The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 45 Xuanyuan Qing

"This old man pays his respects to the immortal master, and thanks you for saving my life!" The old man trembled as he helped a pair of children beside him. The three of them knelt down and kowtowed three times to Ling Feng, their foreheads touching the ground, full of gratitude.

Ling Feng raised his hand in a gesture of support, his gaze falling on the old man. His voice was calm yet carried an undeniable tone as he asked, "Did any of your ancestors include a female cultivator named Yu Ziyan? Are there any records of her in your clan?"

Upon hearing this, the old man frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Yu Ziyan... I remember seeing this name in the family genealogy. Immortal Master, please wait a moment while I consult the genealogy to verify." With that, he took out an ancient and heavy family genealogy from his robes. The pages were made of an unknown spiritual wood, and the surface was engraved with intricate Yu clan totems. The ancient aura of time was palpable, and a faint holy aura flowed through it.

Ling Feng's gaze narrowed slightly, a great surprise in his heart. With his divine sense cultivation, he had only now realized that this family genealogy was actually a sacred artifact, with hidden divine runes on it. It seemed that even if he hadn't intervened, the three generations of the family might not have met with disaster. Although the Yu clan had declined, they were still protected by the legacy of their ancestors.

The old man's fingertips traced the yellowed pages of the book, his movements practiced and skillful. In just a few breaths, he stopped on a page, looked up and bowed, saying, "Immortal Master, I've found it! Yu Ziyan is indeed the fourth-generation ancestor of my Yu family, a genius of unparalleled talent, a rare find in our clan." With that, he presented the family genealogy book with both hands, his posture extremely respectful.

Ling Feng took the genealogy book and scanned it with his divine sense. The pages clearly recorded Yu Ziyan's life story. Just as he thought, this old friend had ultimately perished in the war of gods fifty thousand years ago. The genealogy book even clearly engraved the name of the murderer: one of the twelve spirit gods of the Dark Temple, the Black Sheep Spirit God.

"Black Sheep Spirit God... a peak Upper God, indeed a worthy opponent." Ling Feng muttered to himself, a fierce glint suddenly flashing in his eyes, his aura suddenly becoming heavy, and the killing intent accumulated over the years spreading out overwhelmingly. The three people kneeling below the tent were intimidated by this aura, and the little girl's eyes reddened with fear, and she burst into tears.

Ling Feng concealed his aura, his killing intent instantly dissipating, and his tone softened slightly: "I am a close friend of your ancestor Yu Ziyan. Now, it seems that only the three of you remain in the Yu clan. Out of consideration for our old friendship, I intend to take you to another world to settle down. Are you willing to leave with me?"

The old man was overjoyed upon hearing this, tears streaming down his face, and he repeatedly kowtowed, saying, "We are willing to follow you, Immortal Master! My family of three, grandfather, and grandson, thank you for your mercy!"

Ling Feng nodded, and with a light wave of his sleeve, a gentle divine light enveloped the three generations of the family, taking them into his own divine realm. Then, with a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for Gui Xing's camp in the Primordial World.

At this moment, in the Guixing Camp of the Primordial Realm, gods gathered to welcome a distinguished guest from afar, Xuanyuan Qing, daughter of Haotian.

On the central platform of the camp, a golden figure and a red figure had just finished their debate. Daoist Yanfeng stroked his long beard, his eyes filled with emotion, and cupped his hands to Xuanyuan Qing, saying, "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings! I never expected that Princess Qing's Daoist cultivation would reach such a level. I have underestimated the heroes of the world."

Yan Feng Daojun was the sect leader of the Bagua Sect in the Kunlun Realm more than ten thousand years ago. He rose against the tide in the Kunlun Realm during the Dharma Decline Era, cultivating all the way to the demigod realm. His talent was beyond doubt, especially his attainments in Bagua deduction and the Yin-Yang creation. Even ordinary Taiyi Realm gods could not compare to him. However, today, in his debate with Xuan Yuanqing, he was defeated in less than a hundred rounds, and he was completely convinced of his inferiority.

