The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 93 The Competition 2

The Primordial Realm received a large number of divine pills, instantly drawing ridicule and envy from the true gods of other great worlds around it.

The True Gods from the Sword God Realm, Yin Yang Realm, and Rhea Realm, among other established great worlds, looked at the pill gourd in True Qing Dao Emperor's hand with envy in their eyes. They immediately spoke sarcastically, "Fellow Daoist True Qing, your Primordial Realm is truly blessed! With powerful figures like Mingde Divine Venerable and True Universe Divine Lord standing behind you, you can easily obtain Eighth-Rank Divine Pills. Unlike us, we have to fight against the powerhouses of the Hell Realm in the Star Domain Battlefield for tens of thousands of years, risking our lives nine times to obtain Seventh-Rank Divine Pills. It's truly infuriating to compare ourselves to others!"

These words were full of jealousy and mockery, implying that the gods of the primordial world relied on protection and had no power of their own.

Yanfeng Daojun of the Primordial Realm was known for his fiery temper and strong will. Upon hearing this, he instantly flew into a rage, stood up abruptly, his Dao energy surging, and shouted sternly, "Stop talking nonsense! It is true that our Primordial Realm is protected by several Venerables, but every cultivator in our Primordial Realm is a true hero, and none of us are cowards! Fellow Daoist Zhenqing defeated two True Gods of the same realm from the Ghost Clan on the Starfield Battlefield, and even personally killed one True God from the Ghost Clan. Among you, who can compare to such a bloody record?"

The Three Absolute Dao Lords of the Primordial Realm immediately rose to echo him, their tone sharp and each word piercing: "Dao Lord Yanfeng is right! You true gods of old great worlds, possessing vast resources of the Heavenly Court, yet you occupy your positions without doing any work, cowardly and afraid of death, only daring to bark wildly from the rear. In my eyes, you are all incompetent! You have lived for tens of thousands of years in vain, never achieving even the smallest merit in battle, yet you still have the nerve to say you fought against the Hell Realm. You are utterly shameless! Bah!"

The Three Absolutes Dao Lord's angry rebuke was loud and clear, echoing throughout the surrounding seats. Several true gods from the Sword God Realm, the Rhea Realm, and other realms were scolded until their faces turned red and then pale, filled with shame and anger, yet they were speechless.

What Yanfeng Daojun and Sanjue Daojun said was true. The true gods of the Primordial World had outstanding achievements on the battlefield of Taiwei Realm, while the true gods of these old great worlds did not have any outstanding achievements. If they dared to cause trouble in Tongming Hall where gods gathered, they would be punished by the gods. They could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out.

The true gods of the Blade God Realm and the Flower Realm had already received secret orders from their respective gods and leaders, instructing them to observe the situation quietly and not to take sides easily. Therefore, they remained seated, neither speaking up for the Sword God Realm nor echoing the gods of the Primordial Realm, and coldly watching the conflict unfold.

Seeing the tense standoff between the two sides, the Jade Court True God of the Xuan family in the Heavenly Realm frowned and wanted to speak up to mediate and ease the tension. However, his status was awkward. As the son of True God Xuan Yi and Princess Shenba, he was already ostracized in the Heavenly Realm, and no one cared about his thoughts. Even if he spoke, he would only be ignored. In the end, he could only sigh inwardly and remain silent.

The true gods of the Temple of Light, who already had grudges against the Primordial Realm and the True Universe faction, immediately stood up to support the true gods of the Sword God Realm, the Confucian Realm, and the Rhea Realm. They all spoke up and started hurling insults at the gods of the Primordial Realm, using harsh words and making things extremely difficult for them.

But to their utter surprise, most of the dozen or so True Gods of the Primordial World were from Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. They had been well-versed in the classics since childhood, possessed unparalleled eloquence, and were the most skilled in debate among all the heavens. In an instant, the gods of the Primordial World spoke eloquently, quoting scriptures and classics, and debated with great skill and eloquence. The dozen or so gods faced off against hundreds of True Gods from dozens of great worlds of the Heavenly Realm faction. Not only did they not lose any ground, but they pressed their advantage step by step, leaving their opponents speechless and utterly humiliated.

