The Eternal God Emperor Begins from the First Realm Breakthrough

Chapter 10 Ruochen's Death
"Tsk, as expected of Haotian, he's so impressive the moment he appears on stage."

Inside the Shengming Palace, Chen Ping smiled faintly.

Although he was a disciple of the Temple of Truth and now possessed the original magical powers of the Great Emperor of Truth, compared with Haotian, the other party was more like the successor of the Great Emperor of Truth.

Armored with the divine armor of heavenly punishment and the protection of the order of heavenly punishment, he is the undisputed master of the heavenly palace and the master of the heavenly court.

"Forget it, forget it. An ancestor should have the courage of an ancestor. What's the point of fighting with a mere Tianzun-level person?"

Having thought of this, he no longer thought about it and let his clone handle the affairs of Heaven. He calmed down and began to comprehend the magical powers of the ancestor that he had just obtained.

……

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

As usual, Chen Ping sat in the small courtyard of Shengming Palace, flipping through books.

The scroll in his hand has evolved from the holy book of Confucianism to the current Four-Nine Profound Art after several changes.

Sipping the ancient tea of ​​Shengdao and reading the six great books, life is always on the road of learning.

Over the past ten years, nothing major had happened. Zhang Ruochen had grown from a little brat into a handsome young man with a graceful figure, becoming the dream lover of countless girls in the Shengming Central Empire.

Look, there is one right in front of me.

Kong Lanyou ran quickly from outside the yard, with an irrepressible smile on the corners of her crystal-clear mouth, and her black eyes were almost connected to her eyebrows.

If a girl has charming eyes and eyebrows, she must be in love.

"Teacher, teacher, my cousin won first place on the Heavenly Ranking at the Gods Sacrifice Ceremony. He's the first on the Heavenly Ranking at the age of sixteen!"

"Yeah, I know~"

Chen Ping responded calmly, yawning as he did so.

"Why doesn't the teacher look excited at all?" Kong Lanyou blinked, looking very puzzled.

"Isn't it natural for my student to take first place on the Heavenly Ranking?"

"Not only Ruochen, you, and Ye Feng, will also take this title in the future."

Chen Ping spoke seriously, coaxing Kong Lanyou into nodding repeatedly.

"Teacher, don't worry. I will participate in the Gods Sacrifice Conference next year and take first place on the Heavenly Ranking. As for Xiao Ye, let him wait another two years."

Chen Ping smiled without saying anything, but his gaze passed through Kong Lanyou, broke through the barrier between the two worlds, and saw the eternal river of time.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the originally calm river surface.

"The wind is blowing. There will be a bloody disaster today."

……

"The word sex has a knife on its head!"

"Wine and sex are harmful to the body. Warriors can drink, but they should not indulge in beauty."

"Ruochen, you are still young, so focus on your cultivation instead of thinking about pretty girls all day long..."

……

The words of advice echoed in his mind. The sixteen-year-old Zhang Ruochen shook his head and turned to look at the beautiful and independent Princess Chi Yao beside him.

"Teacher's warning is not without reason, but Yaoyao is different from ordinary women. She and I are destined to be together forever, so it can't be considered as greed for beauty."

Zhang Ruochen was extremely proud of winning the first place in the Gods Sacrifice Conference and taking the title of the first place in the Heavenly Ranking.

Taking Princess Chi Yao all the way from Shengming City to Daming Palace, he attracted countless envious and admiring glances.

"Yaoyao, there's a lantern festival in Shengming City tonight. How about we call Lan You and Xiao Ye and go for a walk together?"

"Okay... okay, but you have to go to the Purple Bamboo Forest first and complete today's training course. Lan You told me that during the time you were away, you didn't practice sword skills every day as the Grand Tutor required." Princess Chi Yao agreed shyly, and then deliberately put on a stern face and began to lecture.

Zhang Ruochen's face froze, revealing a look of despair.

It's not that he doesn't like practicing swordsmanship, nor is it that he is afraid of hard work, but the swordsmanship that his teacher asked him to practice is just the most basic entry-level swordsmanship moves. He has been practicing it for more than ten years and has already memorized it by heart. He can even dance it backwards with his eyes closed.

He had tried to resist, but was ruthlessly suppressed.

"The Grand Tutor is a very knowledgeable person. He will not harm you. Brother Chen, you must not let the Grand Tutor down." Chi Yao spoke in a much softer tone, fearing that Zhang Ruochen would really rebel.

"I know how good the teacher is to me, but... never mind. I'll just practice. But Yaoyao, you have to go with me."

"it is good!"

Young boys and girls walk together.

In the Purple Bamboo Forest, Zhang Ruochen held the Shenyuan Sword in his hand and practiced the basic sword moves methodically for a full hour before stopping.

He looked at Chi Yao who was standing beside him, and said with a smile, "Yaoyao, has your Liangyi swordsmanship improved recently? Do you want to dance with me?"

