The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 90 The Sacred Pill Banquet 1

In the blink of an eye, Semir had no time to think. He quickly channeled the power of light throughout his body, and a holy sword shrouded in holy light instantly appeared in his hand. This sword was a Five Elements Monarch Holy Artifact. He struggled to raise the holy sword, trying to block this earth-shattering axe blow.

"Click!"

A crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound suddenly echoed throughout the arena.

Cheng Zhijie's Chaotic Demon Axe fell like an ancient divine mountain crushing down, its power immense and unmatched. The holy sword in Samir's hand was like paper in the face of this terrifying power, instantly shattering, scattering fragments, and dissipating the power of light.

Samir felt an immense force travel through the holy sword, causing his holy body to go numb and his blood to surge, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. But Cheng Zhijie gave him no chance to catch his breath. With a flash, he approached like a ghost, and with a turn of his demonic axe, he instantly unleashed a second strike.

The black axe light transformed into a terrifying tornado, perfectly fusing the rules of the demonic path with those of the axe path. The power of twenty trillion rules erupted once more, unstoppable, directly shattering the light defenses surrounding Semir. The axe light split into several black blades, instantly severing the eight pairs of angelic wings behind Semir.

"Pfft!"

Holy blood gushed out like a red spring, splashing across the entire arena. Semill let out a shrill scream, her face turning deathly pale instantly. Excruciating pain spread throughout her body, and she staggered, nearly falling onto the arena. Her once proud and holy appearance was now utterly wretched.

Samir endured the excruciating pain, feeling the piercing agony from the wound on his back. He was filled with shock, anger, and above all, disbelief. He abruptly looked up, staring intently at Cheng Zhijie, his eyes wide with horror, and exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Twenty trillion rules! How is this possible?!"

The Heavenly Realm had already conducted a detailed investigation of the Primordial Realm and the Great Tang Dynasty. Intelligence clearly stated that, apart from the Tang Emperor, only six dukes in the Great Tang Dynasty had cultivation levels exceeding the Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life Realm. Cheng Zhijie, however, had only recently reached the Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life Realm in the Taiwei Starfield battlefield, a far cry from the peak of demigodhood. Yet, in just a few days, Cheng Zhijie's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, directly reaching the pinnacle of the lower divine realm, mastering twenty trillion rules. This cultivation speed was simply heaven-defying, overturning all his understanding.

Seeing Semir's shocked and disheveled appearance, Cheng Zhijie burst into laughter. His laughter was rough and full of pleasure. Holding the Chaos Demon Axe, he approached Semir step by step, his tone arrogant and domineering: "Nothing is impossible! With Lord Zhenyu's guidance, helping me break through my realm, what is this little bit of progress! You birdman, weren't you very arrogant just now? Now, take another blow from my axe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Zhijie's demonic energy surged once more. He gripped the Chaotic Demon Axe with both hands, channeling his holy power to the fullest extent, and roared, "Heavenly Demon Blood Axe!"

In an instant, trillions of demonic rules frantically condensed in the void, forming a ten-thousand-foot-tall blood-red giant axe above Cheng Zhijie's head. The giant axe was covered with demonic patterns, and blood energy and demonic energy intertwined. An extremely ferocious ancient demon god phantom emerged from the blood axe. The phantom stood tall and firm, holding the blood axe in a wielding manner, and with the power to destroy the world, it slashed down fiercely towards Samir.

This axe strike contained all of Cheng Zhijie's cultivation, along with one percent of the demonic mysteries within him. Coupled with the enhancement of the sub-god-level supreme artifact, the Chaos Demon Axe, its power was terrifying to the extreme. Where it struck, space itself was torn apart, revealing pitch-black spatial rifts, with turbulent spatial currents surging, causing one's heart to tremble.

Seeing this, Semill's face turned deathly pale, a deep sense of impending doom rising within him. He knew he couldn't withstand this axe blow head-on, so he immediately began to form hand seals, channeling the last of his remaining light power to unleash his life-saving technique, shouting fiercely, "Wall of Light!"

