Chapter 115: Tablet of Destiny

Chapter 115: The Tablet of Fate

“He was clad in a blood-red robe, and he looked extraordinarily handsome.”

Bai Luo described him from memory.

The old man was stunned, then said, “Hmph, he must be one of those old fellows ranked beyond the thousand.

Those ancients, far from the Blood Lord, are not as close to him as we are. To feign intimacy with the Blood Lord, they often dress in robes like his.”

Black Feather thought of something and couldn’t help but say, “He also claimed that he was the Blood Lord himself.”

“What?” The old man’s murky eyes blazed with light. His frail frame erupted with immense power as he grabbed Black Feather by the collar. “He said he was the Blood Lord??”

All who had heard the Blood Lord’s teachings revered him beyond measure.

They regarded him as a father and honored him as a master.

No one dared to impersonate the Blood Lord!

“What did he look like?” the little old man asked urgently.

Bai Luo and Black Feather had never seen their master so agitated.

Bai Luo waved her hand, and a curtain of water appeared. Within it, a faint silhouette began to form.

But no sooner had it taken shape than it shattered.

It seemed some unknown force was preventing her from revealing Qi Yuan’s likeness.

Seeing this, the little old man’s eyes widened. “Could it be... could it truly be my revered master?”

The Blood Lord was born divine; no portrait could capture his visage.

Nor could any Daoist art manifest his appearance.

Bai Luo was stunned as well, recalling something.

As a child, she had deeply admired the Blood Lord and once asked her master to show her his image. But then, as now, it could not be revealed.

“Is he truly the Blood Lord?” Bai Luo was overcome with excitement. “But... the Tablet of Fate once said that the Blood Lord had fallen!”

The Tablet of Fate was the supreme treasure of the Flowing Wind Realm; it could not possibly be wrong.

The old man lowered his head, lost in thought.

Just then, Bai Luo remembered something. She extended her delicate hand: “This is a small gift that senior gave me!”

A droplet of water, like blood, appeared.

The little old man stared at the droplet, his eyes fixed on it. “My master—he is indeed my master, the Blood Lord!”

He was now utterly certain: that man was his revered master, the Blood Lord.

“Where did he go?” the little old man asked urgently, his face full of anxiety.

Bai Luo quickly recounted everything that had happened that day to her master.

When he finished listening, tears streamed down the old man’s weathered face.

“He is my master, the Blood Lord.” The little old man’s heart was a tangle of emotions. Then, thinking of something, he looked at Bai Luo with hope. “Besides mentioning the Golden Canary, did my master mention anyone else? Did he mention me?”

Bai Luo: “...”

Black Feather was also stirred, but he said coldly, “No.”

The little old man was not disheartened. “My master has a poor memory; it’s only natural he didn’t mention me. But I am surely in his heart.

Now, my master must be heading to the Ends of the Earth. I must quickly send word of this to the Ends of the Earth.”

The little old man paced back and forth, pondering how to relay the message.

After several dozen breaths, he made up his mind. “Come, we’re going to the Ends of the Earth!”

He would go to the Ends of the Earth to see his master.

At the same time, he planned to use a special channel to inform those in the Blood Palace that the Blood Lord had reappeared in the mortal world.

...

Above the heavens, a streak of light flashed by.

Many cultivators looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with reverence.

Some purple-robed cultivators wore expressions of surprise, as countless messages were continuously transmitted to the Violet Heaven Alliance.

This streak of light paused at various places at intervals.

Some had witnessed a blood-colored sword shadow descending from the sky, annihilating a Violet Heaven Alliance stronghold.

Across the entire Flowing Wind Realm, chaos erupted in every continent.

Countless messages streamed toward the Violet Heaven Alliance headquarters.

A terrifying rumor also swept through the Flowing Wind Realm:

The Blood Lord had revived and was coming to settle scores with the Violet Heaven Alliance!

At that moment, in the Violet Heaven Alliance headquarters, a handsome man sat on a phoenix throne, a mocking smile on his face.

“The Blood Lord revived? What a ridiculous joke!” This man was the male consort of the Violet Heaven Mystic Maiden,

and now the acting chief steward of the Violet Heaven Alliance.

“The Tablet of Fate is the supreme treasure of the mortal world; it cannot err.

The Blood Lord has long since fallen. That man must be an impostor!

I suspect he is a remnant of the Blood Palace. Seeing our Violet Heaven Alliance army marching to the Ends of the Earth, and unable to resist, they are using experts to wreak havoc on our outposts!” said a man three meters tall, his voice like a deep bell.

His words won the approval of everyone present.