Princess Chi Yao smiled playfully upon hearing this and replied without giving in, "Brother Chen, don't think that just because you've won the first place on the Heavenly Ranking you can defeat me." She was about to draw her bloody sword when she suddenly caught sight of two figures approaching. She stopped and bowed respectfully.

"Father, uncle."

Zhang Ruochen also saw the two of them bow respectfully.

The people who came were none other than Emperor Ming and Emperor Qing. Having reached the level of Great Sage in their cultivation, they did not show their emotions on their faces. But today, the expressions of these two emperors of Kunlun Realm were visibly solemn, and they were burdened with many worries, which were clearly visible on their faces.

"You two stop for a moment and follow me."

Emperor Ming spoke in a low voice, and his tone contained the emperor's will, which could not be resisted.

Even Zhang Ruochen had never seen Emperor Ming like this before. While he was puzzled, he also sensed that something was amiss.

He reached out and held Princess Chi Yao tightly, and the two followed Emperor Ming and Emperor Qing side by side, walking nervously towards the palace deep in the purple bamboo forest.

Emperor Ming waved his hand to open the palace gate, and the four of them walked into the palace one after another.

Zhang Ruochen looked around. The furnishings in the hall remained the same as before, without any changes.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank and his gaze fell on the old man in monk robes in the center of the hall.

"Amitabha, my Dharma name is Xumi, and I came from the past..."

Soon, there were sounds of fierce arguments in the hall, and even signs of fighting.

……

After a long time, the noise subsided, and Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao walked out of the hall together, as if nothing had happened, except that there was more sadness in Princess Chi Yao's eyes.

Back in the bamboo forest, the two drew their swords and began to dance.

Princess Chi Yao used the Yin-Yang Nine Swords, while Zhang Ruochen used the Yang-Yang Nine Swords. The two of them were in tune with each other, and the power of the Yin-Yang sword technique in their hands was extremely astonishing.

At the end of the dance, Zhang Ruochen was radiant, his white robes fluttering, and he looked as heroic as a young swordsman.

He stood with his back to Chi Yao, sheathed his sword, and was about to turn around when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Blood immediately stained the white clothes red. Zhang Ruochen turned his head in disbelief and saw that the person who stabbed the sword into his heart was Chi Yao. His face was full of disbelief.

"Yaoyao, why... do you want to kill me?"

After saying these last words, Zhang Ruochen felt dizzy and everything before him turned completely dark.

In his dying moments, he seemed to hear Kong Lanyou's heart-wrenching voice.

The blood-dripped sword fell to the ground. Princess Chi Yao's eyes were red and her whole body was trembling. She looked at Zhang Ruochen lying in a pool of blood, her heart in turmoil.

"Brother Chen, don't blame me. If you really want to blame me, then grow up with hatred. One day, you will know the real answer."

She staggered out of the Purple Bamboo Forest, leaving behind Kong Lanyou, who was crying bitterly while holding Zhang Ruochen's body in a pool of blood.

Kong Lanyou couldn't see as an illusory soul flew out of Zhang Ruochen's body and was taken away by a powerful force.

Chen Ping stood silently by the purple bamboo forest, but no one could see him.

He looked in the direction where the power that took away Zhang Ruochen's soul disappeared and couldn't help but sigh.

"Old bald thief Xumi, you really did a lot of harm to others."

The fundamental reason for the love-hate relationship between the couple lies with the holy monk Xumi.

Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao were both chosen by him to be the seeds of the darkest age in the future.

That was an era that made the ancestors despair. The enemies they faced were so powerful that even the Xumi Saint Monk himself did not know how powerful they were.

The only solution he could think of was the "Thirty-three Heavens" left by the Great Venerable Acalanatha.

"Thirty-three Heavens" is a magical skill created by the Great Venerable Acala, but even the Great Venerable Acala himself has not cultivated the thirty-three layers of chaotic heaven.

According to the deduction of the Great Venerable Acalanatha, it is impossible to fully cultivate this technique by one person alone, so it is divided into two volumes of Yin and Yang.

There is no distinction between the main and the secondary in the two volumes of Yin and Yang, and both can eventually merge with the other to achieve a perfect foundation of Taoism.

Whether it is Zhang Ruochen or Chi Yao, if they want to complete the "Thirty-Three Heavens", they need another person to transfer their cultivation to the other person after they succeed. The living person will bear the responsibility and move on in pain, while the person who transfers the cultivation is destined to die.

No matter who they are, they both want to be the one destined to die, hoping that the other can survive, but neither can pass the test of the two emperors Ming and Qing.

In the end, it was the two emperors Ming and Qing who personally decided to seal Zhang Ruochen's memory, let him reincarnate with hatred, wash away his immortal bloodline, and at the same time determine who will live and who will die in the end.

"Witness the death of the Lord of Heaven in one lifetime, and obtain the ancestral technique "Thirty-three Heavens" (complete version) and the ancestral supernatural power "Acala Fist."

A familiar message came to his mind, and Chen Ping's mouth curled up slightly.

My good disciple, you have given me such a great gift at the last moment. It makes our relationship as master and disciple worthy. See you again in eight hundred years.

(End of this chapter)