The verbal sparring ultimately backfired. One of the high-ranking true gods of the Temple of Light, enraged by the insults, could no longer contain himself. He abruptly stood up and shouted, "What skill is a mere tongue! If you have the ability, come to the arena and have a real fight to determine who is superior and who is dead!"

These words caused an uproar. Everyone knew that the true intentions had been revealed, and the Temple of Light could no longer restrain itself and wanted to use force to suppress the gods of the Primordial World.

Upon hearing this, the Martial Emperor of the Primordial World's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his martial god's battle intent erupted. Without the slightest fear, he immediately responded loudly, "Let's compete! I'll accompany you to the end. I'd like to see what's so powerful about the Path of Light from your Temple of Light."

This true god of the Temple of Light, named Loves, hailed from the angelic race of the Heavenly Realm. He had reached the High God realm, cultivating for over ten thousand years, possessing a profound foundation and formidable combat power. Seeing the Martial Emperor easily accept the challenge, a sinister smile crept onto his lips. He sneered inwardly: "The true gods of the Primordial Realm are ultimately too inexperienced!"

He had already investigated Emperor Wu's cultivation level and found that he was only at the mid-level god realm. Although he had heard that Emperor Wu was exceptionally powerful in the Starfield Battlefield and could fight beyond his level, he was confident in his high-level god cultivation and the inheritance of the Angel Clan and the Temple of Light. He did not take Emperor Wu seriously at all and was certain that he would win this battle and severely suppress the arrogance of the Primordial World.

"Buzz!"

Six wings of light suddenly unfurled behind Loves, sweeping out holy light. With a flap of his wings, he traversed space and landed on the cloud-top arena outside the Hall of Enlightenment. The arena was constructed of Chaos Divine Stone and inscribed with ten thousand defensive runes, capable of withstanding all fierce battles below the Boundless Realm. It was specially set up by the Heavenly Court for the gods to compete.

Emperor Wu's eyes were resolute, and his martial arts aura surged to the sky. The Martial God Spear instantly appeared in his hand, its body surrounded by endless divine rules. He took a step forward, distorting space, and in an instant, he stood on the arena, facing off against Loves from afar, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

Inside the Tongming Hall, all the gods rose and rushed outside to watch the competition.

Upon seeing this, Feng Yunba, the leader of the Wind Clan, flew into a rage. His face turned ashen, and he shouted angrily, "Utterly shameless! Lofus, as a high-ranking god, has cultivated for over 100,000 years, yet he dares to challenge a new god at the mid-ranking god level. Bullying the weak is simply shameless! You have completely disgraced the Temple of Light!"

He immediately turned to look at Ke Yangshan, the leader of the Temple of Light's group, and asked in a questioning tone, "Young Temple Master Ke, is this the tradition of your Temple of Light—bullying the weak and taking advantage of the strong?"

Ke Yangshan's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He cursed inwardly, knowing full well that Feng Yunba was making a veiled attack.

The news of Koro's sneak attack on Xuandao had already spread throughout the heavens. The Western Buddhist Realm had completely fallen out with the Temple of Light because of this. Several deities of the Buddhist Realm declared that they demanded a public apology from the Temple of Light, otherwise the matter would not be over. Even Haotian's intervention could not ease the tension between the two realms. Now that Feng Yunba has brought up this matter, it is undoubtedly a public slap in the face.

Just as Ke Yangshan was about to retort, Quan Zhongsheng quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Fengyunba, you are mistaken. The combat power of the True Gods of the Primordial Realm is evident to all. Although Fellow Daoist Martial Emperor is a mid-level god, he did not lose ground in the Starfield Battlefield when he clashed with several high-level gods of the Underworld. His true combat power is in no way inferior to that of a high-level god. Lofus's contest with him cannot be considered bullying the weak; it was merely a fair exchange."

"A fair spar?" Feng Yunba scoffed, his tone growing increasingly sharp. "You make it sound so easy! Everyone knows there's a long-standing feud between your Heavenly Realm and the Primordial Realm. Lovs's actions are clearly malicious; he wants to use this opportunity to severely injure the Martial Emperor and demoralize the Primordial Realm. Do you really think I can't see through it?"

