The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

The Realm of Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life is the most perilous hurdle on the path of a Great Sage's cultivation, a realm where one is almost certain to die. Within this realm, the number of rules directly determines the upper limit of future achievements.

Cultivating four trillion rules amidst a near-death experience is the minimum threshold for a Great Sage to reach the demigod realm. Only by surpassing this number can one be qualified to inquire about the divine realm. Cultivating seven trillion rules is the minimum threshold to reach the peak of the demigod realm; falling short even slightly makes it difficult to reach the pinnacle below the divine level.

Ten trillion Dao rules is the minimum threshold for becoming a representative figure at the Yuanhui level. Only by exceeding this number can one be qualified to represent a Saint Realm cultivator at the Yuanhui level.

Bai Kuotian and Emperor Xuan are both top-tier Great Saints in the Primordial World. When they were in the realm of ten thousand deaths and one life, they cultivated more than ten trillion rules. They both comprehended the third-grade Saintly Intent at the Hundred-Garden Realm. Their foundations are so solid and their potential so terrifying that, theoretically, they already have the qualifications to challenge for the title of Primordial Era's representative genius.

At this moment, the void of the meteorite belt shattered, and stardust surged wildly. The two were engaged in an earth-shattering bloody battle with Ni Xuan Wuji. Various supreme high-level holy techniques swept across the sky, sword techniques were sharp and could cut through the Milky Way, fist techniques were domineering and could shatter the heavens, halberd techniques could split the sky, and palm techniques could cover the universe. The supreme holy path and the ancient path intertwined and collided. Countless chains of divine laws traversed the meteorite belt. With each collision, large areas of meteorites turned into ashes, and dark spatial rifts broke open in the void. Terrifying fluctuations swept across tens of thousands of miles of star field.

Beyond the meteorite belt, the gods of Heaven and Hell stood on either side, their eyes fixed on the battle. This was a top-tier duel below the divine realm, worthy of being recorded in the annals of future generations of saints.

In the Asura camp, the leader was Shithara, the first war god of the Asura Temple. He was dressed in dark red Asura battle armor, surrounded by pure Asura Heavenly Dao aura. His gaze was as cold as a knife as he looked at Ni Xuan Wuji, who was locked in a fierce battle with Bai Kuotian and Emperor Xuan in the midst of the battle. His dissatisfaction was evident in his expression.

"What exactly is Wuji doing?"

Shithara's voice was icy, carrying a hint of anger and disappointment, echoing in the ears of the surrounding cultivators from the Hell Realm: "They are just two unknown figures from the Primordial World who have not yet reached the standard of Yuanhui representatives, yet they have been fighting for so long without being able to defeat each other. With such combat strength, how will they carry the banner of the Nixuan family in the future, and how will they represent my Asura clan to fight in the heavens?"

Shidra had personally guided Ni Xuan Wuji in his cultivation and knew his background very well.

Although Ni Xuan Wuji failed to condense a complete second-grade saintly intent at the Hundred-Garden Realm, his talent in the path of the Asura Heavenly Dao was unparalleled among his peers. He also possessed more than one percent of the Asura Heavenly Dao's profound meaning. Coupled with a complete set of Asura armor, when he unleashed his full power, he could even directly confront ordinary Yuanhui-level geniuses.

Shithara himself was a renowned genius of the Yuanhui level in the underworld when he was young, and he knew the true combat limit of Ni Xuan Wuji.

In His view, even if Bai Kuotian and Emperor Xuan were amazing, they should never have allowed Ni Xuan Wuji to fall into such a stalemate that he could not break through for so long. Such performance was a dereliction of duty.

On the other side, in the Undying Blood Clan camp, the God of War Xuantian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the group of Great Saints in the Primordial World, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"The armies of the Asura Temple and the Azure Deer Temple were defeated just like that?"

The God of War Xuantian was puzzled. "This Primordial Realm was only recently opened up by Zhenyu and others. How come so many top geniuses have emerged? What's even stranger is that the Supreme Sacred Artifacts they wield look increasingly familiar to me. This aura, this form, could it be...?"

The other powerful figures from the Hell Realm were also moved, their faces showing surprise. The lineup dispatched by the Primordial Realm this time was extremely luxurious, with more than a dozen Supreme Saints in charge and dozens of Saints at the Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life Realm accompanying them. Each of them had a profound aura and a solid foundation, far superior to the cultivators of ordinary great realms under the Heavenly Court Realm.

Combined with the techniques they used and the sacred artifacts they activated, the powerful beings of the Boundless Realm in the Hell Realm had already vaguely guessed the true origins of the saints of the Primordial Realm.

"The Seven-Aperture Exquisite Pagoda, the Crimson Sky Sword, the Celestial Chessboard, the Metal and Stone Records, the Overlord Gauntlets, the Yin-Yang Mirror..."

