The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 46 The Divine Prince

"Prince Shenyou?"

A low gasp escaped from the mouth of the Winter Abyss God. The God, who was usually as calm and composed as an ancient abyss, suddenly changed his expression and his soul trembled violently. His gaze toward the young man in the tent was filled with disbelief, shock and ecstasy.

The young man before me appeared to be no more than thirty years old, with handsome features, yet his temperament was as serene and profound as an ancient sacred mountain, undiminished even after countless ages and the loss of his soul.

Upon seeing this, Crown Prince Shenyou smiled faintly, his voice clear yet carrying an ancient majesty that transcended heaven and earth: "It is indeed I."

These four short words were like a thunderclap that struck the ears of the Winter Abyss God.

He almost instinctively bowed, intending to perform the grand ceremony of audience. But in the next instant, a gentle yet irresistible divine force lifted him up steadily, preventing him from bowing even slightly.

Prince Shenyou raised his hand and withdrew his power, his gaze falling on Lord Dongyuan. His tone carried a sense of loneliness and desolation after experiencing a great calamity as he slowly spoke: "Dongyuan, there is no need for formalities. Kunlun Realm has been defeated, Tongtian Divine Dynasty has vanished into thin air, and all its former glory has turned to ashes. I am now nothing more than a lonely ghost clinging to life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became heavy. The deep-seated sorrow and loneliness seemed to freeze even the void.

The Winter Abyss God-King's body trembled, his eyes instantly flashing with an intensely bright light, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "No! Kunlun Realm is not dead! The Dragon Lord is still here, and the Supreme One is still here! As long as we find Lord Wentian and reunite with His Highness the Crown Prince, Kunlun Realm will still be the number one world in all the heavens and myriad realms, unshakeable!"

He raised his head, his gaze burning brightly, his face filled with fervor and hope: "I never imagined that His Highness the Crown Prince would still exist in this world! The day of the Kunlun Realm's revival is just around the corner!"

Inside the tent, all the gods of the Painting Realm who had come with the elders of the Painting Realm to discuss matters with the gods of the Primordial World were frozen in place, their souls dazed, as if struck by lightning.

They were only sent here on orders to participate in the Western Universe Alliance and discuss a grand plan to fight against the Heavenly Realm. Who would have thought that they would stumble upon a shocking secret here that could shake the entire Western Universe?

Most of the gods in the painting world were ancient deities who had attained godhood long ago. Gazing at the figure in the tent, they all trembled, instinctively lowering their heads, unable to look directly at him. Only a few new gods who had attained godhood in the last tens of thousands of years remained completely unaware.

Their hearts were filled with turbulent waves, almost shaking their very souls. "Prince Shenyou!"

That was 50,000 years ago. He was the young master of the Tongtian Divine Palace in the Kunlun Realm, the only direct descendant of the supreme Ten Tribulations Heavenly Monarch of the Kunlun Realm. His cultivation was unfathomable, and he had already stepped into the Boundless Realm. He and the current master of the Merit Divine Palace were peerless geniuses of the same era, whose prestige shook the universe and whose names were known throughout the myriad realms.

This legendary figure, who should have perished in the catastrophe 50,000 years ago, is still alive!

Upon hearing Dongyuan Shenjun's impassioned words, Shenyou Crown Prince smiled bitterly, a deep-seated pain and hatred flashing in his eyes, as if recalling that devastating battle that destroyed the world.

"Back then, during the battle of the Nine Desolate Divine Array, the powerful forces of the Hell Realm laid out a deadly trap. Shi Beiya cleaved my divine body with a single axe strike, and Yan Renhuan made a fierce move, shattering my divine soul's origin... If it weren't for the Blood Clan Chief showing mercy out of consideration for my past friendship with the Undying Blood Clan and not completely annihilating me, I wouldn't even have been able to escape with a wisp of my original soul."

He paused, his voice low and strained: "Even though I escaped by sheer luck, I was cursed with god-killing by many powerful members of the Underworld. My soul was decaying day and night under the erosion of the Underworld's Heavenly Dao rules. Originally, I was supposed to completely vanish into nothingness and be scattered within a hundred years. Fortunately, I encountered the Demon Emperor."

Recalling that battle fifty thousand years ago, Prince Shenyou's eyes grew even darker; it was a tragedy that the Kunlun Realm would never forget.

Back then, the allied forces of the gods of the Kunlun Realm, led by Lord Wentian, were trapped in a deadly snare orchestrated by the Hell Realm. The Nine Desolate Divine Array activated, reversing the heavens and earth, and shattering the laws of nature. The weaker gods were instantly refined by the array, their souls and spirits annihilated. It was only through the self-destruction of several Boundless Realm Gods, who sacrificed their divine sources and ignited their souls, that the divine array was torn apart, offering a glimmer of hope for the survivors.

