The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 21 Good and Evil Conference 1

In the Central Region of Tiantai Continent, Mount Longshou stretches across the sky, its summit shrouded in swirling clouds and mist. The once-in-a-millennium Righteous-Demon Grand Assembly of the Kunlun Realm is being held here as scheduled.

This gathering is an unprecedented event in the realm, its core purpose being to reconcile the conflict between good and evil, and to define fundamental interests such as control of the Holy City, ownership of the Holy Lineage, and distribution of spiritual herbs. Historically, it has been managed by the leading power in the Kunlun Realm for the past millennium. This time, the Moon Worshiping Demonic Cult has overpowered all others to take charge of the gathering. Upon hearing the news, all the major Holy Realm forces and ancient clans dared not be negligent, dispatching elite teams to Dragon Head Mountain overnight, hoping to gain an advantage in this grand event concerning the fate of the realm.

At the summit of Dragon Head Mountain, the Dragon Eye Pavilion seemed poised to take flight. Inside, sandalwood incense and holy energy intertwined. Seated within were top-tier experts from the Kunlun Realm, all at the Great Saint Realm or above, each aura capable of shaking the heavens and earth. In the main seat, Daoist Ling Che sat upright, clad in black robes and with ink-black hair. His Daoist aura was restrained, and his gaze swept across the entire area, emanating an invisible pressure.

"Are all the registered Great Saints of the Kunlun Realm present?" Ling Che asked, his voice calm yet penetrating, his gaze falling on the figure standing beside him. That was Long Yi, the leader of the Demon Guards whom he had personally trained. He was the leader of the Dragon Guards, one of the four guards of dragon, phoenix, tortoise, and elephant, which Ling Che had cultivated from the essence of four divine-level alien species he had killed. At this moment, he had already reached the cultivation of a demigod.

Long Yi wore a dragon-patterned mask, obscuring most of his face, and his tone was as cold as ice: "Reporting to the Demon Emperor, there are a total of 175 Great Saints in the realm. Our sect's four Supreme Elders are in seclusion and have not yet emerged, and the Southern Divine Child has postponed his attendance. There are 168 present. Only the Wanfodao Benmie and the Elephant Demon King of the Black Market Demon Elephant City are missing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Che's aura suddenly cooled down, and an invisible chill permeated the entire area. The Great Saints in the pavilion were all silent as cicadas in winter, and even their breathing became unconsciously shallow.

"Buddha Xuanxin, Benmie is your nephew. You should give an explanation for this matter." Long Yi turned to the front seat and looked at Buddha Xuanxin, who was resting with his eyes closed. The latter was surrounded by Buddhist light, as if he had already transcended worldly concerns.

"Amitabha." As the chanting of the Buddha's name rose, the Xuanxin Buddha Emperor slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear as a mirror. "Benmie was expelled from the sect by Senior Brother Xuanyan long ago due to the torment of his inner demons. I have no way of knowing his whereabouts, only that he went to the Southern Region a few months ago."

Beside him, the Black Market leader, Evil Emperor, lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, his powerful voice ringing out: "The Black Market has no definite information about the Demon King's whereabouts, but most likely, he is also preoccupied with matters in the Southern Region."

"The Southern Region?" Ling Che raised an eyebrow slightly. "Has there been any unusual activity in the Southern Region recently?"

"Reporting to the Demon Emperor, a new secret realm has recently appeared in the Southern Region. It is rumored to have a deep connection with the Wutong Divine Tree, a spiritual root of heaven and earth. Several saints have entered it and obtained opportunities, attracting forces from all sides to flock there," Long Yi replied in a deep voice.

"So, the two of them must have gone to explore the secret realm." Ling Che's tone remained indifferent. "Has the Demon Token been delivered to them? If not, then have Huang Yi take the Refining Furnace to the secret realm and bring the two of them here. If they have received the Demon Token but still dare to be absent, then show no mercy and kill them on the spot."

Upon hearing this, many Great Sages in the pavilion subtly changed their expressions. The Demon Emperor's ruthless and decisive actions were indeed well-deserved. The Evil Emperor was about to speak up to smooth things over, but the Night Emperor beside him secretly gave him a look. The Evil Emperor's eyes flickered, and he ultimately suppressed his emotions and remained silent.

