The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 16 Starfield Storm 2

Hell Realm Camp

"Hahaha! A battle between Great Gods, and you, Nether Demon God, actually intervened personally? It seems your Ghost Clan has no one left to rely on!"

The laughter of the Undying Blood Clan's Xuan Tian War God resounded like thunder within the camp, carrying undisguised mockery.

The Ghost Clan's Netherworld God Venerable's face twitched as he stared intently at the dozen or so weakened and disheveled Great Gods in front of the camp. His rage nearly burst from his skull as he roared, "A bunch of trash! A dozen Great Gods ganged up on a Spiritual Power Master, and you were almost wiped out in one fell swoop! Have you all wasted your hundreds of thousands of years?!"

"You Demon, you'd better not rush to punish your subordinates." Ya Wang, the God of the Asura Clan, stepped forward, his gaze piercing through the endless void and landing on the figure in white robes. His tone was solemn, "This boy's spiritual power has already reached the threshold of the eighty-fifth level. He possesses the righteous spirit of Confucianism and Taoism, and already has some of the aura of the Fourth Confucian Ancestor. Looking at my Hell Realm, there are probably only a handful of great gods who can defeat him."

"That's absolutely true."

"Indeed, it possesses the grandeur of the Fourth Patriarch when he preached to all the heavens..."

The gods of the underworld nodded in unison, their gazes fixed intently on the center of the star field.

There, a figure in Confucian robes stood in mid-air, holding the sacred book of the Confucian ancestor in one hand. As the pages turned, countless divine characters flowed with brilliant light. In the other hand, he held a divine jade pen. Where the pen tip hovered, even the stars and the sun and moon bowed their heads. This was none other than the Confucian figure Ling Che.

That peerless figure involuntarily reminded the gods of the magnificent scene 100,000 years ago when the Fourth Confucian Ancestor preached in the heavens, causing all races to bow down and the universe to tremble. For a moment, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

"Hmph! Esteemed deities, you overestimate this mere child!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out. The Ghost Lord, the city lord of the Ghost City of the Earthly Fiends, slammed the wine cup in his hand heavily on the table. As the wine splashed, a powerful and domineering aura swept out.

The Ghost Lord is a giant of the Ghost Clan who controls the Earthly Fiend Ghost City. He has survived twelve Ghost Tribulations and cultivated the Primordial Ghost Body. His strength is unfathomable, and he has few rivals below the level of a God.

"I will go and behead this brat to avenge the Soul Curse God who died in battle for my Ghost Clan!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Ghost Lord's figure had already soared into the sky, transforming into a dark shadow that blotted out the sun, and rushed straight towards Ling Che.

Upon seeing this, the ghost cultivators erupted in a thunderous cheer, their war drums beating and their voices shaking the universe.

Upon seeing that the newcomer was the Ghost Lord, a hint of mockery flashed in Ru Shenling's eyes. He quickly suppressed his laughter, his expression becoming solemn, and declared in a clear voice, "I never expected that such a powerful figure as the Ghost Lord would personally grace us with his presence. It seems the gods of the Underworld truly hold me in high regard!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "giant," carrying a hint of mockery.

The Ghost Lord flew into a rage, his ghostly eyes surging with murderous intent: "You brat, how dare you utter such arrogant words! Today, I will surely take your head to offer as a sacrifice to the spirit of the Great God of Soul Curses in heaven!"

With a roar, the halberd in his hand tore through the sky, its tip emitting a cold light capable of piercing stars, and with a destructive force, he slashed down at Ling Che.

Ling Che remained calm and composed, lightly making a stroke with his divine jade brush.

Swish!

A long river spanning hundreds of thousands of miles suddenly appeared in the star field. The river water rushed and roared, each drop weighing hundreds of millions of tons, like hundreds of millions of angry dragons, crashing towards the Ghost Lord.

"A trivial skill!"