One of them was the Four Seasons God, the master of the Winter Abyss God.

"Uncle-Master Sishi, to cover our escape back then, he burned his divine heart and self-destructed his divine source, perishing on the spot." Prince Shenyou's voice was slightly hoarse, each word heavy as a thousand pounds.

The Winter Abyss God trembled violently, and two lines of tears slid down from his aged eyes, overwhelmed with grief.

The Four Seasons God was his mentor, with whom he had been companions for hundreds of thousands of years, their relationship akin to that of father and son. When he went on a campaign to the underworld, his master ordered him to stay behind in Kunlun, to follow the Holy Monk of Sumeru, Biluozi, and others to guard the realm and protect the beings within.

Who would have thought that parting would be an eternal separation, never to meet again for eternity.

"It's all the Heavenly Realm's doing! Spreading false military intelligence, maliciously framing them, and luring the gods of Kunlun into a deadly trap! And that Xuan Yi, so treacherous and vicious, he even dared to deceive his own blood relatives!" The Winter Abyss God clenched his fists, his knuckles white, his voice filled with grief and fervor. "Your Highness, this blood feud is irreconcilable, and we must avenge it!"

Prince Shenyou nodded slightly, a flash of cold light passing through his eyes, but he did not lose his composure: "I will remember this grudge for eternity, and I have my own plans. The most urgent task is not to seek revenge, but to stabilize the Primordial Realm and accumulate strength. I have made an agreement with the Demon Emperor long ago, and the Kunlun Realm is too conspicuous a target now. The Dragon Lord, the Supreme Elder, and the Holy Monk also have long-term plans. It is not advisable to rashly reopen the Kunlun Realm at this time."

"We lie dormant in the primordial realm, secretly accumulating strength and uniting with our old allies. The day we find our sovereign will be the day the Kunlun Realm is fully restored and all enemies are swept away!"

Upon hearing this, Dongyuan Shenjun nodded repeatedly, and the great weight that had been hanging over his heart for millennia finally lifted.

Initially, when he learned that Mingde Divine Venerable, Xuandao True Buddha and others were determined to use the Primordial Realm as their base to unite with many forces in the Western Universe and confront the Heavenly Realm head-on, he was filled with worry and unease.

The Heavenly Realm is the largest realm in the Western Universe, with a heritage exceeding ten thousand generations. Deeply rooted and teeming with powerful figures, its profound foundation is such that even the once-powerful Kunlun Realm, fifty thousand years ago, dared not claim absolute dominance. To oppose the Heavenly Realm in the Western Universe is tantamount to pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth, a path to certain death.

But at this moment, seeing that Prince Shenyou was still in the mortal realm, the last trace of concern in Dongyuan Shenjun's heart vanished.

Prince Shenyou is not only the only son of Lord Wentian, but also the legitimate successor of the former Tongtian Divine Palace. His cultivation is unparalleled among his peers, and his peak Great Freedom and Limitless strength is enough to intimidate the powerful forces of the Western Universe. More importantly, he carries the millennia-old prestige of the Tongtian Divine Palace. If he were to raise his arm and call, countless forces and vassal worlds that once relied on the Kunlun Realm and submitted to the Tongtian Divine Palace would surely respond and gather under the banner of the Primordial Realm.

The Temple of Heaven was once the foremost holy site of the human race in the Western Universe. Its prestige was so great that it once surpassed even the Temple of Light, and it had countless vassals under its command.

Seeing the changing expression on Dongyuan Divine Lord's face, the Divine Prince Shenyou understood his thoughts. He sighed softly and slowly spoke, "Dongyuan, I know what you are hoping for. Although I relied on the divine pill bestowed by the Demon Emperor to reunite my soul and rebuild my body, the injuries I sustained back then were too severe, the curse has not been lifted, and my foundation is damaged. I still need to go into seclusion to recuperate and focus on recovery. At least for the next ten thousand years, I will not be able to regain my former peak combat power."

Upon hearing this, Lord Dongyuan quickly suppressed his excitement and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness, you should naturally prioritize recovering from your injuries. The grand plan for restoration, the reunification of old subordinates, and the integration of all realms are all matters for us to handle. We dare not trouble Your Highness with these matters."

Prince Shenyou nodded slightly.

His risky appearance to personally meet with Lord Dongyuan was intended to send a signal: behind the Primordial Realm stood the Kunlun Realm, and both Lord Shenyuan and Lord Wentian were still in the mortal realm. The Primordial Realm's foundation was still shallow, and its younger deities lacked sufficient experience to intimidate the old guard of Kunlun and the many ancient great worlds. Only by appearing in person could he stabilize the situation, even at the risk of being discovered.

A moment later, Prince Shenyou scanned the area with his divine sense and sensed that all the gods from the Western Universe had arrived outside the tent, and the alliance meeting was about to begin.