Seeing this, Ling Che did not delve into the matter, and changed the subject: "I am presiding over the Righteous and Demonic Assembly this time for two reasons. First, to observe the demeanor of the newly emerging geniuses of the Kunlun Realm in the past few hundred years. Second, there is a major matter concerning the fate of the realm that I need to discuss with you all."

His gaze swept across the entire hall, and his voice suddenly became solemn: "You are all descendants of the ancient lineage of our Kunlun Realm, and you should know of the past glory of the Kunlun Realm. Fifty thousand years ago, our realm was filled with gods, whose divine might shook the universe, and all realms paid homage to us. It was one of the most prestigious worlds in the universe. However, the ancient war of the gods brought about its downfall, and the gods were killed in battle. The survivors either died from severe injuries or went into hiding, and the Kunlun Realm declined from its peak."

"What the Demon Emperor said is true." Xuanxin Buddha Emperor replied, his tone tinged with melancholy. "The last True Buddha of my Ten Thousand Buddhas Path, Yuanji True Buddha, passed away in Mount Pro in the Western Regions. Before his passing, he left a prophecy: 'Those who attain enlightenment and become gods must not step out of Kunlun, for beyond the starry sky lies a terror that can destroy the heavens and the earth.'"

The Evil Emperor nodded in agreement: "The ancient books of the Black Market also record that the last true god of the Black Market warned before his death that the enemies of the Kunlun Realm are far more complex than the races of the Hell Realm."

The room was immediately abuzz with discussion. These great saints mostly came from ancient families and knew about the brutality of the ancient divine wars from their clan's books.

Fifty thousand years ago, the Ten Tribulations Heavenly Monarch led his elite forces to infiltrate the Yellow Springs Starfield. Although he successfully destroyed the energy core of the Hell Realm, he was left with blood staining the starry sky and disappeared without a trace. The Lord of Fallen God Island was severely injured and imprisoned by the Temple of Destiny. The Holy Monk of Sumeru sacrificed himself to protect the realm, dying a martyr. Even more fatally, the Heavenly Tree was severed, and the rules of heaven and earth in the Kunlun Realm were incomplete, plunging it into an era without gods, where even Saints became extremely rare. If it weren't for Ling Che's continuous introduction of resources from the outside world over the years to nourish the cultivators within the realm, the Kunlun Realm today would probably not even be able to gather ten Great Saints.

"Listen attentively, everyone." Ling Che raised his hand, and the entire hall fell silent instantly. He slowly rose, his body radiating divine light, and an immense, boundless pressure swept outwards: "I have summoned you all today to announce a momentous event—I have already attained godhood!"

Before the words were even finished, the world changed color, and the Dragon Eye Pavilion vanished instantly. The Great Sages felt their surroundings change abruptly, finding themselves in a vast and boundless world. Nearly a million miles of territory stretched before them, with eighteen great suns and eighteen yin moons hanging high in the sky, rotating endlessly. The two divine rivers, Taiyin and Taiyang, flowed ceaselessly, traversing the entire world. Yin and Yang energies intertwined and circulated, creating a vibrant scene of life and flourishing existence. This was the divine realm of the Supreme Void Realm, where the Great Sages, under the overwhelming divine might of the peak Taixu Realm, felt like tiny boats on a vast ocean, as insignificant as dust, unable to muster even the power to resist.

"The Demon Emperor...has become a god?"

This news struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, leaving all the Great Sages stunned and incredulous. It should be known that Ling Che had cultivated for less than eight hundred years; to attain True Godhood at such a young age was an extremely rare feat, even in the history of the Kunlun Realm!

Only the Supreme Saints like the Profound Heart Buddha Emperor and the Evil Emperor remained calm, instead observing this divine realm with great interest. The Evil Emperor, in particular, was filled with astonishment: "Incredible! The Demon Emperor cultivates the thirty-six Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings, his demonic powers are unparalleled, yet his divine realm is centered on the principles of Yin and Yang, devoid of any demonic energy. Instead, it possesses a vast, ethereal, and naturally harmonious Daoist atmosphere. Could it be that the Demon Emperor primarily cultivates the Heavenly Demon Extreme Yang Diagram and the Heavenly Demon Yin Moon Diagram?"