On the phoenix throne, Chief Steward Lin Xuemei spoke arrogantly: “Times have changed. Even if the Blood Lord were resurrected, what of it?

Thirteen Purple-Robed Soul Reapers—whether that Blood Lord is real or fake, I leave him to you thirteen!”

In the great hall, thirteen figures in purple robes appeared, each radiating immense power.

All thirteen were at the level of terrestrial myths, formidable beyond measure.

“As you command!”

The thirteen purple-robed figures departed the hall.

Chief Steward Lin Xuemei smiled. “Tomorrow is my hundredth birthday. How are the preparations going?”

The Violet Heaven Mystic Maiden had led her army to the Ends of the Earth, leaving Lin Xuemei in charge of the Violet Heaven Alliance.

Tomorrow would mark his hundredth birthday.

Among the male consorts of the Violet Heaven Mystic Maiden, none had ever lived past a hundred.

Most were discarded once she grew tired of them and were eventually buried.

But Lin Xuemei was different. He was the most favored and was about to become the first of her consorts to surpass a hundred years.

Thus, he cared deeply about his centennial banquet.

Compared to his birthday celebration, that so-called Blood Lord meant nothing.

"Rest assured, everything is prepared!" an elderly man said humbly.

Those present all cast fawning smiles toward Lin Xuemei.

After all, climbing into the bed of the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden was no small feat.

……

Night deepened.

Yet the entire Tongtian City was as bright as day.

Tomorrow would be the centennial birthday of Lin Xuemei of the Purple Heaven Alliance.

Throughout Tongtian City, lanterns hung everywhere, brimming with festive cheer.

Inside a tavern, three men concealed their auras.

The leader bore a scar across his face, looking fierce and menacing: "That bastard Lin Xuemei is utterly detestable—tomorrow, I must kill him!"

The other two, upon hearing this, flashed murderous intent in their eyes.

All three shared an irreconcilable enmity with Lin Xuemei.

Their parents, wives, and children had all died by his hand.

Now united, they came solely to assassinate him.

Just then, a man in a straw cloak spoke: "Have you heard of a powerful cultivator calling himself the Blood Lord, who seems to be marching toward the Purple Heaven Alliance?"

"The Blood Lord perished long ago—likely an impostor," said the scarred man. "Today, the Thirteen Purple-Robed Life-Seizers have gone to besiege him; I doubt he'll make it this far."

The straw-cloaked man sighed: "If he could reach here, we three brothers might join him to slay that old dog Lin Xuemei!

To die alongside such a hero would be a joy!"

The three faced death with equanimity.

Knowing full well that tomorrow's assassination attempt on Lin Xuemei would yield nothing, they still came without hesitation, for any further delay would rob them of all chance.

At that moment, the silent, gaunt man spoke: "I have a friend in the Blood Palace who says this Blood Lord might be the real one."

"The real Blood Lord?" The scarred man was surprised, but not overly astonished.

Even if the real Blood Lord had revived, so what?

The world now belonged to the Purple Heaven Alliance!

Within the Purple Heaven Alliance, there were a hundred Supremes, enough to dominate the world!

The legendary Blood Lord, born divine, might not even be a Supreme in cultivation.

Even if he attained Supreme status, what then?

Heavy-hearted and tangled in thought, the three drank their wine in silence.

Outside Tongtian City, fireworks soared endlessly, brightening the night sky.

Suddenly, an eerily extraordinary voice resounded through the entire city.

"Purple Heaven Alliance, the Blood Lord has come to call!"

The voice was thunderous, exploding like a clap of thunder in everyone's ears.

Throughout Tongtian City, boundless blood energy spread like a vast ocean, and enormous blood clouds pressed down upon the city!

At that moment, within the Purple Heaven Alliance, countless voices arose.

"What petty scoundrel dares to clamor here?"

"Offend the Purple Heaven Alliance, and you shall die!"

With the voices, sixty figures shot into the sky.

All wore purple robes, their auras terrifyingly powerful.

"They're all Mortal Gods," said the scarred man, his face especially grim.

In their eyes, over sixty Mortal Gods could besiege and kill several Supremes.

Even if the Blood Lord were a Supreme, he would surely die.

The Supremes of this era differed from later ones who grasped Primordial Divine Abilities; at most, they were like Qi Yuan, at level 120, half-step Supremes.

The straw-cloaked man lamented: "The Blood Lord is unwise—he should have infiltrated and ambushed Lin Xuemei. Challenging them head-on like this is truly foolish!"

Meanwhile, within the Purple Heaven Alliance, Lin Xuemei, draped in a robe, wore a look of displeasure.

"Those Thirteen Purple-Robed Life-Seizers are utterly useless—they couldn't even stop a mere Blood Lord!"

