God Emperor

The colorful pool is not a pool, but more like a colorful ocean.

Colorful, gorgeous and magnificent.

The water in the pool is clear, and the power of the five elements is extremely pure, but it does not contain any rules, including the rules of the five elements.

This is matter that is beyond the rules of heaven and earth!

About fifty feet away from the colorful pool is a temple made of stone pillars and carved with various ancient pictures and texts.

Some of these patterns were very familiar to Zhang Ruochen, having seen them on the activated Yuding, Tianding, Earthly, Hongding, and Wudings.

The temple was solemn and sacred, and the aura it exuded took Zhang Ruochen's breath away. It was as if Emperor Wa himself was sitting in the temple, making people feel awe.

Enter the temple with Feng Yan.

The first thing you see is a seated statue in a foggy state, with a powerful momentum.

The seated statue is dozens of feet tall, with three heads and six arms, and a heroic posture. The clouds and mist flow inside, accompanied by bursts of deafening thunder, demonstrating unparalleled destructive energy.

"This is... Chunyang Tianzun?"

A strange look appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face.

Chunyang Tianzun is a powerful person in the history of the Wind Clan. He was invincible for an era. Legend has it that he was the colorful clay figurine made by Emperor Wa, which gave birth to Lingzhi in later generations.

The foggy seated statue in front of me is very similar to the portrait of Chunyang Tianzun.

"It's not Chunyang Tianzun, it's the Butian War Spirit left behind by Emperor Wa."

Feng Yan pointed to a stone pillar about ten feet in diameter on the right side of the temple. There was a line of inscriptions on it: "There are gaps in the sky and leaks in the earth. The sky cannot be mended and the earth cannot be leveled."

On the stone pillar on the left side, there is an inscription: "Clay figures make up for the sky. Cast war souls to drain the ground."

It was not the first time that Feng Yan came to the temple, but he was still full of thoughts. He said: "This war spirit cast by Emperor Wa should be reserved for Chunyang Tianzun, but Chunyang Tianzun and the Emperor Wa's palace are separated in time and space. , otherwise, the gaps in the sky and the earth will be filled.”

Zhang Ruochen said: "Second brother, what do you think is the lack of heaven and what is the drain of the earth?"

"The floor drain should be the abyss of darkness. Tianque..."

Feng Yan considered it for a moment, pointed upward, and said with solemn eyes: "Tianque must be the realm of gods."

Zhang Ruochen pointed to him without comment and said: "Actually, the Battle Spirit of Butian may not be left to Chunyang Tianzun. I think Emperor Wa left it to you."

"I?"

Feng Yan shook his head and said: "Although I inherited part of Chunyang Tianzun's colorful clay body and awakened the three heads and six arms, I can't get close to the Butian War Spirit at all."

He smiled bitterly and continued: "Brother, I still have some self-awareness! Compared with Chunyang Tianzun, in terms of wisdom, courage, courage, and understanding, I am far behind. How can I live up to Emperor Wa's expectations?"

"You are belittling yourself too much! Perhaps when you were young, you lacked experience and could not compare with Chunyang Tianzun. But over the years, I know better than anyone else that your progress is no longer what it used to be. You have to be better than me. confidence."

Zhang Ruochen walked towards the Butian War Spirit step by step, and did not stop until he felt the invisible resistance.

Observe carefully.

It was discovered that there were forty-five groups of light inside the Butian War Spirit, which were exactly the same as the arrangement of the nine palaces in "Luo Shu".

As the forty-five groups of light flashed on and off, the Battle Spirit of Butian seemed to be breathing.

"It seems that the legend is true. "Luoshu" was really created by Emperor Wa, who wanted to use this technique to fill the gap in the sky and level the drain. This is the courage that a generation of witch ancestors should have! Unparalleled talent and astonishment for eternity."

Zhang Ruochen returned to Feng Yan, took out the colorful glass cover, and held it in the palm of his hand.

