The Eight Fate Masters of Crimson Cloud Flying Immortal Valley are the mortal representatives who travel the world on behalf of the gods. They hold a high position. Xingling Fate Master is the youngest of the Eight Fate Masters and has been a Fate Master for the shortest time, having only started traveling in the Heavenly Court in the last two years.

"Two cultivators at the level of a small world of rules, and the cultivator at the bottom of the valley doesn't seem to have reached the level of a nine-step Saint King. If we don't take action soon, he will be in great danger."

Feng Xi's expression was solemn. The Nine-Step Saint King is the final step in the Saint King Realm. Its significance lies in condensing the rule world, from the small rule world to the large rule world, and then using this to condense the Dao Domain.

Two cultivators at the level of the Small World of Rules, working together, could rival ordinary Dao Domain Realm experts. Even she wouldn't have a complete chance of winning against them.

"Judging from his calm and composed demeanor, he must be no ordinary person. Even if he is truly no match for me, I will intervene in time to save him," Nie Xiangzi said calmly. He was also a Nine-Step Saint King, but he had long since surpassed the Great Ruler World and reached the fifth realm of the five realms of the Nine-Step Saint King, the Realm of Approaching the Dao, and could break through to the Great Saint realm at any time.

As one of the top figures below the Great Saint of the Temple of Truth, even a Nine-Step Saint King in the Dao Domain Realm is just a weakling who can be crushed at will in front of him.

"Shouldn't you be worried about those two guys from the Temple of Time?" Xingling Siming, who looked like a young girl, asked with a hint of doubt.

Although the cultivators at the bottom of the valley may seem weak, their primordial aura is far stronger than that of the two from the Temple of Time.

The two from the Temple of Time did not use any techniques related to the Way of Time. Their achievements in the Way of Time were mediocre; they could be used against cultivators of lower realms, but they were of little use against true experts.

Their strongest skill was actually swordsmanship; they were all sword saints.

"Oh, so you're two sword cultivators. You've already reached the Ninth Step Saint King level, yet you still haven't been able to condense the Sword Dao Profound Qi. Your talent in swordsmanship is quite average."

"You're sharp-tongued, but you know nothing of the Sword Saint's power." The young man pushed his sword intent to its limit. Although he failed to condense the Sword Dao Profound Qi, the sword energy of the Nine-Step Saint King was sharper than any Sword Dao Profound Qi that Di Yi had ever seen.

The old man remained silent, unleashing his strongest sword strike to kill the cultivator before him in one blow. For some reason, the closer he got, the more uneasy he felt.

A sharp sword aura rushed towards him, causing the young man's loose clothes to billow in the wind. He raised his hand and condensed two sword energies, each no more than three feet long, appearing weak and feeble, showing no trace of the demeanor of a Saint King.

He hadn't expected these two to be so brave, daring to use swords in front of him. If they were to attack him using the principles of time, he would be somewhat wary, but the way of the sword... that would be like showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

"Is he also a sword cultivator?"

With this thought in mind, the young man slowly unleashed his sword energy under their watchful eyes, his movements completely casual.

Nie Xiangzi, who was standing on the cliff top and was about to make a move, suddenly narrowed his eyes and saw through the trick.

Two sword energies flashed through the void, like two white flowers blooming.

The rules of swordsmanship in the world became active in an instant, and the sound of swords echoed for miles.

Feng Xi opened his mouth in astonishment. The Realm of Truth was no ordinary realm. A single sword strike could influence the rules of heaven and earth for ten miles. This was something no ordinary person could do.

The old man and the young man suddenly came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, turning around in a panic: "Sword Soul!"

Having mastered the Nine Swords Techniques and condensed a sword spirit, a single strike resonates throughout heaven and earth.

This is a technique that only a sword emperor can master.

