Chapter 114: Zitian Alliance: The Blood Lord is a Great Demon, to Be Punished by the Whole World

Chapter 114: The Violet Heaven Alliance: The Blood Lord Is a Great Demon, All Under Heaven Shall Hunt Him

The Liuchuan Demon Lair.

Several terrifying figures appeared, each exuding an extremely dreadful aura.

As if merged with heaven and earth, united with this realm.

“A Sovereign?” The Violet Daoist gazed at the corpse of Yu Bai Sovereign, killing intent surging in his eyes.

“And a Terrestrial Myth, hmph, such a puny insect dares to come to our stronghold—courting death!”

The faces of the Sovereigns present were far from pleasant.

To have someone strike at their very base, assassinating one of their Sovereigns by ambush.

This made them sense a whiff of danger and feel it as a profound disgrace.

Especially the Violet Daoist, who had just arrived.

“To be able to slay Yu Bai Sovereign, that Sovereign from the Southern Lands has some skill.” The Violet Daoist’s eyes were deep, fixed on Yu Bai Sovereign’s corpse, pondering something unknown.

“After killing Yu Bai Sovereign, that Southern Sovereign must have fled to the Great Sorrow City.

Soon, our army will march on Great Sorrow City, and we will make those Southern cultivators pay dearly!” a Sovereign said in a deep voice.

Yet just then, another Sovereign suddenly spoke: “The Xingyuan Demon Lair has seen upheaval—there is… a Sovereign attacking!”

The Xingyuan Demon Lair was very close to the Liuchuan Demon Lair.

The Sovereigns present, hearing this, all found it beyond belief.

“He didn’t leave, and dares to go to another demon lair?”

“Utterly audacious, he holds none of us in regard!”

The Sovereigns present were all furious.

After ambushing and killing one Sovereign, instead of fleeing, he continued to wreak havoc.

This was a complete disregard for them.

Killing intent also flashed in the Violet Daoist’s eyes.

He lightly tapped the stone slab within his robe, and sensing no danger, he declared loudly: “Gentlemen, come with me to the Xingyuan Demon Lair to slay this beast!”

The Violet Daoist was a Great Sovereign; at his word, none present dared disobey.

All the Sovereigns set out together, hastening to the Xingyuan Demon Lair.

Meanwhile, within the Xingyuan Demon Lair, Qi Yuan had already gone berserk.

Countless demonic fiends had fallen beneath his sword.

Under his fierce assault, no demonic fiend could withstand even a single blow from him.

He was like a god of slaughter, cutting a swath through the demonic horde.

Chen Huan watched this, his eyes filled with shock: “This is… too monstrous.”

He knew Qi Yuan was strong, a standout among Terrestrial Myths, but he never imagined he could be this powerful.

In terms of slaying demonic fiends alone, Qi Yuan, as a Terrestrial Myth, was faster than him even without using his innate divine abilities!

And as a Sovereign, innate divine abilities were not inexhaustible—why would he use them casually?

Just then, Qi Yuan’s voice came: “What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!”

Chen Huan was startled, then realized something: “Big brother, we need to run!”

Having recently stepped into Sovereign and slain a Sovereign, Chen Huan had felt as if he were in a dream.

His mind was somewhat dazed.

Only now did it occur to him that if they kept killing here, they would be surrounded by the Northern Sovereigns.

Qi Yuan swept his sword in an arc, and wherever the sword light passed, demonic fiends were slain.

His eyes burned with intense killing intent.

His experience bar was also skyrocketing.

He was very, very close to level 120.

“The plan is ahead of schedule; we’ve already entered the third step. How can we retreat? We should strike while the iron is hot, complete the third step, and once I become a Sovereign, I’ll hack that old dog Violet Daoist to death!” Qi Yuan said ferociously.

The more demonic fiends he killed, the more sin-source he extracted, and the more negative emotions he suppressed.

“Big brother, we really should run now. Even if you step into Sovereign, we… we…”

Chen Huan was truly panicking.

The Violet Daoist was a cultivator at the Great Sovereign realm.

The gap between a Great Sovereign and an ordinary Sovereign was immense.

In fact, if the Violet Daoist stood still and let Chen Huan strike, Chen Huan couldn’t even kill him.

His big brother might be mysterious, but he was still too young.

He believed that given a thousand years to mature, the Violet Daoist would be no match for his brother.

“Run? No running now—they’re already here.” Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, his movements never ceasing.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

His eyes held nothing but slaughter, as if he would pierce through this world and shatter the Flowing Wind Realm!