Xuan Yuanqing, dressed in a simple white dress with faint luminous patterns embroidered on the hem, was surrounded by a pure and gentle power of light, like a celestial being. Upon hearing Yan Feng Daojun's words, she smiled slightly, curtsied in return, and said humbly, "Yan Feng Daojun, you flatter me. I only received a few pointers from the Abbot back then and have only glimpsed the basics. I am truly ashamed to presume to teach you before you today."

"The Abbot truly lives up to his reputation as a great sage of our Daoist sect. With just a few words, he has enlightened Princess Qing, granting her such a profound foundation in Daoism." Daoist Yanfeng shook his head, his expression resolute. "A loss is a loss. This humble Daoist is defeated by the princess, and I accept it wholeheartedly!"

"Princess Qing, there's no need to be so modest. Yan Feng is a shameless old man. You're the first one to admit that he's inferior to others." The Three Absolutes Dao Lord clapped his hands and laughed, his tone teasing, which drew the attention of all the gods in the tent.

The old sect master of the Chess Sect, Nan Longtu, stroked his long beard and advised with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Sanjue, please don't embarrass Daoist Yanfeng any further. He also needs to save face."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the gods in the tent burst into laughter, and the atmosphere instantly relaxed. Xuan Yuanqing stood among them, his heart filled with countless emotions. Although the Primordial World was a newly emerging great world, it was full of hidden talents and outstanding individuals. Daoist Yanfeng, Nanlongtu, and Daoist Sanjue were all leading figures in their respective fields. It seemed that in this era, the core of the Heavenly Court Realm should be the Primordial World.

The gods of the Heavenly Court Realm were also very secretive about the origins of these new gods from the Primordial World. Pure Daoist and Confucian cultivators like Yanfeng Daojun and Nanlongtu were rare in the myriad realms. Mingde Divine Venerable had broken through to the Boundless Realm after obtaining an opportunity from the Kunlun Realm, which made them think a lot.

As the laughter subsided, Xuan Yuanqing's smile faded, his expression turned serious, and his clear voice echoed throughout the camp: "Fellow Daoists of the Primordial Realm, I believe you all know why I have come here today. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve enmity than to let it fester. In my view, the conflict between the Primordial Realm and the Heavenly Realm is nothing more than a minor ailment, not something that cannot be resolved."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the tent instantly froze, and the gods displayed various expressions. The True Emperor stepped forward slowly, his Daoist robes fluttering in the wind, and looked intently at Xuan Yuanqing: "Princess Qing, there's no need to mention this matter again. The grudges between my Primordial Realm and the Heavenly Realm cannot be resolved with just a few words."

Xuanyuan Qing, however, was unwilling to give up. He stepped forward and said earnestly, "Fellow Daoist Zhenqing, the Heavenly Realm is the dominant world of the Western Universe and the mainstay of our Heavenly Court Alliance in its fight against the Hell Realm. The conflict between the Primordial Realm and the Heavenly Realm, which has resulted in mutual destruction, is by no means a good thing for the Primordial Realm."

"A pillar of strength?" Emperor Zhenqing sneered and shook his head. "The Heavenly Realm acts domineeringly and looks down on everyone. Even the actions of your Temple of Light's Lord, Koro, can hardly be called righteous. Bullying the weak and personally confronting the Master of the Profound Path Academy, if the Master of the Profound Path Academy hadn't used his trump card to protect himself, he would probably have been suppressed by him by now! This matter alone is enough to put the Temple of Light on the opposite side of my Primordial Realm."

As soon as Emperor Zhenqing finished speaking, voices of agreement rang out from within the tent. Several demon beast deities from the wild and mysterious realms of Kunlun stepped forward, their voices booming like bells: "Emperor Zhenqing is absolutely right! That old man Keluo, relying on his profound cultivation, is disrespectful to his elders and bullies the weak! If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. Judging from his behavior, what good things could the Temple of Light possibly have? Of course, Princess Qing is an exception."