He said no more, and gave a brief instruction to Dongyuan Divine Lord, Zhenqing Dao Emperor and others, stating that he would return to Kunlun Realm for secret seclusion. Then, his body trembled slightly, the space around him distorted slightly, and he transformed into a wisp of light, merging into the void and disappearing without a trace.

After Prince Shenyou left, the atmosphere in the tent eased slightly. Emperor Zhenqing's expression turned serious as he turned to the gods of the Painting Realm who were still in shock. His voice was steady and solemn: "Lord Dongyuan, today's events concern the survival of both the Kunlun Realm and the Primordial Realm. It is a top secret. I hope that all fellow Daoists of the Painting Realm will erase everything you have seen and heard today to prevent any leaks that could lead to annihilation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Zhenqing raised his hand and waved it. A radiant, crystal-clear pearl, as clear as glass, slowly flew out from his sleeve and hovered in the center of the tent, scattering colorful divine light. It was dreamlike, mysterious and boundless.

"This is the Dream Bead, which was personally crafted by an ancient spiritual master of our Daoist sect. It can create an unparalleled dreamscape and silently modify a cultivator's memories without leaving a trace."

The gods of the painting world were all highly experienced individuals, and upon hearing this, they immediately understood the true intentions of Emperor Zhenqing. This matter concerned the secrets of the Kunlun Realm, and the consequences of its leakage would be unimaginable. At that moment, the gods dared not hesitate in the slightest, and they all withdrew their divine soul defenses, opened their minds, and allowed the power of the Dreamlike Heavenly Pearl to invade.

Seeing this, Emperor Zhenqing made a hand seal and activated his divine power. The Dreamlike Heavenly Pearl suddenly erupted with billions of seven-colored streams of light, enveloping the entire camp. A vast and boundless spiritual force swept out, instantly forcibly pulling the souls of several True Gods of the Painting Realm into an endless dream. However, in the blink of an eye, the power of the Heavenly Pearl receded, the dream dissipated, and all memories of Prince Shenyou were completely altered and erased.

Seeing the gods of the painting world awaken from their dream, looking bewildered as if they had only taken a short nap, Emperor Zhenqing and Emperor Dongyuan exchanged a glance and nodded slightly, feeling a great weight lifted from their hearts.

As for the gods within the Primordial World, their souls had long been protected by an unparalleled divine restriction personally placed by Ling Che. Even if they were subjected to a soul search by the strongest spiritual force, they would not be able to discover any secrets, and there was absolutely no possibility of leakage.

Zhen Qing Dao Huang put away the Dream Heavenly Pearl, looked at Dong Yuan Shen Jun, and bowed: "Senior Dong Yuan, the forces from all realms of the Western Universe have gathered at the camp. We will wait here quietly until Ming De Shen Zun and Xuan Dao Yuan Zhu return to preside over the overall situation of the alliance meeting."

On the other side, in a desolate star field near the Western Heaven Buddhist Realm.

The True Buddha of the Mysterious Path, with his majestic appearance and radiant Buddha light, and the True Universe Divine Lord, with his flowing Daoist aura, stood on either side, their expressions solemn, guarding the figure of the Bright Virtue Divine Venerable who stood with his hands behind his back in the deepest part of the starry sky.

At this moment, the Divine Venerable Mingde stood in mid-air with his eyes slightly closed, his spiritual power surging like a vast ocean, resonating with the laws of the entire starry sky.

"Amitabha." The True Buddha of the Profound Way clasped his hands together, and a Buddhist chant resounded throughout the starry sea. His tone was tinged with emotion. "This humble monk originally thought that I, Ru Shen, would need to enter the Saha Secret Realm of the Buddha Realm, undergo a thousand lifetimes of reincarnation, and cleanse myself of worldly dust before I could naturally break through to the realm of perfect spiritual power. But I never expected that Luo Ding and Xiong Hai would actually deliver themselves to my doorstep. This has saved me many days of arduous cultivation."

Previously, after refining that Celestial Venerable-level Void Life Source, Ru Shen was only one step away from achieving the Perfect Heavenly Realm. He originally planned to use the Saha Secret Realm to smoothly break through the realm, but now it seems that it was unnecessary.

Upon hearing this, True Universe Divine Lord laughed loudly, his Daoist voice shattering stardust: "With the Universe Cauldron in hand, the Fierce and Terrifying Divine Venerable and Luo Ding cannot cause the slightest ripple. Before long, they will be completely refined and reduced to ashes. With these two great divine venerables as nourishment, my Confucian body will not only break through to the Heavenly Perfection without consuming resources, but will also have a more solid foundation and a more stable cultivation!"

Deep within the starry sky, the Divine Venerable Mingde slowly opened his eyes, his gaze blazing with a sharp light that pierced through the sea of ​​stars.