The Ghost Lord snorted coldly, and his Primordial Ghost Body unleashed overwhelming divine power. He activated all twelve layers of Ghost Tribulation power, and his figure transformed into an extremely fast black shadow. His Fangtian Ghost Halberd slashed out a streak that tore through the heavens and earth.

Boom!

That long river that stretched across the star field was actually cleaved in two by his halberd! The momentum of the halberd did not diminish, carrying unparalleled ferocity, and went straight for Ling Che's face.

Ling Che remained expressionless. Suddenly, the Confucian Ancestor's Sacred Book in his hand burst forth with a dazzling light, and countless divine runes surged out like a tide, weaving together to form a divine shield of ten thousand runes, which steadily blocked in front of him.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the shield trembled violently, yet remained completely still.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Ling Che moved his divine jade brush again. With a stroke of the brush, a magnificent sun appeared out of thin air. Within the sun, the true fire of the sun burned fiercely, emitting a terrifying temperature that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

"go!"

With a soft shout, Ling Che unleashed the mighty sun, which crashed down upon the Ghost Lord with the power to destroy the world.

The Ghost Lord was unable to dodge in time and was instantly swallowed by the Great Sun.

sizzle-

Under the scorching heat of the sun, his primordial ghost body melted away rapidly like ice and snow, his ghostly energy rising and emitting a mournful scream.

"How dare you, you brat!"

The Ghost Lord, his eyes blazing with fury, made a decisive move. He didn't hesitate to burn his own ghostly body, unleashing power far exceeding his peak, forcefully tearing apart the Great Sun's restraints. He transformed into a disheveled black shadow and fled hastily back to the Hell Realm camp.

At this moment, however, his hair and eyebrows were burned off completely, and his ghostly body was covered with scorch marks. He no longer possessed any of the imposing presence of a ghostly giant.

"Hahaha! Isn't this the Ghost Lord, the giant of the Ghost Clan? How come you look so disheveled, even your eyebrows are burned off?" The Great God Gui Jin of the Huangtian Tribe of the Undying Blood Clan clapped his hands and laughed, his tone full of sarcasm.

The Demon Phoenix God of the Demon Heaven Tribe picked up the wine cup from which the Ghost Lord had just drunk, shook the remaining liquid inside, and said teasingly, "Come, come, Ghost Lord, this wine is still warm, why not have another cup?"

"You...you've gone too far!"

Enraged, the Ghost Lord's eyes turned bloodshot, and his blood surged. Already severely injured, he could no longer hold on, and his vision went black as he fainted.

"With such a poor character and such a state of mind, how can one possibly survive the Tribulation of Three Stops?" In the center of the camp, the God of Judgment of the Temple of Destiny shook his head slightly, his tone full of disappointment.

"waste!"

The Death God spoke succinctly, his icy gaze piercing through the void and landing on Ling Che. His eyes blazed with divine light, and an aura of death powerful enough to freeze the soul swept across the entire camp.

"Pass on my order! Command the Twelve Life Gods to engage in battle immediately! They must take this brat's head!"

The voice of the God of Death carried an undeniable majesty.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Twelve figures stepped out from the center of the camp, each exuding the powerful aura of the Tai Xu Realm, all of them top-tier experts below the Boundless Realm.

"We obey the divine command!"

The twelve responded in unison, their voices resounding throughout the universe. They then transformed into twelve streaks of light, rushing straight towards the battlefield.

The main hall of the Heavenly Court's main camp

The Heavenly Realm's Supreme God, the Blade God Realm's Blade Sovereign, the Western Heaven's Buddha Realm's Yuan Shen God Sovereign, the Heavenly Palace's War God Bian Zhuang, the Heavenly Dragon Realm's Sky-Riding God King... a group of Heavenly Court Realm Gods, the strongest in their respective realms, were sitting around discussing matters, but the atmosphere inside the hall was tense and fraught with danger.

