Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 1 Demonic Heart and Sacred Body, Black Market Emperor
Kunlun Realm, the Evil Land of the Eastern Region, the Heaven of the Universe.

Heavy clouds resemble the sea, and waves surge like fury. One after another, strange peaks and sacred mountains display a myriad of phenomena, scattered like stars across the sky.

Among the mountains, there is a particularly majestic peak that pierces the clouds, but its summit has been cut off in mid-air, making it exceptionally flat, as if it were carved by a single sword.

On the flat ground at the summit, rows of magnificent and ancient buildings gather an invisible force that overshadows the surrounding world.

The hundred-foot-long metal gate is engraved with three large characters, "Yipintang," written in a flamboyant style!
The Yipin Hall is extremely spacious. Although named Yipin Hall, it is actually larger than the giant cities outside and forms its own world.

Inside one of the mansions, a little boy stands in the courtyard, gazing at the sky and sighing.

"Five Elements Sacred Body, Innate Demonic Heart, I never imagined I would become Emperor One."

In his previous life, he was a cow or horse on Earth. In his spare time, he enjoyed reading fantasy novels. After working overtime for a week straight, he fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again.

Until this moment, Su Hui awakened, completely merging the memories of the two lifetimes, and connecting them with the name of this life, 'Di Yi', as well as the holy body and demonic heart he was born with.

Only then did he realize that he had been reborn into the world of 'Eternal God Emperor'.

At this time, Di Yi was only six years old and had just been sent to the Black Market First-Class Hall, not yet embarking on the path of cultivation.

In his previous life, he was a big fan of fantasy novels, and he had read "Eternal God Emperor" several times in its entirety.

He knew that Zhang Ruochen was the protagonist, the successor of time and space, Emperor Chen, and the Heavenly Dao Emperor. As the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, he was destined to rule over all the myriad paths of the universe.

He knew that the Ancestor of Time and Space and the Ancestor of the Underworld were immortal and had been planning for countless years, all in order to survive numerous calamities and achieve eternal immortality.

He also knew that the powerful and virtuous Empress Chi Yao, who now unified the five regions of Kunlun, did not truly intend to kill Zhang Ruochen eight hundred years ago, but rather threw herself into a grand scheme that would affect the universe.

……

But what good is knowing all this?
Di Yi, whose name is incredibly domineering, is born with a Five Elements Holy Body and a demonic heart. He is exceptionally talented from birth, almost like a prodigy. In the future, he will become the young master of the First-Class Hall in the Eastern Region Black Market and one of the six great kings of the new generation in the Eastern Region.

In the end, he was just a villain that Zhang Ruochen faced in the early stages. He couldn't even leave the Eastern Region before being betrayed by his own men, his three souls were scattered, and he had no chance of being resurrected.

The villains in small towns are destined to be arrogant and domineering in the early stages, but will end up as nothing more than roadside idiots.

As for Emperor Yi, he didn't even have the qualifications to live to the later stages; there wasn't even a place for him on the side of the road.

It's a pity she's not a woman. Even if she doesn't manage to enter the harem of the notoriously philandering Emperor Chen, she could at least follow in his footsteps and make a name for herself.

Even if you come from a respectable background, it doesn't matter if you're just an ordinary person.

Unfortunately, Emperor Yi was born into the black market and had long been branded as a heretic and evil person.

"I don't want to be a villain."

With a long sigh, he composed himself and carefully reviewed his memories from the previous six years.

Only then did I realize that this life has truly been tinged with tragedy.

Before he was even born, his father was killed by a powerful member of the Xu Sheng Clan. His mother raised him until he was six years old, then sent him to the Black Market's First-Class Hall before turning around and going to the Eastern Holy City to seek revenge.

Then, he died!

Upon learning this news, Emperor Yi, who was in the Yipin Hall, was filled with grief and awakened his innate wisdom, remembering his past and present lives.

"It's so miserable..."

"Having broken free of the old shackles, I now know who I am. From this day forward, I am Emperor Yi, and I will avenge this grudge in the future."