There seems to be some kind of special connection between the colorful glass cover and the Sky-Building War Spirit, and the light of both is significantly enhanced.

What’s even weirder is that colorful mist rises from the colorful pool outside the temple.

Wisps of water mist gathered into the temple.

Feng Yan noticed the abnormality and asked nervously: "What is going on?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "As I guessed, the colorful glazed cover is indeed related to the Wa Palace. Second brother, do you know that Empress Shiji has asked me for the colorful glazed cover many times and offered generous terms, but I did not agree. "

"Brother should agree! Use the colorful glazed cover to exchange the Xuanding with Empress Shiji, and she might agree. I heard that Empress Shiji has always wanted to break away from the Xuanding and cultivate an independent self." Feng Yan said.

"Give it to her, what will you do?"

Zhang Ruochen released divine flames from his palm, refining the colorful glass cover.

In the flames, the colorful glass cover became crystal clear, as if it was melting, becoming more and more dazzling.

Feng Yan opened his eyes slightly and looked at Zhang Ruochen with an incomprehensible expression. Before he could speak, he saw Zhang Ruochen wave his arm and drive the colorful glass cover into his body with one palm.

"Bang!"

Feng Yan's feet flew up from the ground, and his whole body turned into mud, showing five colors.

"Chichi!"

The colorful glass cover gradually blended into his body.

The wind rock couldn't bear it at all, and the mud body cracked.

Outside the temple, the colorful water mist escaping from the colorful pool surged rapidly and continuously rushed into Fengyan's body, repairing the cracks in the mud body.

…

An hour later.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the temple alone and said inside: "There is no need to say any words of gratitude. Just practice in seclusion. If one day... I am no longer here, you will have to support the world alone. This is the wish of Emperor Wa, and it is also mine." This is what this big brother expects from you.”

Turn around and close the temple.

The colorful pool outside the temple has dried up.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of Feng Yan's divine world and appeared on the Mountain of Truth. He looked at Xiang Chunan who was squatting on the ground and said, "Qingsi Xue is in the sword world."

"Really? Brother, is it true?"

Xiang Chunan stood up quickly, grabbed Zhang Ruochen's shoulders, and asked excitedly: "Is she okay? Is she okay? Brother, please don't lie to me."

"It was the Nine-Death Emperor who brought her to the Sword Realm! Her body and soul were eroded by the power of darkness, but believe me, I will definitely be able to save her and leave her and the child in her belly intact to you."

Zhang Ruochen's tone was calm, but his eyes showed absolute confidence. He punched Xiang Chunan in the chest and said: "Cheer up, the sky won't fall! Life, old age, illness and death are inevitable, you must be stronger to face them. Next, the Temple of Truth will continue It’s up to you to rebuild, no one will protect you anymore!”

"Although the Temple of Truth has been destroyed, there are still many disciples rushing back from various big worlds. You are now their support and their spiritual pillar. You look like you are lost. What do you want them to do?"

Xiang Chunan was ashamed and whispered: "Master should still be alive."

"Mengge is the ancient demon god, and he is not a disciple of the Temple of Truth. You are the one who inherited the temple master's way of truth! Besides, even if Mengge returns, he will definitely lose a large amount of immortal matter and soul, and he will be seriously injured. , I don’t know how many years it will take to recover.” Zhang Ruochen said.

Xiang Chunan's mental state recovered and he said: "Brother, there is no problem with my cultivation. If you ask me to attack the Tianzun level or the half-ancestor, I will never frown. I, Xiang Chunan, am definitely not a coward. But, the Temple of Truth With such a big foundation, so many monks, and such a mess, I really have no clue.”

Zhang Ruochen said: "No one is born to be the master of the Palace of Truth. They are all tempered. If you don't do it, how do you know you are not good? Just call me big brother, and of course I will help you."

"Brother, how about you become the Lord of the Palace of Truth..."

Zhang Ruochen gave him a cold look.