"Shang Zu!" The Sky-Riding God King's eyes widened, his two cyan-gold vertical pupils blazing with fury as he sternly questioned, "Why did you Yuan Gang of the Heavenly Realm obstruct the gods' aid to Lord Mingde? Clearly, you harbor treacherous intentions, plotting to use the Hell Realm to eliminate the pillar of my Heavenly Court!"

The Heavenly Dragon Realm and the Heavenly Realm have a long-standing feud. Back then, the Shang Ancestor and the Dragon Clan, the rulers of the Heavenly Dragon Realm, competed for a seat among the heavens. The Shang Ancestor was outmaneuvered and lost to the Dragon Clan's Myriad Dragons Returning to the Origin Divine Power. From then on, the two realms became irreconcilable enemies.

The Western Heaven Buddhist Realm's Yuan Shen Divine Venerable clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha. Benefactor Yuan Gang's actions are indeed inappropriate. Lord Mingde is a great god of our Heavenly Court Realm; how can we allow him to fight alone? Such actions have chilled the hearts of all the cultivators in the heavens."

"I, the God of War, also agree with what the Divine Venerable Yuanshen said," God of War Bian Zhuang said in a deep voice. "Now that the Hell Realm is powerful, we can only resist it by working together. How can we fight among ourselves?"

Everyone echoed his sentiments, but the Sword Master remained silent, his gaze sharp as a blade, fixed on the starfield battlefield outside the hall, his expression inscrutable.

"The twelve Fates of the Temple of Destiny have been mobilized," the Sword Master suddenly spoke, his voice icy. "It seems Feng Caiyi can no longer sit idly by."

A glint flashed in Shang Zu's eyes, and he quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Please calm down, everyone. With us here, there will be no problems. I have faith in the strength of Lord Mingde. We only need to stay here and observe the situation."

"Old man Shang, you..." The Sky-Riding God King was furious and wanted to say more, but was pulled back by the War God Bian Zhuang.

"Yu Kong, how dare you be so rude!" War God Bian Zhuang roared. "How dare you offend the majesty of the Shang Ancestor?" With that, he looked up at the starry sky and murmured to himself, "Lord Mingde, can you withstand this calamity?"

Starfield Battlefield

The twelve Destiny Gods of the Temple of Destiny all originated from the twelve palaces, and each is a peak-level expert in the Tai Xu Realm. When the twelve join forces in a formation, they are powerful enough to contend with or even annihilate a God-Emperor or God-King in the Qiankun Wuliang Realm!

Upon entering the battlefield, the twelve Destiny Gods simultaneously opened the Gates of Destiny.

Twelve uniquely styled Gates of Destiny stand amidst the starry sky. As the gates turn, the mysteries of destiny spread out, transforming into a vast, all-encompassing net that directly envelops this entire star field.

hum-

A terrifying pressure of fate, like Mount Tai pressing down on Ling Che, crushed the void inch by inch, even distorting the light.

Ling Che's body sank, almost being directly suppressed by this pressure, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Trying to suppress me? Wishful thinking!"

A cold glint flashed in Ling Che's eyes. The divine jade brush in his hand shone brightly as he mobilized his peak 84th-level spiritual power. The tip of the brush moved swiftly, outlining a towering pine tree.

The pine tree stands tall and straight, reaching for the heavens. Its needles, like swords, pierce the sky and forcefully break through the suppression of the gate of fate!

"court death!"

The twelve gods roared in unison, each unleashing their most powerful and secret abilities.

In an instant, ice froze the galaxy, flames burned the sky, and hurricanes tore the heavens and earth apart... Countless terrifying energies raged across millions of miles of star field, and every attack was enough to destroy a great world!

Faced with this devastating attack, Ling Che remained calm, holding the sacred book of the Confucian patriarch, and suddenly shook it.

Splash!