Chen Huan, hearing this, also sensed several extremely powerful auras spreading toward them.

Among them, one was obscure and profound.

A Great Sovereign!

It must be the Great Sovereign Violet Daoist!

Escape… indeed, escape was impossible.

Chen Huan’s face twisted into a grimace; he felt doomed.

His great-great-great-granddaughter was about to give birth, and he hadn’t yet returned to see her.

His dozens of concubines—he wondered if they missed him.

If he died here, the world of pleasures would be lost to him.

“Big brother, since we’re about to die, can I make one request?” Chen Huan said weakly.

“Spit it out if you have something to say, or shut up!” Qi Yuan couldn’t be bothered with Chen Huan, continuing to slaughter demonic fiends as if racing against time.

A mournful expression spread across Chen Huan’s face, and he said with heartfelt sincerity: “All my life, I’ve been alone and helpless. Before I die, might I have the chance to call you my foster father?”

“Get lost!” Qi Yuan roared.

The broken sword in his hand was like a dragon, charging into the Xingyuan Demon Lair.

Hundreds and thousands of demonic fiends fell one after another.

The auras of the Sovereigns were drawing near rapidly.

A long-lost prompt sounded once more in Qi Yuan’s ear.

[You have reached Level 120 and gained an opportunity to comprehend the Origin. Use it?]

After nearly a century of slaying demonic fiends in the Flowing Wind Realm, plus one Supreme, Qi Yuan’s experience bar had finally reached Level 120.

Level 120 was a watershed.

Step into it, and you become a Supreme.

Now, Qi Yuan could be considered half a Supreme.

Because he did not yet possess his own Origin Divine Ability.

“Comprehend.” He would not miss the chance to comprehend an Origin Divine Ability granted by leveling up.

And this time, he would condense the most powerful Origin Divine Ability belonging to him.

The scene of the present world was frozen.

When Qi Yuan opened his eyes, the place he reappeared in was the Nine Coil Mountain he knew best.

But… the Nine Coil Mountain now was vastly different from the one in his memory.

Weeds grew rampant, thorns covered the ground, and it was desolate and uninhabited.

The once lively Nine Coil Mountain was like a barren wilderness.

“How many years have passed?” Qi Yuan looked around, his gaze somewhat forlorn.

A feeling of loneliness filled his heart.

He looked up at the sky, and his gaze suddenly turned resolute: “I must become a Great Luo Golden Immortal, a Hunyuan Saint, and toy with that little scoundrel, the River of Time!”

Shaking off the loneliness, Qi Yuan’s divine sense swept over Nine Coil Mountain.

Alas, he found nothing familiar.

“The Canary… the Gate of Myriad Differences…”

“It seems this time, I can no longer be trapped in Nine Coil Mountain; I must personally journey through this world.”

His comprehension of the Origin should focus on the Gate of Myriad Differences.

Now at Level 120, his strength should be enough to enter the Gate of Myriad Differences.

The closer he got to the Gate of Myriad Differences, the faster his comprehension would be, and the more benefits he would gain.

Qi Yuan, draped in a blood-red robe, looked at the abandoned Nine Coil Mountain, a nostalgic expression on his face: “Sometimes, when there’s no one chattering in your ear, it’s actually quite boring.”

He left Nine Coil Mountain and headed downhill. Suddenly, he deliberately slowed his pace, like a cultivator who had just begun to practice.

In less than a dozen breaths, several human cultivators in purple robes appeared, their faces excited: “Remnants of the Blood Lord! Catch him!”

Five purple-robed cultivators rushed at Qi Yuan; their cultivation levels were roughly at the Overlord stage.

Qi Yuan looked at the five, his expression stern: “What do you call me?”

Hearing this, the leader rolled his eyes and said to the others, “He doesn’t seem to be a remnant of the Blood Lord.”

If he were a remnant, he would have run away long ago when they appeared.

“Who cares if he’s a remnant or not? Showing up here makes him one—catch him and we can still claim the reward!” said a purple-robed cultivator with a large mole on his face.

The five reached a consensus and glared fiercely at Qi Yuan: “Brother, don’t blame us; blame your bad luck!”

The five charged at Qi Yuan, intending to capture him. But just then, a spear swept through, and a young man in a black robe appeared.

The spear, like a python, pierced straight into the chest of a purple-robed cultivator.

At the same time, several flying knives shot forth, striking the other cultivators in the forehead.

The five purple-robed cultivators, without any chance to resist, were cleanly eliminated.