Dugu Wushang, the former sect leader of the Qin Sect in the Kunlun Realm, stroked the zither at his waist. The zither music trembled slightly, carrying a hint of coldness: "Princess Qing is of noble birth and possesses extraordinary talent. Why should she stoop to the quagmire of the Temple of Light? The Temple of Light has eight palaces and two camps, and looking around, they are full of selfish and self-serving villains. At the top are hypocrites like Ke Luo and Yu Dongxuan, and at the bottom are true villains like Ke Yangshan and Quan Zhongsheng. With these black sheep around, if I may be so bold, the Temple of Light is not as open and honest as the Temple of Darkness."

"Well said, Nephew Dugu!"

A loud laugh came from outside the camp, the sound wave shaking the curtains of the camp gate. The God of Painting Realm Winter Abyss, with his gods under his command, slowly walked into the tent. He had heard every word of Dugu Wushang's words and agreed with them very much.

"Greetings, Lord Dongyuan!"

All the gods in the tent bowed in unison, especially the deities from the original Kunlun Realm's Confucianism and Taoism sects, who respectfully performed the disciple's salute. Winter Abyss God was a direct disciple of the Four Seasons God Venerable and a grand-disciple of the Third Confucian Ancestor, holding an incomparably revered status. He had even participated in the divine war fifty thousand years ago, killing several great gods of the Hell Realm. He was a top-tier powerhouse in the boundless realms of the myriad heavens, renowned for his formidable reputation.

"The Winter Abyss God has emerged from seclusion! Congratulations!" Xuan Yuanqing exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the Winter Abyss God. She remembered the divine war years ago, when the Winter Abyss God was besieged by several great gods of the Corpse Clan and severely injured by the Crimson Dye Tower of the Huang E God. His divine body was tainted by the Three Fiend Corpse Poison, and all the gods believed he was doomed and would not survive the calamity of the Fifth Dimension. But now, the Winter Abyss God appeared vigorous, his aura deep and profound, and the corpse poison around him had completely disappeared. He had clearly recovered and might even have survived the dimensional calamity and ascended to a higher level.

It should be noted that back then, Dongyuan Divine Lord's cultivation was already at the peak of the Taixu Realm, reaching the Body Stopping Realm of the Three Stops of Taixu. If he were to advance further now, the ranking of the Great Gods' Comprehensive Strength would probably be reshuffled again.

The Winter Abyss God-King's gaze fell on Xuan Yuanqing, a trace of emotion flashing in his eyes. He cupped his hands and said, "Princess Qing, it has been fifty thousand years since we last met. Back then, when you first entered the Divine Realm, you were still quite naive. Now you have broken through to the Tai Zhen Realm and become a great god. This truly makes this old man ashamed."

As the daughter of Haotian, Xuanyuan Qing's natural talent was unparalleled in the universe. Yet, she cultivated from the initial stage of the Divine Realm to the Great God in just 50,000 years. Even the Winter Abyss God couldn't help but marvel at such a speed.

"You flatter me, Divine Lord." Xuan Yuanqing bowed slightly, his tone sincere. "Does the Divine Lord know that my initial intention in joining the Temple of Light was to reconcile the conflict between the Heavenly Palace and the Heavenly Realm? Now that the Hell Realm is powerful and pressing us step by step, the various realms of our Heavenly Court are interdependent. We must not allow any further discord to arise and cause us to kill each other."

As the daughter of Haotian, she has been surrounded by countless halos since birth, but beneath these halos lies a heavy responsibility. The Heavenly Alliance comprises over eight thousand great worlds, each with its own lineage, beliefs, and conflicts. Since becoming a god, she has been traveling throughout the myriad realms, solely to mediate these conflicts, unite the alliance's power, and jointly resist Hell.