Countless divine characters, like stars in the sky, flew out, each character containing the profound meaning of the Confucian ancestor's Great Dao, weaving together to form an indestructible barrier of divine characters.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The divine powers of the twelve life gods bombarded the barrier like a tidal wave, but they were completely swallowed up by the divine script barrier without even causing a ripple.

"Such strong defense!" The Twelve Gods' expressions changed drastically.

Ling Che seized the opportunity to counterattack, his divine jade brush sketching continuously, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and peaks all appearing at the tip of the brush.

The brushstrokes flow like dragons and snakes, revealing their sharpness!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Countless sword shadows appeared out of thin air, each sword shadow stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, their sword energy crisscrossing and tearing through the void.

"Freeze!"

Ling Che gave a soft shout, and suddenly pointed his pen vertically.

Countless sword shadows converged, sword energy solidified, transforming into a long river of sword energy that stretched across the star field, rushing furiously toward the twelve life gods.

"Form ranks!"

The twelve Deities of Fate dared not be negligent. They simultaneously formed hand seals, and the profound mysteries of fate on their bodies intertwined and merged, transforming into a supreme array of fate. As the array patterns flowed, they emitted a terrifying pressure that was enough to contend with the Boundless Realm.

Boom!

The River of Swords and the Great Array of Destiny collided with a deafening roar!

In an instant, nearly a million miles of star field space was completely destroyed, turning into a chaotic void, with violent energy turbulence sweeping in all directions.

Heavenly Court Camp

"So powerful!" The Sword God stared at the earth-shattering collision in the center of the star field, his expression solemn, and exclaimed in shock, "This Mingde Divine Lord is so powerful that even the twelve Fate Gods of the Temple of Destiny could not defeat him. His combat strength is probably comparable to the Boundless Realm of Heaven and Earth."

"Please look, everyone!"

A powerful figure from the Confucian world of the Western universe stared intently at the sacred book of the Confucian Ancestor in Ling Che's hand, his voice tinged with greed, "The book in the hands of Divine Lord Mingde is a supreme treasure of Confucianism written by the Confucian Ancestor, containing the crystallization of the Confucian Ancestor's great Dao! This item should have been in the Kunlun Realm. It seems that Divine Lord Mingde must have entered the Kunlun Realm and obtained the inheritance of some Confucian Ancestor, which is why he has such combat power."

These words immediately caused an uproar within the camp.

The gods were in an uproar, and several great gods from the Heavenly Realm, with greed in their eyes, clamored, "Since Lord Mingde has received the legacy of the Confucian Ancestor, he should make it public and share it with all cultivators of the myriad realms."

"That's a misconception!" A great master from the art world stepped forward and retorted in a deep voice, "Our Confucian and Taoist lineage originated from the Kunlun Realm. The four Confucian Ancestors are all our patriarchs. Since the Confucian Ancestors have recognized Lord Mingde, that is his good fortune. How can we force it?"

"No, no!" A soft, feminine voice rang out; it was none other than the great Confucian scholar.

He said with a forced smile, "The four Confucian ancestors were all extraordinary figures who spread their teachings to all living beings in the world. Since Lord Mingde has received the legacy of the Confucian ancestors, he should be magnanimous and pass on the inheritance to the Heavenly Realm so that all living beings can share it. In this way, I believe the spirits of the Confucian ancestors in heaven will be very gratified."

"Lu Qi! You scoundrel!"

The Ten-Stringed Master of the Qin World was enraged. He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Hypocritical scoundrel! What do you mean by sharing with all realms? You clearly want to possess it all for yourself! The Four Elements Gods were truly blind to talent back then, actually taking an ungrateful wretch like you as their disciple!"

