Chapter 120: You Are Not the Grand Supreme

Chapter 120: You Are Not the Great Sovereign

Within the Prison of the Ape Demon.

Chen Huan was frantic with anxiety.

The auras of several sovereigns were drawing closer, and among them, one belonged to a Great Sovereign.

“We’re doomed, we can’t escape!”

Chen Huan looked at Qi Yuan, and for some reason, he sensed a momentary daze in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

“The ones who can’t escape are them. I… am a sovereign now.” In Qi Yuan’s gaze, the vicissitudes of time instantly receded, as if he had endured endless ages.

The epiphany ended, and he returned to the present reality of the game.

“Big brother… you’re a sovereign?” Chen Huan was astonished, then overjoyed.

He looked at Qi Yuan, feeling that Qi Yuan had become even more unfathomable.

Wasn’t he just a terrestrial myth a moment ago? How had he suddenly become a sovereign?

Had he comprehended the origin?

Had he awakened the origin divine ability?

“Now, it’s time to execute the third step of my plan—slay the approaching enemies!” Qi Yuan was about to set his meticulous plan into motion.

“You’ve just broken through to sovereign, it won’t work. They have a Great Sovereign, and his origin divine ability has reached the level of inscription!” At the mention of inscription, a flicker of fear appeared in Chen Huan’s eyes. “An inscribed origin divine ability—even if you find its flaw, you cannot overcome it!”

What Chen Huan said, Qi Yuan also knew.

During his escape with Ning Tao and his mastery of the Human-Demon Path, he had gained a deeper understanding of sovereigns.

When one first enters the sovereign realm, the origin divine ability they master is at the level of Time’s End.

At the Time’s End level, mastery of the origin divine ability is not very stable, and… it consumes a great deal, with a time limit.

In the middle stage of sovereign, the origin divine ability reaches the level of Subtlety.

With subtle control over the origin divine ability, one can use it well, wasting not a shred of its power.

As for the Great Sovereign at the late stage, they attain the legendary level of Inscription.

They inscribe the origin divine ability onto their own body and soul.

Without even moving, the origin divine ability manifests on its own.

The gap between a Great Sovereign and a sovereign in the early stage is truly immense.

Even by attrition, they could drain the origin divine ability of an early-stage sovereign dry.

“Inscription… indeed, it is formidable.” Qi Yuan grinned. “But… I haven’t killed anyone in tens of thousands of years, and I’m already itching with hunger.

The killing intent I’ve accumulated—I’ll use it to give him a fright!”

Within the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences, Qi Yuan had sat in stillness for countless years.

Time had been forgotten by him, and even his self had been forgotten.

It had indeed been many years since he last killed.

“Big brother, have you forgotten? We just killed a sovereign, and quite a few terrestrial myths too!” Chen Huan increasingly felt that this big brother of his was utterly unreliable.

Sometimes, he was profoundly unfathomable; other times, he was completely offbeat.

His offbeat manner resembled Chen Huan’s own, but at this moment, Chen Huan did not want Qi Yuan to be offbeat.

Their exchange seemed to contain a great deal of content, yet it was completed in less than two breaths.

At that moment, the terrifying aura fully descended.

Six sovereigns stood in the air, surrounding Qi Yuan and Chen Huan from all directions, trapping them.

The Purple Daoist’s eyes were deep as he looked at the two, a hint of surprise in his gaze: “How did you two manage to slay Sovereign Yubai?”

As the Purple Daoist spoke, his gaze fell entirely on Qi Yuan.

As for Chen Huan, he was completely ignored.

The others also looked at Chen Huan and Qi Yuan with astonishment.

After all, Sovereign Yubai’s strength was evident to all; even if two sovereigns had besieged him, they would not have slain him so quickly.

Yet these two had done it—what secrets might they hold?

The six wore varied expressions, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

Qi Yuan’s gaze also fell on the Purple Daoist, sharp as a blade. He said slowly, “Was it you who sent Wu Tong to ambush me?

Who gave you the confidence and the nerve… to ambush me?”

Before a fight, one must not show weakness!

Even the village dogs bark and yap before a fight, don’t they?

This Purple Daoist had ambushed him for no reason—there must be some hidden truth behind it.

The others, hearing Qi Yuan’s words, also turned to look at the Purple Daoist.

Had the Purple Daoist really ambushed the Wugui Town Defender?

Had his coming to the Thousand Cities Region… indeed concealed some ulterior motive?

The Purple Daoist did not explain. With a sweep of his sleeve, he said: “Take the Wugui Town Defender alive. Kill the other one.”

Hearing this, Chen Huan was furious: “I am a disciple of the White Emperor! Why not take me alive too, like my big brother?”

The other five sovereigns moved swiftly against Chen Huan.

Five terrifying origin divine abilities descended directly upon Chen Huan.

If those five divine abilities struck him, Chen Huan would either die or be severely wounded.