“Hmph, everyone from the Purple Heaven Alliance deserves to die!” A short-skirted girl with a high ponytail looked full of heroic spirit; she had just thrown the flying knives that killed the other purple-robed cultivators.

The spear-wielding man in black tight clothes stood side by side with the short-skirted girl. He looked at Qi Yuan and said slowly, “Big brother, my junior sister and I have already killed these men. You’d better leave quickly, or when the Purple Heaven Alliance arrives, you won’t be able to escape.”

“Thank you both for saving my life.” Qi Yuan looked at them, a puzzled expression on his face. “May I ask, what are these remnants of the Blood Lord, and what is the Purple Heaven Alliance?”

“You don’t know the Purple Heaven Alliance?” The short-skirted girl, Bai Luo, looked at Qi Yuan strangely.

“I have been cultivating in the mountains and know nothing of worldly affairs,” Qi Yuan replied.

Hearing this, the black-robed man showed a wary expression.

They had originally thought this blood-robed man was just a low-level cultivator, which was why they helped him.

Now it seemed he was not simple.

The black-robed man said, “This is a long story. Why not come with us, and we’ll talk as we go?”

Staying here, the Purple Heaven Alliance would likely arrive soon.

“Alright.” Qi Yuan nodded.

The three quickly left Nine Coil Mountain, talking as they walked.

The black-robed man was named Hei Yu. He said, “The Purple Heaven Alliance is a powerful force founded in the last few hundred years.

Its leader is called the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden.

She claims to have come from the future.”

“The future?” Qi Yuan was surprised.

He too had come from the future.

If the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden had come from the future, it did give him some sense of crisis.

But then he thought—he was a game player; what was there to fear from an NPC? His mind calmed.

“Three hundred years ago, the Blood Lord vanished. His followers founded the Blood Palace, still spreading his teachings and disseminating the Demon Binding Art throughout the world.

This was a great deed that benefited all living beings!

But who would have thought that the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden would appear out of nowhere, declaring that the Blood Lord was the root of all inner demons!” Hei Yu said, gripping his spear tighter.

The short-skirted girl Bai Luo said indignantly, “Bullshit Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden! She’s just slandering the Blood Lord to satisfy her own ambitions.

She claims the Blood Lord is the reincarnation of the Great Demon, the source of all demonic fiends!

Even more shamelessly, she says, ‘If the Blood Lord weren’t guilty, why would he create the Demon Binding Art to benefit the world?’”

Qi Yuan felt that the latter part was oddly similar to “If you didn’t hit him, why would you help him up?”

“With the Blood Lord as a great demon, the Blood Palace became a demon palace.

The cultivators of the Purple Heaven Alliance have been heavily targeting the Blood Palace.

And that old witch, the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden, has even taken the Demon Binding Art for herself, distributing it to other races!” the girl Bai Luo said angrily.

Having heard so much, Qi Yuan understood the gist of the matter.

The Purple Heaven Alliance had its eye on the Demon Binding Art and wanted to claim its credit.

So they slandered him as a great demon.

“Are you two from the Blood Palace?” Qi Yuan looked at them.

“Mm.” Black Feather hesitated, then nodded in admission.

“I wonder how the Blood Palace fares now?” Qi Yuan asked, somewhat worried about the Golden Canary, hoping he was unharmed.

“The Blood Palace is not in good shape; it has been forced to retreat to a single province,” said White Conch.

“Is there a Golden Canary within the Blood Palace? How is she now?” Qi Yuan voiced his concern.

Black Feather looked at Qi Yuan with wariness: “How do you know of Senior Golden Canary? Could it be… that you too were a follower of the Blood Master?”

The young woman White Conch also widened her eyes: “Are you a disciple of the Blood Master?”

Hearing this, Qi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging by the reactions of Black Feather and White Conch, the Golden Canary was still alive and well.

Then, all was not lost.

“Is it possible… that I am the Blood Master?” Qi Yuan said.

Black Feather was taken aback.

White Conch quickly said, “Sir, such a joke is not to be made lightly.”

“Oh?” Qi Yuan was surprised; their reactions were unexpected.

Then White Conch explained: “The reason the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden holds sway is that she obtained the world’s ultimate treasure… the Tablet of Fate.”

“The Tablet of Fate?” Qi Yuan had never heard that name before.

“When the Buddha was born, ten thousand flowers bloomed, and snow fell in the seventh month.

A supreme treasure, the Tablet of Fate was born with the Buddha.

This tablet is the ultimate treasure of the mortal world, said to glimpse the future and see the past.

In the Tablet of Fate, the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden learned that the Blood Master was no longer among the living.