As sword cultivators, the two were well aware of the power of sword souls. Looking across the Heavenly Court, there were only a handful of cultivators below the Great Sage level who could cultivate to the ninth level of swordsmanship, apart from those in the Sword God Realm. They were all prominent figures on the Saint King's Merit List.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two instantly released their own miniature worlds of rules, with millions of sacred rules covering the sky and blocking out the sun, tightly protecting their bodies.

The three-foot sword energy wasn't fast, but the longer it flew, the more powerful its aura became, enveloping the entire valley, with flying rocks falling from the cliffs on both sides.

"Uncle Xuan!"

The young man looked terrified and subconsciously took out a shield-shaped sacred artifact with ten thousand patterns. However, his face suddenly turned three-tenths pale. It was not due to an inner change, but because the sword energy swept across the sky and illuminated him directly.

He couldn't understand how an ordinary cultivator could have cultivated a sword soul.

When the white light of the sword energy fell on him, the young man was forced to reveal his true form, which was a seven-colored peacock. His incomparably powerful holy body appeared extremely weak under the sword energy.

Without a deafening roar, the seven-colored peacock at the level of a ninth-step Saint King was pierced through the body by the sword energy without any resistance, leaving only a three-foot-long wound.

Compared to the immense holy body, this wound was insignificant and not enough to cause fatal damage.

But the mystery of the sword spirit lies in this: it does not slay the physical body, but the sacred soul.

If you can withstand it, you'll get injured; if you can't, you'll die.

The massive holy body crashed to the ground, its long neck drooping limply.

With just a single sword aura, the Nine-Step Saint King's holy soul dissipated, and he died and his Dao vanished.

On the other side, the old man also revealed his true form as a peacock, and his whole body trembled when he saw the scene before him.

He suddenly flew towards the cliff top, and from his body flew out one sacred artifact after another, each with a different aura, none of them ordinary. It seemed that the former owners of these sacred artifacts had all died at his hands. Now, they could witness their former enemies, who had killed their masters, walk towards their deaths.

The sword energy knocked away one sacred artifact after another, and its own power was also weakening. After a lot of fighting, it finally landed on the old man.

The enormous peacock body shuddered violently, halting its upward momentum and beginning to fall.

When it fell to mid-air, it suddenly stopped and began to flap its wings again.

The young man frowned slightly. His cultivation was still not strong enough to fully unleash the power of Sword Nine. This sword strike was actually blocked by the old man.

Overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, the old man flapped his wings, wanting to escape. But when he looked up, he saw that the young man had appeared in the void in front of him, his clothes billowing, his hair flying, and his body as straight as a sword.

Another sword aura condensed in his palm, but this time it was much more solid, it was the profound aura of sword dao.

Sword cultivators who have cultivated a sword soul naturally master the profound essence of swordsmanship, which is not surprising to the old man.

The simultaneous emergence of sword spirit and sword dao profound energy is a rare sight for sword dao cultivators.

But as an opponent...

The enormous peacock suddenly fell silent, flapping its wings helplessly twice.

boom--

As the residual power dissipated, the corpses of the two peacocks fell to the bottom of the valley, and the sacred artifacts were scattered in all directions.

Amid the tremendous tremor, Feng Xi and Nie Xiangzi regained their senses; the former was filled with shock, while the latter seemed lost in thought.

Swordsmanship is one of the seventy-two supreme holy paths, and there are countless swordsmanship practitioners in the world.

Besides the Sword God Realm, the Sword King Realm, the Temple of Light, and the Wind Clan of the Pangu Realm are all masters of swordsmanship.

The Pure Yang Celestial Venerable, second only to Nuwa in the history of the Feng Clan, forged the Pure Yang Divine Sword, which is the number one sword in the world.

"What a powerful sword spirit! This person's skill in swordsmanship is already at the top level below the Great Sage. Could he be a cultivator from the Sword God Realm?" Feng Xi exclaimed in surprise.

"Why don't you try it and see?" Xingling Siming chuckled, two beams of blue light surging from her eyes.