Having accepted his current identity, 'Di Yi' quickly swept away the gloom in his heart and was filled with boundless longing.

Human life is fleeting, like grass and trees in autumn; the lifespan of an ordinary person is no more than a hundred years, turning to dust in the blink of an eye.

But in this world, there is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the methods of cultivation, thousands of saints and gods, and even immortality and longevity equal to heaven are not impossible.

Being there, how could one not be captivated and filled with boundless pride!
As for the tragic ending of the original timeline, with the advantage of foresight, it is certain that the same mistakes will not be repeated!
In an instant, his mind was clear, but suddenly the golden shackles were broken, the jade lock was torn off, and unpredictable changes occurred.

Her once clear eyes seemed to transform into two deep vortexes, making everything around her even clearer; even the dust particles were visible, and the most subtle changes were captured.

If someone were to stare into his eyes at this moment, they would feel dizzy and their mind would be swallowed up by him. This is a sign that his mental strength has reached a very high level.

"Young Master, today is the day to enter the Myriad Laws Pavilion to select cultivation techniques. It's getting late, we should set off now."

A clear, melodious, and gentle voice rang out from outside the courtyard gate, and a beautiful young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old walked in.

The girl's name was Ziyuan. She was Di Yi's personal maid. Although she was young, she had already reached the Earth Realm cultivation level, which would be considered genius even in the outside world.

The Di family is a semi-saint family in the black market, barely making it into the ranks of the world.

Although Di Yi's parents were not highly skilled, barely reaching the Fish-Dragon Realm, he was exceptionally talented and was regarded as a prodigy by the Di family's higher-ups from birth, who placed high hopes on him.

Concealing the maturity beyond his years in his eyes, Di Yi said calmly, "Let's go, don't keep the seniors of Yipintang waiting."

Having spent a long time with Di Yi, Zi Yuan understood him well and couldn't help but feel a strange unease.

Just a few days ago I was heartbroken and crying my eyes out, how come I've suddenly become so calm today?

She pondered for a moment, then was overjoyed, thinking to herself, "Young Master must have emerged from his grief. He truly deserves to be called the 'Qilin Zi' of the Imperial Family, a dragon among men, and is indeed extraordinary."

"Yes, young master, please follow me."

……

Huanyu Tian is the sacred land of the Black Market, the residence of successive evil emperors, where saints gather, countless powerful individuals reside, and many are powerful forces with a history of tens of thousands of years. Yipin Hall is different; it was jointly built by the saints of the Black Market as a training ground for the younger generation, bringing together the most talented young people from the evil path of the entire Eastern Region.

Ziyuan led the way, with Di Yi following beside her, striding along the ancient bluestone path inside the Yipin Hall.

Along the way, many black market warriors cast curious glances at this Demon Heart Saint Body, who had only recently arrived at Yipintang but had already attracted the attention of the Saints.

There is no shortage of geniuses in the black market, but geniuses are also divided into different levels. Those who possess a sacred body are the best among them and have the potential to become saints.

Fifteen minutes later, the two arrived at their destination.

Before them stood a nine-story metal tower, said to be a powerful sacred artifact, combined with the entire formation of the First-Class Hall. Even a saint would have no chance of survival if he dared to trespass.

Ziyuan stopped in her tracks from afar. Wanfa Tower was a forbidden area of ​​Yipin Hall. Given her status, she was not allowed to even approach it, let alone enter it.

She glanced at him with some anticipation, then bent down and whispered, "Young Master, a senior from Yipintang will guide you inside later. Just follow the instructions of the family head."

Di Yi nodded slightly, looked up at the tall tower in front of him, and a sense of anticipation arose in his heart.

Such a magnificent world, with countless beautiful scenes, heroes like songs, beauties like paintings, and the path to heaven through which great power is bestowed upon him, is now right before his eyes.

With this in mind, he stepped forward.

Several figures were already waiting in front of Wanfa Tower; they were all children, the oldest being no more than seven or eight years old.