Lu Qi was originally born on a life star under the Kunlun Realm. Later, due to his outstanding talent, he was taken as a disciple by the Four Gods of the Kunlun Realm Qin Sect. During the ancient god war, the Four Gods of the Kunlun Realm and the gods of the Kunlun Realm were ambushed and killed by the Hell Realm. At that time, Lu Qi, who had already broken through to the Great God level, stayed in the Kunlun Realm and did not advance. When he learned of the misfortune of the gods of the Kunlun Realm, Lu Qi, under the instigation of Xuan Yi, stole a large amount of Confucian and Taoist resources from the Kunlun Realm to create the Confucian Realm and switched to the banner of the Heaven Realm. For tens of thousands of years, with the support of the Heaven Realm, he has been suppressing the world of Qin, Qi, Shu, Hua. The Ten-String Great God had been forbearing for a long time, and now, upon hearing his words, he could no longer suppress his anger.

"You were originally the son of a merchant in the mortal world, not even qualified to take the imperial examination. If it weren't for the mercy of the gods, how could you have been fortunate enough to be ranked alongside the gods? But you betrayed your master, betrayed the Kunlun Realm, betrayed Confucianism and Taoism, and willingly became a lackey of the Heavenly Realm. You have no integrity whatsoever and have truly disgraced the Four Gods." The Ten-String God's words were like daggers to the heart, cursing Lu Qi until he was covered in blood.

"Ten Strings! How dare you humiliate me like this! I will tear you to pieces!" Lu Qi, enraged and humiliated, disregarded the occasion and launched a fierce attack on the Great God Ten Strings.

"Enough!" A furious shout rang out, as loud as a thunderclap.

Bian Zhuang, the God of War, glared angrily, his divine power surging, and he stomped his foot.

Two streams of water suddenly appeared, transforming into two water prisons that trapped both the Ten-String God and Lu Qi.

"You two are utterly disgraceful!" War God Bian Zhuang roared. "You dare to fight amongst yourselves in the camp? Do you have no respect for me at all?!"

His gaze swept over the two men like lightning, and he said coldly, "I'll spare you this time! When the divine war begins, you two will be at the forefront! If you fail to slay a single great god, you'll have to offer your heads!"

Upon hearing this, the gods who had originally intended to plead for the two fell silent, too terrified to speak further.

The fierce battle in the interstellar battlefield continues.

The twelve Destiny Gods were shaken by the Sword Dao River, causing their blood and qi to surge, but they did not retreat. Instead, they activated the Destiny Array once again, and the twelve Gates of Destiny shone brightly. The terrifying Dao of Destiny swept in like a tide, suppressing Ling Che.

Life and death, fortune and misfortune, light and darkness, nothingness, truth, space, time, the seven emotions and the six desires... countless principles intertwine, transforming into a sea of ​​destiny that traps Ling Che within it.

"Lord Mingde, the God of Death has ordered that your head be taken. Today, you will surely die!"

The Death God of the Palace of Death roared, holding a divine artifact of rules in his hand. With a sudden swing, a dark demonic light burst forth, carrying a terrifying power that corroded the soul, and slammed into the barrier formed by the Holy Book of Confucian Ancestor.

sizzle-

The barrier trembled violently, groaning under its strain, and wherever the demonic light passed, the divine runes began to dissolve.

"You think you can take my life?"

Ling Che's voice came from the Sea of ​​Destiny, carrying a hint of disdain and arrogance.

He held the sacred book of the Confucian patriarch, its pages turning rapidly, countless divine characters constantly repairing the barrier. At the same time, his gaze grew increasingly sharp. His spiritual power at the peak of the eighty-fourth level was nearing its limit; one more step would open up a new world.

This exhilarating battle was the perfect opportunity for him to break through to the 85th level of spiritual power.

The power of heaven and earth has gathered; only the final step remains—tempering the spirit through battle, nurturing perfect spiritual power in the furnace, thereby breaking through to the next realm.

Ling Che took a deep breath, and the righteous energy within him, the profound Confucian and Taoist principles of the Confucian Ancestor's Sacred Book, and the sharpness of the Divine Jade Brush completely merged into one. His eyes became clearer and more resolute than ever before.

"Eighty-five steps... A single thought can determine the fate of the world; today I, the one who will break through this shackle!"