The Heavenly Realm is the pillar of the Western Universe, while the Primordial Realm is a newly emerging top-tier world, backed by the three supreme powers of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. If the two were to become completely hostile, the Heavenly Court Alliance would inevitably be fractured, which is something she absolutely does not want to see.

Just then, a loud announcement came from outside the tent, breaking the silence inside: "True Emperor, the Great Sage Lingxin of the Guanghan Realm has come to pay his respects. Shall we summon him into the camp?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhenqing's eyes flashed with guilt. He said in a deep voice to the outside of the tent, "The people from Guanghan Realm? Have them wait in the side tent. When True God Lingfeng returns, he will personally receive them."

Ling Feng comes from the Moon Worshiping Demonic Sect and is an elder in the Demon Emperor's clan. The Guanghan Realm has a deep connection with the Moon Worshiping Demonic Sect, so it is most appropriate for him to handle this matter.

Then, Emperor Zhenqing turned to look at Xuanyuan Qing, his tone calm but firm: "Princess Qing, we have important matters to discuss with Senior Dongyuan Divine Lord, so we must excuse ourselves today and discuss the Dao with you another day."

The implication was clear: he was being asked to leave. Xuan Yuanqing, being exceptionally intelligent, instantly understood his meaning. Though anxious, he knew further delay was futile, so he curtsied and said, "In that case, I will not disturb your meeting any longer and will take my leave."

Having said that, she turned and walked out of the camp with her entourage. As soon as she stepped out of the camp gate, she saw deities from various factions, including the Temple of Truth, the Heavenly Dragon Realm, the Thousand Star Civilization, and the White Tiger Realm, gathered there. Each was led by a top-tier deity below the Boundless Realm, their auras imposing. Upon seeing Xuan Yuanqing, everyone bowed and greeted her.

Xuan Yuanqing's suspicions deepened. The gathering of top experts from all realms in the Primordial World was no coincidence; it must be part of a grand scheme. She slowed her pace, looking at the assembled deities, her tone inquiring: "Why have you all gathered here today? Why won't you tell me?"

The Pure Land Monk, one of the ten great monks of the Western Paradise, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha. To be honest, Princess Qing, we have all come at the invitation of the Abbot of Xuandao Academy and the Venerable Mingde. I am not aware of the specific matters to be discussed."

He paused, looking at Xuan Yuanqing with gentle eyes, his tone carrying a hint of reminder: "However, since the fellow Daoists from the Primordial Realm have not informed the princess, this matter may be related to the Temple of Light. It would be best if the princess did not get involved."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuanqing's expression changed drastically, and her heart skipped a beat. Recalling the dissatisfaction and resistance of the gods of the Primordial World towards the Temple of Light, a terrifying thought arose in her mind: Could it be that the True Buddha of the Profound Path and the Divine Venerable of Bright Virtue had gathered the powerful beings of all realms this time in order to join forces against the Temple of Light?

If this happens, the Heavenly Alliance will be thrown into chaos, and the Underworld will seize the opportunity to invade, with unimaginable consequences!

Meanwhile, just as Xuanyuan Qing left the prehistoric world camp, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows inside the tent.

This person wore a purple jade crown, inlaid with three star-shaped crystals that shimmered with light; he wore a dark red robe with flowing cloud patterns, and as the robe fluttered, there was a hint of dragon energy swirling around him; his youthful face was as beautiful as jade, with delicate features, and he was a full 1.9 feet tall, with a posture as upright as a pine tree; his eyes were particularly striking, bright as the sun and deep as the starry sea, as if they contained the Milky Way of eternity, and as his gaze moved, it carried a sense of weightiness that had experienced countless ages, yet it did not lose the sharpness of a young man.

His gaze fell on Dongyuan Shenjun, the corners of his lips slightly curved, his voice calm yet carrying a familiarity that transcended time: "Dongyuan, it has been a long time since we last met."