The Rakshasa clan's Gu Yuejun stared at the supreme artifacts in the hands of the cultivators from the Primordial World, his pupils shrinking as he clicked his tongue in amazement, his tone filled with disbelief: "Tsk tsk tsk, looking at these treasures, I felt as if I had returned to the battlefield of the Kunlun Realm! Venerable Mingde, have you plundered all the inherited treasures of the entire Kunlun Realm?"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the Hell Realm camp!

"It's not just the Supreme Sacred Artifacts! I'm afraid all the world-suppressing divine artifacts of the Kunlun Realm have also fallen into Mingde's hands!"

Several powerful figures from the Netherworld and the Death Clan, both at the Boundless Realm, were ashen-faced and filled with resentment. Their voices were thick with bitterness: "Back then, we exhausted the strength of our entire clan to invade the Kunlun Realm, risking our lives to slaughter a large number of gods in the Azure Sky City and the Kunlun Realm. We ourselves suffered heavy losses, yet we didn't obtain a single divine artifact from the Kunlun Realm. In the end, the greatest benefit was snatched away by Mingde alone! It's truly infuriating!"

In that battle, although the Nine Deaths Emperor and others led the powerful forces of the Underworld to successfully break through the Kunlun Realm, the gods also suffered heavy casualties, so they failed to obtain the Ten Divine Artifacts and various immortal inheritances of the Kunlun Realm.

After that, although the various races of Hell took turns sending people into Kunlun Realm every thousand years to seek opportunities, they were suppressed by the residual protective will of the Holy Monk Sumeru. Only cultivators below the Holy Realm could barely avoid the pressure. The higher the realm, the stronger the oppression and targeting they would receive.

Previously, the Temple of Destiny had sent a group of Great Saints to force their way into the Kunlun Realm. It was only with the help of the God of Fortune and Prosperity personally wielding a divine artifact and the Temple of Destiny's extensive knowledge of destiny that they were able to enter. However, to this day, there has been no news of those Great Saints. Most likely, they have already perished at the hands of the God of Bright Virtue.

"What a pity for my undead vampire brethren!"

The God of War, Xuantian, looked at Qingcang and Wubian beside him with sorrow in his eyes, his tone heavy with grief: "Huang Qiming of the Undying Blood Clan was exceptionally talented, no less than Ni Xuan Wuji and the others, yet he was also wasted in the Kunlun Realm! I have long said that there is no need to keep a close eye on the Kunlun Realm. Before the old man Sumeru's divine power dissipates, the Kunlun Realm is a dead end, a wasteland where even the spiritual roots of heaven and earth have been severed. It is not worth our great efforts!"

The plan to oversee the Kunlun Realm was originally proposed by Qingcang, Wubian, and others, and the Xuantian War God had long been dissatisfied with it.

Upon hearing this, Qing Cang remained silent, his expression indifferent.

But Wubian's face darkened, and he immediately retorted, "The Xuan Tian War God's oversight of the Kunlun Realm is an agreement made jointly by the Undying Palace Master and us. You have no right to refute it! Moreover, over the past tens of thousands of years, your Undying Blood Clan has reaped the most benefits in the Kunlun Realm. You've even produced several new gods. Have you forgotten all that?"

Upon hearing this, the God of War of Xuantian curled his lips in disdain and coldly said, "Lord of the Undying Temple, I only recognize Xia Huangchao! What do the treaties signed by the others have to do with me?"

He harbored deep resentment. Back then, Xia Huangchao missed the position of the Palace Master of the Undying God Temple, which enraged him greatly. Moreover, Wubian was the enemy of his great-nephew. As Xia Huangchao's maternal uncle, the Xuantian War God naturally wouldn't give Wubian the slightest bit of kindness.

Wubian's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

As the Lord of the Dark Temple, He held a revered position, and few in the heavens dared to humiliate Him so openly. If it were anyone else, He would have already taken action to show them the cruelty and ruthlessness of darkness.

However, the God of War of Xuantian was a senior member of the Undying Blood Clan with profound cultivation, no less than His Majesty's. Even though His Majesty was furious, His Majesty was helpless.

"Alright, you two don't need to argue anymore!"

Seeing this, the chieftain of the Huangtian tribe of the Undying Blood Clan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, looking troubled: "What the Boundless Palace Master said makes sense. War God Xuantian, please calm down and watch the battle quietly. This will also help us discuss the follow-up and who to send to accept the bet with the Mingde God Venerable."

He had a great headache dealing with the God of War, Xuan Tian. The other party was senior and powerful, and was one of the pillars of the Undying Blood Clan. Even if there were verbal clashes, He dared not easily rebuke him, lest he get burned.

"How can you be so spineless!"