Inside the valley, the enormous peacock, whose body had already lost all signs of life, suddenly began to move again.

The holy blood within his body surged forth with a sound like the most turbulent river.

Emperor Yi was cleaning up the battlefield when he noticed something amiss.

I looked up and took in the scene.

After a moment of contemplation, a strange feeling arose in his heart. The two corpses were not scary; what was scary was the entity behind them that was driving them. He had not noticed it at all from beginning to end, which was terrifying to think about.

He was not confident in his ability to handle the situation.

Thinking of this, the Emperor turned and left, his body transforming into a rainbow of light as he attempted to escape.

The sudden turn of events suggests either that the two peacocks possessed techniques left behind by a powerful being, or that an existence with terrifyingly strong spiritual power was nearby, controlling the two sacred corpses remotely in the blink of an eye.

Either way, it's terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the two peacocks, whose life force had dissipated, recovered and became even stronger than before.

The holy blood within his body was burning, and his skin lost its original bright color, turning blood red, as if he were bathing in blood.

"What the hell."

Di Yi cursed inwardly, then, sensing the whooshing sound behind him, knew he couldn't dodge and immediately turned around.

A holy sword appeared in his hand, which he activated with all his might, unleashing the full power of the Seven Luminaries and unleashing a sword technique from the White Emperor's Heavenly Pivot Swordplay.

At the same time, two realms of truth appeared above and below.

Countless truths and rules are incorporated into the sword technique, unleashing seven times its power.

The sword energy flowed down like a celestial waterfall, spreading silver light across the valley.

The two peacocks were struck by the sword light and scattered into a cloud of blood mist.

After unleashing a full-force sword strike, Di Yi didn't look back, but fled straight out of the valley and disappeared into the horizon.

On the cliff top, Xingling Siming smiled, having discerned many insights from Di Yi's sword strike.

"It turned out to be him."

"Has Lord Si Ming already figured out his origins?" Feng Xi asked curiously.

“I can tell he still owes me something. I’m going to see him; you don’t need to come along.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's figure disappeared.

Feng Xi looked at Nie Xiangzi: "Senior Brother Nie, it seems that the person just now simultaneously displayed two Truth Realm Forms: Heaven Above and Earth Below?"

“Indeed, Heaven above and Earth below simultaneously unleashed two forms of truth. How is this possible?” Nie Xiangzi was also quite astonished.

The Temple of Truth has four forms of Truth, and no one has ever been seen able to use multiple of them simultaneously.

This surprised Nie Xiangzi even more than someone unleashing the power of the boundless universe.

"Could he be from the Temple of Truth?"

“If he were from the Temple of Truth, how come we haven’t seen him before?” Feng Xi frowned.

Nie Xiangzi pondered in silence for a moment, then said, "I have heard that a disciple of a legendary ancient god of the temple has recently been training and cultivating in the Realm of Truth. Perhaps it is him."

Like the Holy Realm, the Divine Realm is strictly hierarchical, and the vast majority of gods are just ordinary gods.

Only deities who have cultivated for several eons can be called ancient gods, such as the moon god.

Those who truly deserve the title of 'legendary ancient god' are all giants of the divine realm in the universe, whose words can determine the life and death of ten realms.

Within the Temple of Truth, there are only two or three who can be called legendary ancient gods.

"I'll go clean up the battlefield." Feng Xi understood what this meant. Killing was forbidden in the Realm of Truth, but it depended on who was killing. Ultimately, it was the gods of the Temple of Truth who had the final say here.

……

A thousand miles away, Di Yi fled to the edge of an ancient maple forest. Seeing that there were no pursuers behind him, he stopped.

Before they could even catch their breath, a woman's figure emerged from the forest. Her skirt was bright and colorful, and her whole body radiated a holy seven-colored light, making her appear incredibly sacred.

"Where do you think you're going? Di Yi..."

(End of this chapter)