Having said that, Feng Yunba turned to look at the Martial Emperor on the arena, and with a concerned tone, loudly advised, "Brother Yang, you haven't been cultivating for long enough. There's no need for you to accept such an unfair challenge. If he really wants to fight, let him go to the Boundless Divine Sea and fight against the true gods of the Hell Realm. Don't let him bully the weak outside the Tongming Hall!"

Upon hearing this, Ke Yangshan could no longer contain himself and shouted sternly, "Feng Yunba, stop your insolence! This is the Tongming Hall, where all the deities are present. How can you be allowed to spout nonsense and disrupt the banquet order here!"

Feng Yunba, by nature fierce and easily provoked, immediately glared angrily, gripping his Pure Yang Divine Sword, his body ablaze with Pure Yang Divine Flame. He strode forward, leaping onto the arena and standing beside the Martial Emperor. Pointing his sword directly at Ke Yangshan, he roared, "Ke Yangshan, I know your cultivation has reached the peak of the Tai Xu realm, but I'm not afraid of you! If you have the ability, come up here and fight! I want to see what true skill you, the young master of the Temple of Light, possess!"

Feng Yunba boldly took to the stage and openly challenged Ke Yangshan, instantly pushing the conflict to its climax.

Outside the Tongming Hall, on the cloud-top arena, the Martial Emperor and Lofus faced off, with Fengyun Ba standing to the side, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens. Inside the Tongming Hall, the giants of the heavens displayed various expressions, with undercurrents surging. Yu Jingzhen, Yu Dongxuan, and others had a hint of amusement in their eyes, while the old patriarch of the Feng Clan and the Five Dragon God Emperor showed worry. Mingde and Zhenyu remained calm, observing the situation quietly.

The arena outside the Tongming Hall was built of chaotic stubborn stone and engraved with hundreds of millions of defensive divine runes. It could withstand any fierce battle under the Boundless Realm. At this moment, the fighting spirit on both arenas soared to the sky.

On the arena, Feng Yunba held the Pure Yang Divine Sword, the scabbard rubbing together to produce a clear and melodious sound. Pure Yang sword energy surged around him like a tide, his hair stood on end, his eyes wide open, and he shouted fiercely at the direction of Tongming Hall. Every word was powerful and resounding, causing the surrounding clouds to churn and the void to tremble.

"Ke Yangshan, you coward! As the young master of the Temple of Light, all you do is hide behind the scenes and order your subordinates to bully the weak. If you have the guts, come up on stage and fight me in a real battle!"

"Don't be arrogant just because your cultivation is slightly higher. Today, I will show you the power of the Pure Yang Sword Dao of my Wind Clan!"

The curses were deafening, echoing throughout the entire temple. All the gods and celestial beings watching were moved and turned their heads to look. Everyone knew that Ke Yangshan had already broken through to the third level of the Taixu Realm, and his cultivation was definitely superior to Feng Yunba's. However, Feng Yunba showed no fear, and his eyes instead revealed a burning fighting spirit.

Only Feng Yunba himself knew the truth; he wasn't recklessly provoking. Not long ago, the True Universe Divine Lord had refined a batch of Five-Colored Heaven-Mending Pills for the Feng Clan. This pill was a formula passed down from the Feng Clan's ancestor, Nuwa, and was considered a heaven-defying treasure. It could help cultivators in the Divine Realm perfect their Dao foundation and repair the defects in their cultivation at all previous realms—truly a divine pill that could defy fate. As a core member of the Feng Clan, he was fortunate enough to receive one. After taking it, the medicinal power flowed slowly through his body, his Dao foundation became increasingly stable, and his cultivation showed signs of a breakthrough. He needed a thrilling, high-level battle to activate the medicinal power within his body, accelerate the absorption of the pill, and break through his current bottleneck. Therefore, he deliberately provoked Ke Yangshan into a battle.

Inside the temple, Ke Yangshan sat upright on his seat, his face so gloomy it could drip water. The divine power of light around him was suppressed to the extreme, and the space around him was faintly hot. He was the young temple master of the Temple of Light, a prodigy of heaven. His cultivation had long since broken through the Taixu Body stage. Among all the great gods in the heavens, there were very few who could earn his respect. In his eyes, Feng Yunba was merely a slightly stronger opponent, not worthy of sitting on equal footing with him.