With a wave of his hand, an ancient and unadorned cauldron, engraved with endless ancestral divine patterns, slowly emerged from the void and hovered before him. On the cauldron's body, spatial Dao divine patterns flowed, faintly revealing the image of the creation of the universe and the birth and death of stars. It was none other than the supreme treasure known throughout the heavens, the "Universe Cauldron".

Inside the cauldron, two figures, disheveled and with their auras utterly depleted, were none other than the Ferocious God Venerable and Luo Ding, the Ancestor of the Heavenly Net Divine Kingdom.

In the previous battle, the two were captured by Mingde with his supreme divine power. Now, Mingde forcibly throws them into the Yu Ding, intending to refine them completely.

The Venerable Mingde remained indifferent, channeling his divine power and spiritual energy into the cauldron.

The next moment, the Yu Ding trembled violently, and all the ancestral divine runes on its body were activated, radiating an extremely dazzling divine light. Hundreds of millions of spatial patterns, like silver divine serpents, surged out wildly, intertwining to form layer upon layer of impenetrable binding arrays, locking the bodies and souls of the Ferocious God Venerable and the Ancestor of Fixation firmly in the center of the cauldron, unable to move.

"How dare you, you brat!"

The ferocious god's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. His body erupted with world-destroying black divine flames, carrying endless destruction and ferocity. He recklessly crashed into the cauldron wall, trying to break free and fight to the death.

Ke Yu Ding is a supreme treasure of the ancestral level, wielding the Great Dao of Space, how majestic it is!

The terrifying divine flames, the moment they touched the cauldron's wall, were instantly disintegrated and devoured by the spatial laws flowing through the cauldron, turning into wisps of black smoke that were swallowed whole by the cauldron and vanished without a trace.

Dingzu Luoding was also a ruthless person. Seeing this, he no longer held back and fiercely burned the profound meaning of the Rakshasa Heavenly Dao he had cultivated. His divine power exploded to the extreme, trying to tear apart space and open an escape route.

Ke Yu Ding immediately created a miniature universe, with stars revolving and the Great Dao roaring. A crushing force of billions of tons crashed down, completely crushing the already severely injured and split divine bodies of the two. Their original divine power dissipated inch by inch, and even their divine souls were forcibly stripped away.

With his eyes closed, the Divine Venerable Mingde had a vast and boundless spiritual energy wheel slowly rotating between his brows. The spiritual energy at the peak of the eighty-ninth level surged into the cauldron like a raging river, flowing through the divine patterns of the cauldron.

Using his own divine soul as a guide, he drew upon the Great Dao of Space, transforming it into an invisible millstone. First, he peeled away and purified the ferocious and destructive divine soul of the Ferocious God, layer by layer, annihilating all negative will and leaving only the purest original energy of the divine soul. Then, he purified all the scattered divine soul power of the Ancestor, removing the evil impurities of the Rakshasa clan and transforming it into the gentlest and most suitable elixir for nourishing spiritual power.

The divine patterns inside the cauldron burned ever brighter, revealing the profound mysteries of the Great Dao of Space. Under the supreme power of the cauldron, the two divine beings had no power to resist whatsoever. Their divine souls, divine sources, and the origin of the Great Dao were all refined. Only the Fierce and Terrifying Divine Being, Mingde, retained a wisp of his divine soul origin.

Ultimately, under Mingde's refinement, all the essence of the two deities condensed into a dazzling, golden and silver-colored supreme energy sphere, which floated in the center of the cauldron.

When the last trace of resistance within the cauldron was completely extinguished, the energy sphere exploded with a deafening roar.

A massive amount of pure energy, like a celestial river hanging upside down or a sea of ​​stars surging, rushed wildly into the depths of Mingde Divine Venerable's soul along his spiritual pathways.

"boom!"

An invisible, deafening roar resounded deep within the soul.

The light between the brows of the Divine Venerable Mingde suddenly surged, like a great sun rising, illuminating the ancient starry sea. The spiritual bottleneck that seemed to separate heaven and earth shattered instantly, and the insurmountable barrier between the eighty-ninth and ninetyth levels crumbled like paper in an instant!

"The heavens are perfectly round and without flaw!"

A vast, boundless, perfect, and all-encompassing spiritual energy field, centered on the Divine Venerable Mingde, swept across the entire starry sea.

Wherever it passed, cosmic dust stagnated, time and space stood still, and layers of ripples of law spread through the void, causing even stars billions of miles away to tremble slightly.

Mingde slowly opened his eyes. The divine light no longer emanated from them, but they seemed to reflect the mysteries of the heavens and the birth and death of the universe. His soul resonated perfectly with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, becoming one with it. The divine power of space around him became increasingly unfathomable, and with every move he made, he controlled the rise and fall of the starry sea.

The Yu Ding trembled gently in his palm, emitting a clear and melodious sound, as if congratulating Mingde on stepping into a new realm of spiritual power.