The Evil Emperor himself was also a cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings, having painstakingly studied the nine stone carvings in the Black Market. His demonic cultivation had reached its peak, comparable to that of a true god, yet he still could not see through Ling Che's magnificent divine world. He was unaware of Ling Che's secret of having clones, and simply assumed that the difference in their cultivation levels was too great, preventing him from comprehending the true meaning of Ling Che's divine world.

Seeing the crowd's reaction, Ling Che smiled slightly, made a grasping motion in the air, and hundreds of fruits fell from the two divine trees in the center of the Divine Realm World, shining brightly and exuding a refreshing fragrance. These were the Great Sun Fusang and the Moon Laurel, divine trees he had painstakingly cultivated, divided into three grades: those that ripened once every 100,000 years could help Great Saints who cultivated the Yin-Yang Dao break through to the Divine Realm, and could also enhance the divine soul of gods; those that ripened once every 10,000 years could forge a perfect Yin-Yang physique, helping cultivators comprehend the sacred Yin-Yang Dao; and those that ripened once every 1,000 years could purify the sacred soul and amplify the cultivation of the Sacred Realm.

"Fellow Daoists, these are sacred fruits of Fusang and Laurel, which can cleanse the soul and enhance cultivation. Please take a look." Ling Che raised his hand, and the sacred fruits transformed into streams of light, landing precisely in front of each Great Saint.

Upon seeing this, the Great Sage Huo Shang from the Fire Clan of the Southern Region immediately rose and knelt in worship: "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor has attained the Dao of True God. We have already failed to prepare any congratulatory gifts, which is already impolite. Your Majesty has also bestowed such a precious treasure upon us, which truly makes us feel apprehensive!"

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need for such formalities." Ling Che flicked his sleeve, and an invisible stream of energy helped Huo Shang up. "In terms of seniority, I should address you all as seniors. You are all pillars of the Kunlun Realm, and we still need your concerted efforts to overcome the difficulties facing our Kunlun Realm."

The Evil Emperor frowned slightly and asked, "Since the Demon Emperor possesses the cultivation of a God Realm expert, he is invincible in the Kunlun Realm. What kind of difficulty requires the intervention of us Great Sages? If even the Demon Emperor cannot resolve this, what use are our Saint Realm cultivation levels?"

Being in Ling Che's divine realm, the Evil Emperor had the most direct experience of its power. Even the many ancient god corpses remaining in the black market paled in comparison to Ling Che's current divine might. He had only ever felt such divine power from the Heavenly Demon Stone Carvings; he couldn't imagine what else could possibly stump Ling Che. The Profound Heart Buddha Emperor and the others nodded in agreement, their expressions tinged with doubt.

"Amitabha, Fellow Daoist Evil Emperor, you are mistaken." A Buddhist chant came from the void. Master Shenmeng walked on lotus flowers, followed by a group of top experts including Martial Emperor, Sword Emperor, and Xue Renxian. Their powerful auras indicated that they had just experienced a great battle.

"Greetings, Grandmaster Shenmeng!" Upon seeing this, the Great Saints of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Path all rose and bowed respectfully. The Great Saints of the Martial City Academy, Wanxiang City, and other forces also hurriedly greeted the Martial Emperor and the Sword Emperor.

The Evil Emperor's gaze fell on Master Shenmeng, his brows furrowing even more deeply, his tone tinged with disgust: "Senior Shenmeng, what was the purpose of your journey to the Endless Abyss at the Demon Emperor's summons? Why is your body stained with such a dense aura of bloodshed and slaughter, mixed with a strange and unpredictable power?"

"Hahaha, let this old man explain this matter. The predicament of my Kunlun Realm is not within, but in the gods of the Hell Realm gathered outside the starry sky!" A hearty laugh rang out, and Shen Wencang rode a small black donkey, slowly walking from the void. Behind him was a young man dressed as a pageboy, with a somewhat effeminate look in his eyes. He was none other than Chu Lan from Fengdu Ghost City in the Hell Realm.