Seeing this, the War God Xuantian was even more enraged. Pointing at the Chieftain of the Yellow Heaven Clan, he roared, "Your son is still trapped in the Kunlun Realm, his life hanging in the balance! I've finally seen through it all. Relying on you bunch of cowards, my Undying Blood Clan will inevitably decline and perish sooner or later!"

His heart was filled with coldness. These people of his own kind did not understand his good intentions at all. They only knew how to compromise and were devoid of any courage.

"It seems that only by cultivating fresh blood can the immortal vampire clan be revitalized!"

Xuan Tian War God shifted his gaze and landed on Xue Jue War God, who was arrogant and unruly chatting and laughing with Huang Tian not far away. A look of satisfaction instantly appeared in his eyes, and he nodded repeatedly: "Hmm, Xue Jue is not bad. His personality suits my taste. I will focus on cultivating him in the future."

At this very moment, another astonishing event occurred in the core region of the meteorite belt, instantly attracting the attention of all the gods in both the Heavenly Court and the Hell.

"Look! Xue Renxian from the Primordial Realm has run into the Yama Clan's army!"

In the void of the meteorite belt, Xue Renxian led a group of great saints from the Heavenly Court Realm, along with geniuses from the Heavenly Dragon Realm, the Book Realm, the Painting Realm, and the Guanghan Realm, all gathered together with overwhelming momentum. They happened to meet the elite team of the Yama Clan led by Yan Fuxu.

"Hahaha! Heaven rewards the diligent, Xue Renxian, I've finally caught you!"

Yan Fuxu laughed loudly, his aura fierce. The Great Demon Heavenly Dao around him was running wildly. A phantom of the Yama Demon God, ten thousand feet tall, traversed the starry sky, ferocious and terrifying. He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike, ten thousand feet of demonic light blasting out. He used the Supreme Realm high-level holy technique without reservation, rushing straight towards Xue Renxian.

Under Xue Renxian's command, Ao Dongyun, the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Realm, immediately roared, his dragon's cry resounding throughout the eight desolate star fields. The Realm of Truth instantly unfolded, revealing a vast and magnificent Sea of ​​Truth Stars behind him, with swirling star rivers and radiant Dao principles. Ao Dongyun roared, "The Sea of ​​Stars has no shore!"

With the blessing of the Realm of Truth, He unleashed a punch, the force of which surged like a sea of ​​stars, directly shattering the ten thousand feet of demonic light emanating from the Yama Fuxu.

Clad in crimson-gold dragon-scale armor and wielding a golden dragon-headed spear, Ao Dongyun exuded a majestic and domineering aura. He stared directly at Yanfuxu and roared, "Yanfuxu, your Great Demon Heavenly Dao has made no progress in all these years. Why do you need Great Sage Xue to take action? I alone can defeat you!"

Yan Fuxu, towering like a demon god, glanced down at Ao Dongyun and said indifferently, "Ao Dongyun, I have no time to entangle with you today."

As soon as he finished speaking, His gaze suddenly locked onto Xue Renxian in the center of the crowd, and His voice resounded throughout the meteorite belt: "Xue Renxian, as the universally acknowledged number one Great Sage in the Heavenly Court, do you dare to fight me?"

Xue Renxian walked out slowly, his white robes fluttering, his temperament extraordinary. The Blood Spring Divine Sword in his hand was slowly drawn from its sheath, humming incessantly. His terrifying holy foundation erupted without reservation. All the great saints and gods in the Heavenly Court and Hell Realms felt this foundation and their expressions changed drastically, their faces full of shock.

When Xue Renxian was in the realm of ten thousand deaths and one life, he cultivated nearly one Yuanhui's worth of 129.6 trillion rules. This number of rules was already infinitely close to the bottleneck of the orthodox Yuanhui-level genius and far exceeded that of ordinary Great Saints.

After breaking through to the Supreme Realm, he received personal guidance and assistance from the True Universe Divine Lord, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. His Holy Dao Rules surged to 360 trillion, and he even cultivated the Nameless Sword Manual to the Thirteenth Sword. His swordsmanship had surpassed that of ordinary swordsmanship masters who had reached the Divine Realm.

The Heavenly Sword Soul was unleashed from between his brows, encircling his entire body. Xue Renxian's sword energy soared into the sky, making him appear like an ancient and peerless sword god, standing majestically above the mortal realm.

Upon seeing this, Yan Fuxu's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. Several sacred paths, including the Yama Heavenly Dao, the Great Demon Heavenly Dao, and the Dao of Space, erupted simultaneously, transforming into a chilling Yama Hell behind him.

With his silver battle halberd cleaving through the starry sky, and empowered by 35 trillion sacred rules, he resembled an unparalleled demon god standing at the edge of the cosmos.