Trillions of rules of light surged from his body in an instant, condensing into a light barrier ten thousand feet high in front of him. The barrier was covered with divine runes of light, making it extremely sturdy. Samir poured all his cultivation into strengthening it, and he was confident that even an ordinary pseudo-god could not break through this defense in an instant, and it was enough to withstand Cheng Zhijie's attack.

But he ultimately underestimated Cheng Zhijie's fighting strength at this moment.

The ten-thousand-foot-long blood axe crashed down with overwhelming force, slashing fiercely at the Barrier of Light.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the Barrier of Light shattered instantly, breaking apart like glass. The power of light dissipated, unable to withstand the power of the Blood Axe.

The blood axe continued its momentum, striking Samir's sacred body with tremendous force, instantly severing it in two. His internal organs spilled onto the ground, and blood stained the entire arena. Samir's eyes widened, filled with resentment and disbelief. His head rolled away, and he breathed his last, unable to believe even in death that he had been defeated by a cultivator who had only recently broken through to the Supreme Realm.

Cheng Zhijie's eyes were icy cold, showing no mercy. He swung the Chaos Demon Axe in his hand again, directly engulfing Semir's holy soul into the axe and completely refining it. He then extracted the holy source from Semir's body and put it into his own pocket, cleanly and efficiently.

The powerful figures surrounding the arena were all shocked and silent. Their eyes were wide open, and their gazes toward Cheng Zhijie were filled with awe and horror. No one expected that the peak demigod, Semir, would be killed so easily by Cheng Zhijie. The cultivators of the Primordial World were so powerful.

Meanwhile, the gods of Heaven could no longer remain seated upon seeing this. Their faces turned ashen, and they were burning with rage. The Second-Rank Blood God was especially furious. Samir was Yu Dongxuan's personal disciple, and if he died here, he would have no way to explain himself to Yu Dongxuan.

Immediately, the Second-Rank Blood God no longer hesitated. With a swift movement, blood light surged around him, and divine rules erupted, transforming into a towering blood hand. Carrying endless bloody pressure, it reached towards the arena, attempting to forcibly save Semir's crippled body and salvage some face.

But at that moment, the Tang Emperor, who had been standing calmly in the distance, moved.

The Tang Emperor's gaze was indifferent, but his eyes held a hint of cold anger as he looked at the Second-Rank Blood God. He stepped into the air, raised his right hand, and assumed a posture of drawing a bow. Instantly, invisible archery rules emerged, condensing in his hand into a golden divine bow formed from pure archery rules. The bowstring was fully drawn, like a full moon, and a golden arrow was formed. On the tip of the arrow, archery rules surged like an angry dragon, possessing boundless power.

"call out!"

Emperor Tang released his grip, and the arrow shot out instantly at extreme speed, chasing stars and the moon, tearing through the sky, carrying endless rules of archery, and heading straight for that towering blood hand.

"boom!"

The golden arrow collided with the crimson hand, instantly unleashing a deafening roar. The crimson hand was shattered by the arrow, its crimson light dissipating. The Second-Rank Blood God staggered back several steps, his face alternating between red and white, his heart filled with dread for the Tang Emperor.

He was at the peak of the Upper God realm, but Emperor Tang was only at the Middle God realm. Yet Emperor Tang was able to easily break through his divine power. Such combat strength was simply heaven-defying and far surpassed that of his peers, making Emperor Tang no longer dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

The Second Blood God steadied himself, glaring at Emperor Tang, and shouted angrily, "Emperor Tang, what do you mean by this? Samir is a personal disciple of the Jade Palace Master of the Temple of Light, a man of noble status. If he dies on the arena, the Jade Palace Master will be furious and will never forgive your Primordial Realm, nor your Great Tang Dynasty!"

Upon hearing this, the Tang Emperor smiled faintly, his tone calm yet carrying boundless majesty: "So you are the disciple of Palace Master Yu. No wonder you are so nervous."

Immediately, the Tang Emperor's expression changed drastically. His dragon aura surged, his eyes turned icy, and his voice resounded throughout the heavens, shaking the very fabric of existence: "Since you've stepped onto the Heavenly Palace Arena, you must abide by its rules. Life and death are determined by fate, victory and defeat by heaven. Even if you were the Jade Palace Master's disciple, or even his own son, if you were defeated and killed on the arena, there would be no mercy! Does the Jade Palace Master think he's above the Heavenly Palace?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Tang took out the Lingxiao Great Feather Arrow and Zhenyu's Divine Decree. His aura exploded, and his divine might was overwhelming, shaking all directions. Everyone in the Heavenly Realm was furious when they saw this, but when they saw Zhenyu's Divine Decree, they dared not say anything more.