Immediately, someone beside him said: "The Blood Lord swaggering in openly suggests a trap!"

"Hmph, what trap matters before the might of the Purple Heaven Alliance?" declared a Supreme, his face brimming with confidence.

Lin Xuemei looked at the eleven Supremes present: "With you all here, need I be afraid?"

The Supremes nodded, relaxed smiles spreading across their faces.

Over sixty Mortal Gods stood in the void, exuding immense power, showcasing the Purple Heaven Alliance's strength to the world.

Just then, the blood clouds in the sky coalesced into a single sword.

"Sending mere underlings to welcome me—you underestimate me too much!"

The sword formed from blood clouds descended from the heavens, thrusting straight at the sixty-plus Mortal Gods.

Blood-colored sword light flashed, and a vast voice rang out:

"Die!"

Countless blood-red sword beams streaked across the sky like falling crimson meteors.

Sword energy raged, blood spread.

In less than a single breath, before the echo of "Die" had faded,

the sixty-plus Mortal Gods in the sky fell like dumplings.

Every cultivator who witnessed this was utterly stunned.

One sword strike slaying over sixty Mortal Gods?

Was this even human?

The earlier straw-cloaked man stood frozen, then spoke with difficulty: "I take back what I said!" The Blood Lord didn't sneak in because he didn't need to—his strength was enough!

"I fear the Blood Lord's power is infinitely close to the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden!" The scarred man swallowed hard.

In the sky, a figure in a blood-red robe appeared, with a blood mark between his brows, strikingly handsome.

Qi Yuan looked down, disappointment in his eyes: "I thought the Purple Heaven Alliance would be a worthy villain, but this is all?"

At that moment, Lin Xuemei was utterly stunned.

The eleven Supremes beside him were also dumbfounded.

"All Supremes, strike quickly and slay this beast!" Lin Xuemei roared.

No male favorite of the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden had ever lived past a hundred.

With only an hour left before his hundredth birthday, he did not want to fall under such a curse either!

The eleven sovereigns exchanged glances, and in the end, they could only act together.

"Kill him!"

"That strike must have cost him dearly—we can wear him down through attrition!"

Qi Yuan gazed at the eleven sovereigns, his expression calm: "Without even awakening your primal source divine abilities, do you truly count as sovereigns?

Mere... super soldiers at best!"

Qi Yuan had long known that in a world attuned to the primal source, cultivators above level 120 possessed no primal source divine abilities.

Such sovereigns were inferior even to the old man in the Earth Abyss.

"Taste my sword!"

Qi Yuan extended his hand, and the blood clouds in the sky condensed into eleven swords, descending from the heavens to land behind him.

The eleven blood-colored longswords exuded a terrifying aura.

Slaughter, arrogance, greed, lust...

It seemed as though the swords harbored the most dreadful evils of the world.

"No, you're worse than super soldiers!

Super soldiers can still sneak-attack the base—what can you do?" Qi Yuan said contemptuously.

The eleven swords shot forth from behind him, charging straight at the eleven sovereigns.

The eleven sovereigns' eyes nearly split with fury; they felt a terrifying sword intent.

Especially the aura carried by the blood-colored swords, which shook their minds and left them utterly unable to move.

"Great Demon... you are the Great Demon!"

"Mind Demon, you are a demon!"

Fear gripped the eleven sovereigns, and mind demons sprang forth within them.

The sword light swept past, and the eleven sovereigns fell just like the sixty-plus terrestrial myths before them.

Qi Yuan's face was calm, eerily extraordinary.

He reached out, looking at the condensed longsword, which already bore the rudiments of a primal source divine ability.

"Sin Source... is that my primal source divine ability?"

When the ability manifested, any cultivator who saw it would have mind demons arise, fall into madness, and succumb to demonic possession.

Perhaps it wouldn't be as effective against cultivators from the Canglan Realm.

But against those from the Liufeng Realm, it was absolutely potent.

Under the influence of his ability, who wouldn't instantly become a demonic fiend?

Now, Qi Yuan felt that if he wished, he could instantly condense Sin Source into his own primal source divine ability and become a true sovereign.

Yet he did not immediately crystallize Sin Source into that ability.

Sin Source was deeply connected to the Great Demon.

The world already saw him as the Great Demon.

If he forged such a primal source divine ability, wouldn't he become the new Great Demon?

He was a player!

After slaying the eleven sovereigns, Qi Yuan landed beside Lin Xuemei.

Lin Xuemei looked at Qi Yuan, now calmer instead: "It seems the Alliance Leader spoke true—you are the reincarnation of the Great Demon."