In martial arts training, if one is too young, one's physical constitution is not yet developed; if one is too old, one's physical constitution is already set. Therefore, the best age to begin is between six and ten.

These children must all be geniuses to be here, but Di Yi wasn't very interested in them. He wasn't really a six-year-old child, so he couldn't pretend to be ignorant and approach them. He simply ignored them.

A moment later, the metal gate opened, and a figure in black robes stepped out. His white hair cascaded down his back, and his holy aura was so overwhelming that people couldn't help but bow down in reverence.

Several children lowered their heads in fear, but Di Yi raised his eyes and stared straight ahead, unaffected by the oppressive aura.

The old man looked down at him, and seeing that he did not flinch or avoid him, he smiled slightly and said loudly, "I am a Nascent Soul cultivator, temporarily acting as the Transmission Elder of the Myriad Laws Pavilion. You will all follow me into the pavilion to choose your cultivation methods."

"Greetings to the Nascent Soul Half-Saint."

All the children bowed respectfully, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Di Yi also bowed and clasped his hands in respect to this semi-saint powerhouse.

Although he was only a half-saint, he had already stepped into the realm of sainthood, making him incomparable to ordinary people and holding a transcendent status.

Upon entering the building, Di Yi's eyes lit up immediately, and he was filled with surprise.

The interior space of this building is dozens of times larger than it appears from the outside; it is a spatial treasure.

Spatial treasures are extremely rare, and only cultivators who practice the Dao of Space can refine them; their value is immeasurable.

As far as the eye could see, sandalwood frames held scrolls that shone brightly. The neatly arranged scrolls of martial arts techniques exuded a powerful aura, creating a sense of oppression and inspiring awe.

The more powerful the lineage, the more the practitioner must personally transcribe it to record its essence, naturally incorporating their martial will into the process.

Even the slightest lingering power and residual aura was enough to instill awe in these children who had not yet embarked on the path of martial arts.

The emperor felt slightly uncomfortable, but quickly adapted.

He possesses the Five Elements Sacred Body, all of which are top-tier among sacred bodies. He has a powerful Sacred Dao origin within him and is unafraid of these willful pressures.

Looking around, the spiritual power in his mind was activated and injected into his mutated eyes. His demonic eyes instantly turned pitch black, and the scene before him changed accordingly.

The scrolls of martial arts techniques seemed to come alive at this moment, transforming into illusory figures as if they were practicing.

Emperor Yi was astonished. He carefully observed these illusory figures and then made an even more shocking discovery.

He could easily remember every detail shown by the phantom, seeing the essence and spirit within a glimpse of the whole picture.

"My eyes seem to be able to see through everything, to see the truth of the world, and to understand the origin of all things."

Shocked, Di Yi was also invigorated. After the Demon Heart Holy Body, he had another trump card to rely on.

"In that case, from now on it shall be called the 'True Source Demon Eye'."

They glanced at the rows of bookshelves, but the Nascent Soul Half-Saints didn't stop, leading them deeper into the area.

The martial arts techniques available in the outer regions are mostly at the Spirit level, which is too low in grade and therefore not considered for this trip.

There are two paths to cultivation in the world: one is martial arts, and the other is spiritual power, each forming its own system.

The path of martial arts involves practitioners who are called martial artists, and who learn martial arts techniques and skills.

All martial arts techniques are divided into five levels: human, spirit, ghost, king, and god. Each level is further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades, with clear distinctions between levels.

Upon reaching the depths of Wanfa Tower, the sandalwood bookshelves disappeared, replaced by rows of white stone platforms.

"The lowest level of cultivation technique on the stone platform is only Ghost-level Low. What kind of technique you can obtain depends on your individual abilities," the Nascent Soul Half-Saint said calmly.

The children had been instructed beforehand and had all set their sights on their targets.

Di Yi raised his eyes and looked at the towering platform at the core, where stone tablets could be vaguely seen standing, their demonic power soaring to the sky.

(End of this chapter)