Meanwhile, in the inner hall of the Tongming Palace, hundreds of millions of miles away, Mingde, Xuandao, and Zhenyu stood side by side, their gazes fixed on the arena below. Zhenyu's expression was calm, his aura ethereal. Opposite him, Yu Dongxuan of the Temple of Light, along with several powerful figures from the Heavenly Realm faction, were confronting him from afar.

The gods stood on either side of the hall, the air within stagnant, an invisible pressure layered upon layer, the air itself seemingly compressed into a tangible form, making even breathing difficult. The Dan Yuan Assembly, held once every thirty thousand years, was supposed to be an auspicious and grand event, but at this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was extremely tense. A conflict sparked by a life-or-death duel on the arena had completely shattered the peace of this unprecedented grand event.

Yu Jingzhen, the master of the Space Temple, stood in a corner of the temple, his body shrouded in a thin layer of spatial mist. He appeared indifferent to worldly affairs, but his eyes concealed a sinister and resentful glint. Ever since Zhen Yu descended upon the Space Temple on the orders of Haotian and used swift and decisive means to win over high-ranking figures in the Boundless Realm such as Tianya Divine Venerable and Wanchi Divine Venerable, completely sidelining him, he had been hiding in the depths of the Universe Ruins, clinging to life while guarding the Four Great Universe Seals.

Zhenyu had long wanted to get rid of this illegitimate son of the Thunder Punishment Heavenly Venerable, a traitor with treacherous intentions, but Yuxu was a forbidden area of ​​the Space Temple, and the Four Directions Great Yu Seal was in Yu Jingzhen's hands. If he were to make a move in Yuxu, it would definitely cause an uproar and could easily leak the Heavenly Venerable Lan's top secret information. Zhenyu had no choice but to wait for the right opportunity.

At this moment, Yu Jingzhen's gaze swept over Zhen Yu, who remained calm in the hall. A faint, sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his lips. His voice, neither loud nor soft, carried just enough to reach several feet around him, each word laced with provocation and sarcasm: "Vice Hall Master Zhen Yu, your subordinate, Emperor Tang, is truly remarkable. Holding a divine decree, you can make the gods of the Heavenly Realm hesitate to act rashly. That Semir was the Jade Palace Master's personal disciple, yet she has perished on the arena, and the gods of the Heavenly Realm have not reacted. It seems that the Vice Hall Master's reputation is far more formidable than I imagined."

His words, seemingly complimentary, actually struck at the heart of Heaven's sore spots, deliberately escalating the conflict between Zhenyu and Yu Dongxuan. He desperately wanted the two to turn on each other so he could reap the benefits. As a powerless palace master, he had long regarded Zhenyu as a thorn in his side, hoping that Zhenyu would make enemies everywhere and fall into a desperate situation so that he could find an opportunity to turn the tables.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of all the gods in the hall focused on him. Xun Yangzi of the Tianquan Realm immediately followed up on Yu Jingzhen's words, his face feigning grief, but his tone was full of accusation. His eyes were sinister as he said, "Palace Master Yu is absolutely right. This Tang Emperor is far too audacious. He doesn't take Palace Master Yu seriously at all. Semir is Palace Master Yu's carefully cultivated disciple, a future pillar of the Temple of Light. He actually dared to allow his subordinates to kill him on the arena, treating the Temple of Light's majesty as nothing. This truly pains me to the core! The Heavenly Realm is the ruler of the world, leading the Western Universe Realms to resist the Hell Realm. How can such humiliation be easily forgiven?"

Xun Yangzi was originally from the Heavenly Realm faction and had deep ties with Yu Dongxuan. When he saw Yu Jingzhen stirring up trouble, he immediately spoke up to support her, trying to force Yu Dongxuan to take action and suppress the arrogance of Zhenyu and the others.