With that knowledge, she grew bold and began to target our Blood Palace.

It is precisely because she possesses the Tablet of Fate that the Purple Heaven Alliance holds sway, recklessly slandering the Blood Master, calling him a great demon!” The young woman White Conch grew angrier as she spoke.

Black Feather added, “By creating the *Demon Binding Art*, the Blood Master exhausted all his vitality. His fall… is only natural.

When the Tablet of Fate revealed the Blood Master’s death, the Blood Palace held a grand funeral for him.”

“I… am not dead yet. Isn’t holding a funeral for me a bit premature?” Qi Yuan said helplessly. He then asked, “Where is the Golden Canary?”

“At that funeral, Senior Golden Canary did not attend. She was overcome with grief and refused to accept the Blood Master’s death.

Now, Senior Golden Canary and the other seniors of the Blood Palace are at the Ends of the Earth.”

The Ends of the Earth—countless miles from Nine Coil Mountain.

At the very edge of the Drifting Wind Realm.

“In recent years, the Purple Heaven Alliance has been hunting the Blood Palace cultivators. If not for Senior Shang Yanran’s extraordinary strength, able to contend with the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden, the Blood Palace would have been destroyed.

Yet even so, the Blood Palace cultivators have been driven to the Ends of the Earth.” White Conch’s words were steeped in hatred for the Purple Heaven Alliance.

Black Feather added, “Three months ago, the Purple Heaven Alliance joined forces with the Seven Great Sects and sent an army to the Ends of the Earth, intending to… annihilate the Blood Palace completely!”

Qi Yuan’s heart tightened: “Do you have a map? May I borrow it?”

“I have one,” White Conch said, pulling out a crumpled map.

Qi Yuan opened it; the map was somewhat crude.

But it was clear.

Now, Qi Yuan was at a place called Nine Coil Mountain, in the north of the heavens, the northernmost point of this world.

The Purple Heaven Alliance was at the very center of the Drifting Wind Realm.

The Ends of the Earth was in the south of the heavens, the southernmost point.

From Nine Coil Mountain to the Ends of the Earth, one would have to cross the entire Drifting Wind Realm.

A straight path would pass right through the Purple Heaven Alliance.

“Thank you both,” Qi Yuan said. Having understood the situation, he felt it was time to leave.

“A small gift for you two,” Qi Yuan said, and with a casual gesture, a drop of blood-red liquid materialized out of thin air, splitting in two and falling into their hands.

At that moment, Qi Yuan’s figure vanished completely.

Black Feather and White Conch exchanged glances, both showing astonishment.

“This is definitely a master!”

“Could he be a Realm Guardian?”

With these doubts, they left Nine Coil Mountain.

About half an hour later, they returned to a small village.

An angry voice rang out: “You two ran off again!”

A short, elderly man emerged, his face full of fury.

Seeing the old man, Black Feather and White Conch both looked fearful.

This old man was their master.

“Master, we didn’t go out to cause trouble—we went to do righteous deeds! Today, we saved one of our Blood Palace people from the hands of the Purple Heaven Alliance cultivators!” White Conch said proudly, even sticking out her tongue.

Black Feather remained silent.

Hearing this, the old man’s anger subsided a little: “Sigh, how many times have I told you—never go out. If the Purple Heaven Alliance finds out your master is here, you won’t see me again.”

“Master, we know. You’re a big shot in the top five hundred of the Purple Heaven Alliance’s wanted list. They take you very seriously!” White Conch flattered.

The old man shrugged: “The Purple Heaven Alliance has no eyes. Back when the Blood Master gave his sermon, I was among the first hundred to enter Nine Coil Mountain to listen. Yet on the wanted list, they ranked me four hundred and twenty-sixth. Infuriating!”

White Conch smiled helplessly.

Their master was good in every way, except he loved to… show off.

Almost every so often, he would recount his glorious history, saying that when the Blood Master preached, he sat in the top hundred.

After each telling, he would nervously warn them never to reveal such secrets, lest the Purple Heaven Alliance find out and put them in danger.

White Conch remembered something and teased: “Master, today we met a senior at the foot of Nine Coil Mountain. That senior looked like he might have listened to the Blood Master’s sermon with you.

I could tell that senior had an extraordinary aura—perhaps he even sat closer than you.”

Sure enough, the old man immediately grew displeased: “Impossible! Those who sat ahead of me all went to the Ends of the Earth. How could anyone be closer to the Blood Master than I?

That person must be an impostor!

What does he look like? Tell me quickly—I’ll expose him!”

(End of chapter)