Feng Yunba's continuous provocations and insults caused him to lose face in front of all the gods and heavens. Unable to contain his anger any longer, he suddenly stood up, his body radiating divine light. His voice was icy cold and carried boundless pressure: "What an arrogant and ignorant Feng Yunba! Since you insist on asking for trouble, then I, on behalf of the Feng Clan Chief, will teach you a lesson to this arrogant and conceited junior!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ke Yangshan moved, and divine runes of light spread out under his feet. He traversed thousands of miles in one step and stepped directly onto the arena. The rules of light surged around him, forming a layer of holy and flawless light shield. He looked at Feng Yunba indifferently, as if he were looking at an ant.

"Since you are so eager to be defeated, I will grant your wish!"

Without any hesitation, Ke Yangshan, whose cultivation was higher than Feng Yunba's, disdained to take the initiative but also did not want to waste time. He pointed his right index finger in the air, and a radiant light, refined to the extreme, condensed at his fingertip.

The divine light, as thick as a pillar of heaven, was dazzling and contained the purest and most extreme rules of light. Its power was enough to easily pierce through hundreds of thousands of miles of void, tearing apart endless space. With an aura of suppressing everything, it roared toward Feng Yunba to kill him. Wherever it passed, space collapsed layer by layer, and even time seemed to stand still.

Feng Yunba's eyes narrowed, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. His pure Yang divine power erupted, and his pure Yang divine sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

"Clang!"

The sound of the sword resounded through the heavens, making the eardrums of the onlookers ache. The Pure Yang Divine Sword was the treasure of the Wind Clan, inherited from the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable. Its blade was as red as blood, engraved with the Heavenly Venerable's divine patterns. The moment it was drawn, a magnificent phantom of the sun rose from its blade, and the blazing Pure Yang Dao Fire swept in all directions, dispelling all the surrounding light and divine radiance.

Feng Yunba flipped his wrist, unleashing a powerful and sweeping sword strike, like the sun blazing across the sky. A condensed pure yang sword aura slashed out, colliding directly with the divine light.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted as pure Yang sword energy and divine light exploded together, sending endless energy shockwaves sweeping across the arena. The arena, built of chaotic stone, trembled slightly, and defensive divine runes instantly lit up to withstand the terrifying aftershocks.

After a single exchange, the two were evenly matched. A hint of surprise flashed in Ke Yangshan's eyes. He had clearly not expected Feng Yunba's Pure Yang Divine Sword to be so powerful, nor had he expected that Feng Yunba's cultivation had improved so much more than rumored.

He no longer held back. With a flick of his left hand, a pure white scepter of light, surrounded by countless divine runes of light, appeared in his hand. This was the supreme treasure of the Temple of Light.

With a wave of the scepter, endless rules of light converged from heaven and earth, condensing into a divine realm of light above Ke Yangshan's head. Within this world, angels chanted, holy light shone everywhere, and countless divine runes of light intertwined, vast and mighty, carrying an overwhelming momentum, crushing towards Feng Yunba, intending to suppress him directly.

"The Realm of Light, suppressing all heavens!"

Seeing this, Feng Yunba roared to the sky, his roar soaring into the heavens. His pure Yang divine power erupted without reservation, and the medicinal power of the Five-Colored Heaven-Mending Pill within his body was activated, flowing through his meridians and making his Dao foundation more and more stable. His cultivation level instantly rose to its peak.

Holding the Pure Yang Divine Sword, he leaped into the air and stood in the void. The entire area within a radius of 100,000 miles around him was enveloped by the Pure Yang Sword Qi. The blazing sword light was like the rising sun, illuminating the sky for hundreds of thousands of miles as bright as day, and even the void itself was scorched and distorted.

"Pure Yang Divine Sword, shatter illusion!"

Feng Yunba swung his wrist violently, unleashing a pure Yang sword light that stretched for 100,000 miles. The sword light was condensed and indestructible, striking directly at the world of the Divine Realm of Light.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the seemingly indestructible world of light was directly cleaved in two by this sword. The rules of light scattered, and holy light splashed. Ke Yangshan was forced to take several steps back, his eyes filled with shock.