Meanwhile, the party at the center of this conflict, Yu Dongxuan, the Palace Master of the Temple of Light, sat in the highest seat of the main hall. He wore a pure white divine robe, his face handsome, and his body surrounded by holy light. Normally, he exuded a radiant and majestic aura, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness and suppressed rage. His divine sense had already pierced through the void, locking onto the arena outside the Hall of Heavenly Interpretation, clearly sensing that his disciple, Semir, had been beheaded, his eyes wide open in death.

Semir was his personal disciple, a promising candidate to become a god, but now he had died tragically in the arena, making him feel utterly humiliated. However, Yu Dongxuan was a powerful and shrewd man, and he forcibly suppressed the raging fire in his heart, staring intently at Emperor Tang.

The reason why Emperor Tang and his group dared to act so recklessly was simply because they had Zhenyu and Mingde Divine Venerable standing behind them. Zhenyu had already broken through to the Great Freedom Boundless Realm and was a top-level alchemy master, with the Five Elements Abbot backing him up. Mingde had even broken through to the Heavenly Perfection Realm, and his strength was unfathomable.

He didn't want to confront either of them directly. Last time, Lord Koro suffered a loss at Xuandao's hands. Moreover, life and death on the arena are left to fate. Samir was outmatched and died on the spot, which was his own fault. If he were to take revenge, he would be openly violating the Heavenly Palace's rules and giving others ammunition to criticize him. At that time, Mingde and Zhenyu would definitely not let it go, and the Heavenly Palace would not stand on his side.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. Yu Dongxuan's cold expression gradually faded, and he forced a calm demeanor. His voice was flat and emotionless, revealing no trace of joy or anger. He slowly spoke: "In a duel on the arena, life and death are preordained. Semir was outmatched and died on the spot, which was her own fault. The Emperor's words are not inappropriate, and I have no objection."

These words shocked the entire hall.

The gods of the Heavenly Realm were all horrified, exchanging bewildered glances, their hearts churning with shock. Everyone knew that Yu Dongxuan was known for his vengeful nature; now that his personal disciple had been killed, he could so easily swallow his anger—this was highly unusual. Had the power of Zhenyu and Mingde become so formidable that even the Temple of Light had to back down and compromise?

Yu Jingzhen and Xun Yangzi exchanged a glance, both seeing sneers and disdain in each other's eyes. They knew Yu Dongxuan's character all too well; this forbearance and retreat was merely a temporary lie-in, while he was undoubtedly brewing a larger conspiracy in secret. When the time was right, he would surely retaliate fiercely and would never let the matter rest.

Zhenyu, Mingde, and Xuandao naturally saw through Yu Dongxuan's thoughts. A faint smile appeared on Zhenyu's lips, his heart completely unmoved.

Yu Dongxuan's character and temperament are known to all the heavens. This feigned compliance is merely a temporary expedient. However, their faction is now powerful, and Mingde has already achieved perfect enlightenment. They no longer regard so-called giants among gods like Yu Dongxuan. Only when one breaks through to the Immortal Realm will Mingde give him a second glance. Even if Yu Dongxuan harbors resentment, he cannot cause any trouble.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Zhao Gongming, one of the nine war gods of the Heavenly Palace, slowly stepped forward and said to Yu Dongxuan, "Palace Master Yu is wise and considerate of the overall situation, which I deeply admire. As Emperor Tang said, no one can transgress the laws of the Heavenly Palace. On the arena, life and death are unpredictable. Saimir voluntarily stepped onto the stage and died on the spot. It is no wonder that Cheng Zhijie was killed, nor is it Emperor Tang's fault."

Having said that, his gaze suddenly turned stern, sweeping across the gods of the Heavenly Realm like a blade. His tone was undeniably authoritative, each word ringing with conviction: "If anyone believes that their strength allows them to transcend the laws of the Heavenly Palace and retaliate at will, then let them try and see if they can withstand the wrath of the Heavenly Palace!"