Xiang Chunan immediately lowered his head and said, "Okay, I won't let my eldest brother and my wife down!"

"Chun Nan, big brother can't help you all the time. You have to walk your own path. There are still many challenges in the future."

Zhang Ruochen said this meaningfully, and then, with his hands empty, particles of truth escaped from the body and gathered between his ten fingers.

The wind suddenly picked up and the sky changed rapidly.

With the Mountain of Truth as the center, the rules of truth in the entire heaven are boiling and extremely active.

"What happened?"

"The rules of truth in heaven and earth are converging crazily. Is the Lord of Truth about to appear?"

…

The eyes of the gods in heaven all looked towards the Mountain of Truth, very curious.

On the top of the mountain, the Heart of Truth was re-condensed between Zhang Ruochen's hands. It was a fist-sized rhombus crystal with 129,600 facets.

All the brilliance of truth is released from this crystal.

Zhang Ruochen looked slightly pale and handed the Heart of Truth to Xiang Chunan.

"Brother...what are you doing?" Xiang Chunan did not pick him up.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Back then, on this Mountain of Truth, the Palace Master gave me the Heart of Truth. With the power of the Heart of Truth, I was able to practice at a much faster speed than ordinary people, analyze the techniques, and understand the way of heaven. Being able to distinguish right from wrong is of great help in all aspects, including cultivating the first level of Shinto. It can be said that the righteousness of the palace master and her selfless help made me what I am today, so even if the palace master is strict later, I will always be grateful."

"Now, I have separated the Heart of Truth material from the body and re-condensed it. Although it is not as good as the complete Heart of Truth, I believe it will be of great help to your future cultivation."

Xiang Chunan felt that Zhang Ruochen was acting strange today. He felt like he was explaining the aftermath. He shook his head and said, "I don't want it! Not just anyone can melt the heart of truth. Since my wife has chosen you, it means she has great expectations for you."

Zhang Ruochen said: "I have my responsibility, and you have yours. She has great expectations for me, and I will naturally not let her down. Now I have great expectations for you. The Heart of Truth is not for you, but for the Temple of Truth." . If you cannot hold up the Temple of Truth, I will take it away from you in the future."

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Ruochen had already injected the heart of truth into Xiang Chunan's body.

"Wow!"

The brilliance of truth blooms on the mountain of truth.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen left the Sea of ​​Truth alone and appeared in front of Xuanyuan Lian, saying, "I won't stay in Heaven for long, so help him."

"Don't worry! You don't need to explain this matter. No one dares to make trouble in the Realm of Truth."

Then, Xuanyuan Lian asked: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Ruochen frowned and said, "Have you seen it all?"

"Your condition is very bad. Were you injured on the Beize Great Wall? Why do you need to peel off the Heart of Truth at this time?" Xuanyuan Lian frowned, feeling very worried.

She wanted to help Zhang Ruochen, but found that she couldn't help him at all.

Zhang Ruochen was indeed seriously injured.

Not only were the injuries sustained during the duel with the Spirit of the Underworld and Baal, but the most serious injuries were the injuries sustained when he helped Gong Nanfeng block the thunderbolt. To this day, there is still a bloody hole in his chest under his clothes.

"It doesn't matter. If your cultivation is at my level, what does this injury mean?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't explain anything.

He is now more and more able to understand the mentality of people like Haotian. Many times, silence is not due to indifference, but because there is no way to tell too much.

Even if I tell you, it doesn't make any sense.

As expected, Bone Yama did not escape after all and was suppressed by Xu Tian. Ancient God Panyuan, who rushed to Lihentian to intercept and kill him, only managed to grab two leg bones.

Ancient God Panyuan and Wentianjun returned to the Realm of Truth one after the other.

"Old Ghost Xu is only one step away from the realm of the Half-Ancestor! Even I may not be able to catch the Twenty-Five Sword." Ancient God Pan Yuan was filled with emotion.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Where is Xu Tian? He won't attend the funeral of the palace master?"