"I am myself, not that damned Great Demon," Qi Yuan said casually, looking at Lin Xuemei.

"Stop hiding it, Great Demon! With one sword strike, mind demons arise—if you're not the Great Demon, who is?" Lin Xuemei stared at Qi Yuan with righteous indignation. "Great Demon, the Alliance Leader is supremely talented, a genius unseen in ten thousand years—you will surely be destroyed by the Alliance Leader!

The Great Demon must be eradicated from the world; justice belongs to the Purple Heaven Alliance, to the mortal realm!"

As Lin Xuemei finished speaking, blood spilled from his lips, and he severed his own heart meridian, falling dead.

He seemed like a righteous man facing a demon lord, dying with noble defiance.

Qi Yuan heard this and burst into laughter: "So I've become the great villain? How amusing."

His smile was bewitchingly beautiful.

The Purple Heaven Alliance members around him, seeing Qi Yuan's smile, felt an inexplicable fear rise in their hearts.

"Demon... Great Demon..."

These people, faces twisted in terror, scrambled on the ground as if they had seen a demon god emerging from hell.

"Am I really that frightening?" A water screen appeared before Qi Yuan, reflecting his eerily handsome face. "Clearly so kind, so good-looking—that vain goldfinch should be able to appreciate my looks, right?"

That night.

The Blood Lord stormed the Purple Heaven Alliance headquarters.

One sword strike slew over sixty terrestrial myths.

Another sword strike killed eleven sovereigns.

The Purple Heaven Alliance's chief steward, unable to bear the humiliation, took his own life, declaring with righteous fervor before death: "The Great Demon must be eradicated from the world; justice belongs to the mortal realm!"

The world was in an uproar!

Many powerful figures from major sects, clans, and noble houses gathered, convening a cultivator assembly, vowing to unite in slaying the demon and restoring peace to the world.

...

Fengxin Continent.

The Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden opened her eyes, a violet light flickering within them.

"Xiaomei... dead?"

"The Blood Lord... awakened?"

Her expression was calm, tinged with a hint of surprise.

A stone tablet materialized before her. The Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden gazed at it, her eyes seeming to pierce through time and space.

"Death and resurrection?"

"The Great Demon never dies; the Great Thief never ceases."

"Even if the Great Demon revives, what of it? As long as he is sealed within the Gate of Myriad Differences, we can still restore a clear world!"

"This world remains the domain of my Purple Heaven Alliance!"

"Blood Lord? Great Demon? Mere relics of a bygone era—now I am the master of the Fate Stone Tablet!"

The Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden's face was excessively calm.

On the Fate Stone Tablet, a flash of blood light appeared.

A line of text manifested.

“In one month, the Gate of Myriad Distinctions shall open, and the Supremes may enter.”

Seeing this, a sinister smile flickered across Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden’s face.

“Heaven truly aids me!”

Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden’s original plan was to dispatch the great army, annihilate the Blood Palace, seize the Ends of the Earth, and take control of the Gate of Myriad Distinctions.

Now, the Blood Lord had appeared.

Her plan had gained another step—to seal the Blood Lord within the Gate of Myriad Distinctions and utterly obliterate him.

“Pass my command: all Supremes, journey with me to the Ends of the Earth!”

Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden waited no longer, deciding to abandon all terrestrial myths and the other armies, taking only the Supremes to the Ends of the Earth.

The various factions within the great army were somewhat taken aback.

Yet faced with Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden’s order, not a single one dared to resist.

All the Supremes flew forth, gathering around Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden, and soared toward the Ends of the Earth.

……

“Master… still alive?”

Foolish Daoist transformed into a streak of light, chasing after the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden ahead.

Upon learning this news, his heart was filled with disbelief and overwhelming excitement.

The Stone of Fate could not err!

But his master had indeed revived—how could he not be stirred?

A trace of worry also arose in his heart.

Yet soon, he dispelled that worry.

The Blood Lord had treated him with immense kindness, never wronging him in any way—how could he harbor discord?

“This news must be sent back, to tell Yanran, and also Bai Ze!”

Over the years, for the sake of the Blood Palace’s survival, he had hidden his identity, peeled away his own face, pared his bones, changed his appearance, and joined the Purple Heaven Alliance as a spy for the Blood Palace.

Now, it was time to return.

He gazed at the hundred or so Supremes ahead, and the terrifying Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden, then gritted his teeth fiercely.

A single drop of red blood appeared, and he vanished into a streak of light.

Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden narrowed her eyes, murderous intent spreading across her face: “Remnants of the Blood Palace?”

She thrust out a palm, striking that streak of light.

The light raced through the sky, spilling a trail of blood.

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(Chapter End)