"The gods of the outer hell realm? Old man Shen, you also went to the endless abyss?" The Evil Emperor's gaze was sharp as a knife as it fell on Chu Lan. "Your pageboy has a pure and refined ghost aura, which is far from being as simple as an ordinary ghost cultivator."

Chu Lan stood with his head bowed, his heart churning with turmoil. He had thought that the Kunlun Realm had fallen into decline, but he hadn't expected that there would be over a hundred Great Saints here, including no fewer than twenty Supreme Great Saints, and even a Yuanhui-level representative like Shen Wencang. He couldn't even see through the depths of the Evil Emperor in front of him, who was most likely also a top-tier Great Saint at the Yuanhui level. Such a foundation truly exceeded his expectations.

What shook Chu Lan even more was the divine world he was in.

Only the strongest beings in the divine realm could create such a vast and boundless divine world. He once had the good fortune to enter the divine world of an ancient god in Fengdu Ghost City who had survived the tribulations of three eras, but the vastness of that world was less than half of the world before him. In terms of the perfection of the laws of heaven and earth and the life of all living things, it was worlds apart, like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

In the Kunlun Realm... there is still a God-level powerhouse in existence!

The thought exploded in Chu Lan's mind like a thunderbolt, shaking his very soul. If this were to spread, the entire Hell Realm would be engulfed in a colossal upheaval! Back then, to annihilate the Kunlun Realm, the patriarchs of all ten clans of the Hell Realm mobilized, and the strongest warriors from all the major temples poured in, paying an immeasurable price to barely crush this eternally indestructible world. In that battle, more than one Divine Venerable Realm expert perished in the Hell Realm. After all, the sword of the Sumeru Saint Monk was not something anyone could withstand; even the Void God Venerable of the Temple of Destiny had fallen to his blade.

Chu Lan stared intently at Ling Che's Dao body, with only one thought in his mind: this person must be an old-fashioned god-king who had stood in the world before the ancient times of Kunlun Realm. Shen Wencang's statement that he "proved to godhood before the age of eight hundred" was simply a fantasy, utterly absurd! Either that old man was insane, or the Dao body before him was the reincarnation of some great power in the history of Kunlun Realm.

The greatest secret of the Kunlun Realm probably lies within this deity!

But Chu Lan was soon plunged into a deep abyss of despair. He was now nothing more than a prisoner. Even if he knew such a shocking secret, how could he send a message back to the underworld?

The thought sent a chill down his spine from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. As a cultivator from the Hell Realm, having uncovered such a secret of the Kunlun Realm that could shake the heavens, what chance did he have of survival? Today, he was destined to perish here.

"Hehe, Brother Chu, there's no need to be so nervous."

Shen Wencang patted Chu Lan's tense shoulder, his laughter low yet frank, "Brother was able to bring you into the Demon Emperor's divine realm only because the Demon Emperor himself promised. Just relax, we have absolutely no intention of taking your life."

Seeing this, Ling Che, the Daoist standing to the side, glanced indifferently at Chu Lan and slowly spoke, his voice carrying a powerful aura that penetrated to the heart: "Chu Lan, the Great Sage of Fengdu Ghost City, I recognize you. You are a direct disciple of the Southern Ghost Emperor and the most recognized genius of this generation of ghosts. If it weren't for Senior Uncle Shen personally taking action, it probably wouldn't have been so easy for the others to capture you alive and bring you here."

"This humble one, Chu Lan, greets Your Majesty!"

Chu Lan trembled and quickly bowed, his voice trembling with barely concealed fear. The person before him was very likely a true god, capable of destroying a great world with a mere gesture. Even a casual glance from the other party would be enough to crush him, a great saint, into ashes. He couldn't help but be terrified.

Ling Che nodded slightly, gesturing for him to stand up, his tone softening somewhat: "I had Senior Uncle Shen bring you here not to make things difficult for you, but because there is an important matter that I need you to handle."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, and a jet-black bead, shrouded in a dense ghostly aura, floated in front of Chu Lan. The ghostly aura wafted out in wisps, making the surrounding air feel somewhat chilly.