He never expected that Feng Yunba's strength had improved to such an extent, far exceeding his expectations, and that he now had the ability to contend with him.

Feng Yunba, emboldened by his momentum, pressed on relentlessly. His eyes were sharp, his fighting spirit soaring. The Pure Yang Divine Sword in his hand pointed directly at Ke Yangshan. Thousands of sword lights gathered around him, transforming into a true Pure Yang Divine Sun. Within the divine sun, the Pure Yang Immaculate Sword Dao divine power was pushed to its limit, burning away all the evil and filth in the world. The sword energy surged, transforming into a vast Pure Yang Sword Sea, sweeping across the sky and engulfing Ke Yangshan.

"Take this sword strike, Pure Yang Immaculate!"

The sea of ​​swords surged, the laws of the Dao roared, and the power of pure Yang and the power of light collided head-on. The rules of the Dao of Light were annihilated under the Heavenly Venerable rules of the pure Yang Divine Sword.

Ke Yangshan's expression changed drastically, and he no longer dared to underestimate him. He suddenly pointed the scepter of light in his hand at the sky, and billions of rules of light instantly condensed, transforming into a pair of angelic wings that stretched for 100,000 miles behind him. The wings of light were holy and flawless, and the rules of light intertwined to form a defense.

"Under the protection of angels, I am impervious to all laws!"

The Pure Yang Sword Sea crashed into the Angelic Wings of Light. The blazing Pure Yang Sword Qi continuously sliced ​​through the wings of light. The rules of light and the rules of the Pure Yang Sword Dao collided and annihilated each other. The entire arena, spanning millions of miles, instantly transformed into a world interwoven with light and heat. The collision of the two terrifying divine powers caused the surrounding gods to retreat in horror.

The two arenas echoed each other, and on the right side of the secondary arena, the confrontation between Emperor Wu and Loves had already reached a fever pitch.

Both were shocked by the intense battle between Feng Yunba and Ke Yangshan. Their fighting spirit surged, their auras rose to their peak, their eyes were fixed on each other, and their divine runes surged around their bodies. A great battle was about to break out.

Emperor Wu wielded the Martial God Spear, a supreme sacred artifact passed down from the ancient times of the Kunlun Realm. The spear was inscribed with countless heavenly-level divine runes, containing endless rules of the spear's way. Its tip gleamed coldly, pointing directly at Lofus. Although Emperor Wu's cultivation was only at the peak of the mid-level god realm, under the enhancement of this sub-god-level supreme sacred artifact, his aura was perfectly unified, his martial arts rules as condensed as steel, and countless divine rules converged around him, like a celestial galaxy hanging in the sky, his imposing presence leaving no room for error.

Loves's eyes were extremely solemn. He knew that the Martial Emperor was a formidable warrior and possessed a supreme artifact. He dared not be careless in the slightest. He flipped his hands and took out a pair of six-element monarch-level short halberds. These halberds were his natal weapons, which had accompanied him in countless battles. He was very skilled at using them. Although they were far inferior to the Martial God Spear, he had still refined them to perfection.

"Emperor Martial, take this move, Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea!"

Loves made the first move without hesitation, swinging his two short halberds simultaneously. Two condensed halberd shadows rose into the air, transforming into two divine dragons of light. The dragons roared, shattering the void, and carrying endless power of light, they slashed towards the Martial Emperor. Wherever they passed, space collapsed layer by layer, their power astonishing.

Emperor Wu remained calm and resolute in his eyes. Facing the approaching dragon-shaped halberd shadows, he gently held his Martial God Spear horizontally, and the spear radiated a dazzling martial divine light, easily deflecting the two halberd shadows.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Wu flipped his wrist, and the Martial God Spear thrust back in the same direction. With the full power of the supreme rules, a domineering and unparalleled spear light pierced through the void. Wherever the spear light passed, space shattered inch by inch, and endless martial arts rules condensed, carrying an indomitable momentum, and directly bombarded Loves.

Loves's expression changed drastically. In a hurry, he swung his short halberd to defend, but how could the power of a supreme holy artifact be resisted by a king's weapon? With a loud "clang", Loves was shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged. His body was like a kite with a broken string, and he was instantly knocked back tens of thousands of miles. A trace of divine blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disbelief.