"He's gone, back to the hell world! He has a deep prejudice against the gods in heaven and doesn't want to have too much contact. He thinks that we all have unshirkable responsibility for the death of the palace master." Pan Yuangu said.

Many gods present bowed their heads.

Wentianjun collected the fragments of Meng Ge's body and rebuilt his body.

Neither Bone Yama nor the Nine-Death Emperor has the ability to break Meng Ge's path in a short period of time. Therefore, Meng Ge's divine sea and divine source are both hidden.

After the physical body was reshaped, consciousness soon returned.

But his vitality was severely damaged and his condition was very sluggish.

Ancient God Panyuan gave him two leg bones of Bone Yama to replenish the lost immortal material and soul.

The people from the well brought back several ribs and a hand bone and gave them to Mengge.

After the funeral of the Master of Truth Hall, Zhang Ruochen and Wentianjun set out on their way home together.

"What do you think of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Wentianjun looked at the vast starry sky with complicated eyes and said: "I was about to ask you about this. I saw the painting Qingsu sent back! I also sensed his breath on the Great Wall of Beize. He is really still alive. ?”

"Although I have never seen him in medieval times, it shouldn't be false." Zhang Ruochen said.

Wen Tianjun said: "I once studied under the Third Confucian Patriarch and practiced spiritual power and Confucianism. That was the first time I met him. At that time, he was still very young, only dozens of years old, but he had already shown extraordinary abilities. Compared with them, Jiwang, Qingchan, and Xuanyi are all inferior in talent and talent, either in terms of mental strength or moral character."

At the beginning, the Dragon Lord thought that his talent was not as good as that of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, so Zhang Ruochen could only think of himself as being humble.

These words were spoken by Wentian Jun, which is obviously more authentic.

In that era, being able to become an ancestor as soon as your spiritual power reached the ninetieth level could already explain a lot of things.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Does Tianjun recognize the virtues of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch?"

"Recognition."

Wentianjun said these two words without hesitation and said: "At least, I absolutely approved of him before he appeared in this era."

Wentianjun and the Fourth Confucian Patriarch were both monks in the Kunlun Realm. Although they were hundreds of thousands of years apart in age, they had been friends for nearly a million years, so they must have a very deep understanding of each other.

People can pretend for a while, but they cannot pretend for nearly a million years.

Wen Tianjun said again: "If you ask Taishang and Jiwang this question of yours, they will definitely give the same answer. I don't know why he joined the God Realm, why he disappeared for so many years, and why he didn't go back to the Kunlun Realm to see him. We are old friends. But until this moment, I still believe that he has his own reasons and difficulties."

A million-year friendship is so deep! Not to mention that the Fourth Confucian Patriarch now represents the divine world, even if the Fourth Confucian Patriarch is an enemy of the entire universe, people like Wen Tianjun will give him a chance to explain.

This kind of trust is difficult for Zhang Ruochen to sympathize with since he has not experienced that era.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If... I mean if, the Eternal True Master is a Confucian and Taoist sage who the Fourth Confucian Patriarch cannot refuse, will this be the reason you are looking for?"

Wentianjun's body trembled slightly, and his eyes shone brightly: "You mean that person? This is impossible, time and longevity simply don't match up."

Zhang Ruochen said: "We cannot underestimate the methods of the immortal. Even the Ancient Demon God can appear in this era, let alone him? I am just guessing without any evidence."

Of course Zhang Ruochen didn't make random guesses.

After all, in the Treasure Book of Ten Thousand Beasts, that person clearly left a message, and together with Human Ancestor, beheaded the Dark Lord and suppressed his hands and eyes.

He has such a close relationship with Renzu and can make the Fourth Confucian Patriarch willing to obey his orders. How could Zhang Ruochen not speculate on him?

"No need to guess, I will ask in person. Jiwang Chuanxin said he has arrived at the Dragon's Nest!" Wentian Jun said.