Zhao Gongming was the second war god of the Heavenly Palace, representing the will of Haotian and the Heavenly Palace. As soon as he said this, his divine might was overwhelming, causing all the gods in the Heavenly Realm to tremble. Their original restless thoughts were instantly extinguished, and they all lowered their heads, remained silent, and dared not have any further objections.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Xianxia Chi, the organizer of this Dan Yuan Assembly, slowly walked up to the high platform in the hall. With the dispute temporarily abated, she immediately spoke loudly, her voice echoing throughout the entire Yantian Hall, silencing all other noises: "Alright! Fellow Daoists, today is the Dan Yuan Assembly, held once every thirty thousand years. His Majesty Haotian has entrusted me with presiding over this grand event. I hope you will all give me face; let the matter of Semir's death be dropped, and there's no need to mention it again!"

His gaze swept over Zhenyu, Mingde, and Xuandao in turn, then turned to Yu Dongxuan. His tone was sincere, carrying a hint of appeasement: "We shouldn't interfere in the conflicts below the Divine Realm. After the Pill Gathering, we will discuss our grand strategy to resist the Hell Realm. We are all comrades-in-arms of the Heavenly Court; we should prioritize the greater good. I hope you fellow Daoists will set aside past grievances, unite as one, and work together to resist the external enemy. This is the most important matter at hand!"

Upon hearing this, Mingde nodded slightly, his demeanor composed and his voice calm yet weighty: "Since Senior Immortal has spoken, considering the overall situation of the heavens, we will naturally comply."

Seeing this, Yu Dongxuan had no choice but to back down, pretending to be righteous and nodding repeatedly in agreement, his face full of smiles, while his resentment and scheming were hidden even deeper.

Seeing that both sides had compromised, Xianxia Chi said no more and knew that it was not advisable to delay any longer. She immediately began the main ceremony of the Dan Yuan Conference. With a wave of her hand, divine power surged in her palm, and a divine cauldron, entirely crimson and engraved with countless divine patterns, slowly emerged from the void.

This cauldron is called the Six Ding Divine Cauldron, an ancient treasure of alchemy. Legend has it that it was the alchemy cauldron of an ancient celestial being. The cauldron contains endless alchemical laws, can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and contains the Six Ding Divine Fire that can refine all things. It is the core weapon for refining the pills for this Dan Yuan Conference.

Xianxia Chi's divine power surged, pushing her cultivation to its limit. Her spiritual power manifested across tens of millions of miles, its illusory form enveloping the entire Yantian Palace, exuding unparalleled majesty. With a gentle clap of her jade hand, she channeled her divine power into the cauldron. The Crimson Heaven Cauldron expanded rapidly, instantly transforming into a colossal cauldron hundreds of millions of miles high, resembling a crimson mountain lying between heaven and earth. Crimson patterns flowed across its surface, radiating countless rays of light, suppressing the surrounding void and even freezing spatial turbulence. Its oppressive aura swept across the heavens, inspiring awe in all the gods within the palace.

Immediately afterwards, Xianxia Chi flicked his finger, and the divine lock on the cauldron lid unlocked. He raised his hand and slapped the cauldron body hard, and the heavy lid slowly rose into the air and burst open with a bang.

In an instant, an extremely rich fragrance of elixir, like a monstrous wave, swept across the entire Yantian Palace and even spread to the millions of miles of void bordering Beiju Luzhou and Xiniu Hezhou. Nine-colored elixir mist surged from the cauldron, dreamlike and ethereal, swirling and swirling. The elixir mist contained incomparably pure divine realm rules and divine power; even a divine realm cultivator could increase their cultivation by inhaling just a trace.

Between heaven and earth, auspicious clouds rise in thousands of strands, rosy light shines everywhere, and the fragrance of cinnabar is refreshing and invigorating.

Xianxia Chi stood before the alchemy cauldron, his spiritual power and dharma form majestic and unparalleled. His gaze swept over all the gods and spirits, and his voice boomed, resounding throughout the universe, announcing the official opening of this unprecedented grand event: "The Pill Origin Assembly officially begins!"

As soon as the words fell, all the gods and spirits were invigorated. The previous strife and hostility were instantly washed away by the rich fragrance of the elixir and the auspicious aura. All eyes were focused on the towering crimson cauldron, anticipating this once-every-thirty-thousand-years grand feast of alchemy, and the peerless divine pills that could drive the gods mad.