“Big brother, save me!” Chen Huan turned into a streak of light and fled, with the five divine abilities hot on his heels.

At that moment, Qi Yuan’s voice fell into Chen Huan’s ears.

Now, with his greater strength, Qi Yuan could more easily perceive the flaws in those five origin divine abilities.

Hearing this, Chen Huan’s face lit up with joy: “Big brother, you’re truly my real father!”

As if divinely aided, Chen Huan slipped out from among the five divine abilities. Yet one of them still grazed him, slicing off half his arm, and he grimaced in pain.

This scene stunned all six present.

They had not expected that Chen Huan could withstand their origin divine abilities.

Their gazes fell on Qi Yuan—surprise, wonder, fear, delight.

At that moment, Qi Yuan’s voice rang out.

“Now… it’s my turn!”

Though this world was a game, it was very realistic—not a turn-based battle.

Qi Yuan had held back all along, waiting to see through their origin divine abilities.

For a cultivator, the origin divine ability was their Dao, reaching straight to their heart.

Starting from the heart's intent, it is also the easiest to summon inner demons.

With Qi Yuan's voice, the five Sovereigns present, for some reason, felt an inexplicable surge of intense fear in their hearts.

The Purple Daoist stood in the void, eyes narrowed, his expression fearless.

In his heart, he had a premonition: the Wugui City Guardian could slay all Sovereigns present except himself.

And this... suited him perfectly.

The secrets and treasures of Wugui City should all belong to him.

Qi Yuan stepped forward, his robe rising without wind.

In that instant, his robe turned blood-red.

He stood still, his gaze deep and hollow, as if from the abyss.

Void Realm Sovereign: Heart Demon Invocation!

In that moment, Qi Yuan immediately unleashed his primal divine ability.

He looked at a female Sovereign.

Lust - Crimson Lotus Karma Fire!

Instantly, the female Sovereign's body burst into crimson flames, her garments consumed in an instant.

"No!" Her left eye was filled with terror, but her right eye brimmed with desire.

A miasmic aura of demonic spawn began to spread over her.

Her body seemed about to burst.

Qi Yuan's gaze fell upon a man in white robes.

Pride - Eye of the Firmament.

Qi Yuan murmured: "I hate pretentious people the most. If anyone's going to show off, it should be me!"

With his words, a demonic spawn, unbeknownst, crawled onto the white-robed man.

The demonic spawn was hideously ferocious, with a gaze that looked down on all, clinging to the white-robed man, eerily embracing his neck.

Like needles pricking, like withered bark hands scraping down his spine, like centipedes crawling up his neck, goosebumps rose, and the white-robed man felt terror.

"What is this thing!"

A primal divine ability struck his own neck, and blood spurted from his lips.

As the primal divine ability emerged, a strange aura permeated the air.

The five Sovereigns present showed expressions of panic, greed, or lust.

Their minds were all under attack.

The scene suddenly turned eerie.

Chen Huan, watching from not far away, felt both shock and terror; he stole a glance at Qi Yuan.

In his heart, he wanted to say:

What the hell are you?

But he dared not ask, dared not speak.

The scene before him was far too horrifying.

This Wugui City Guardian, his big brother, was acting like a full-blown villain.

With the divine ability, demonic spawns were born.

Where in the world was there such a primal divine ability?

Which cultivator in the world did not fear demonic spawns like scorpions?

And his big brother...

Chen Huan thought of something, and a flash of terror crossed his face.

Qi Yuan looked at the five Sovereigns, his smile utterly sinister: "You've lived so long, wasted so much food, it's time... to die."

With Qi Yuan's words, the auras of the five Sovereigns vanished in an instant.

Heart demons broke through their bodies, and they fell directly.

And since they did not die of natural causes, no demonic spawns formed.

Five immensely powerful Sovereigns died in humiliation.

A glint of joy flashed in the Purple Daoist's eyes: "Your primal divine ability is very interesting.

With a single thought, heart demons arise. Your primal divine ability... can be called invincible among peers."

The primal divine ability of Heart Demon Invocation was condensed from the source of sin.

This ability easily provokes a person's inner demons.

Cultivators of the Flowing Wind Realm had always trapped their heart demons within; the Demon Binding Art kept them from worrying about sudden demonic emergence, but the heart demons always existed. Dying of natural causes would cause demonic spawns to break out.

This divine ability precisely targeted cultivators of the Flowing Wind Realm.

Which cultivator at the early Sovereign stage could withstand a single strike of Qi Yuan's ability?

Of course, in the Canglan Realm, this primal divine ability would not be so invincible.

But it would still provoke heart demons and reduce a cultivator's combat power.

"It seems you have already grasped quite a few secrets of Wugui City," the Purple Daoist said, his eyes full of delight.

Through the Fate Tablet, he had learned that the demoness's burial place was in Wugui City.

There lay the source of all demonic spawns.

And the divine ability Qi Yuan had just displayed exactly matched what the Fate Tablet recorded.

If he could master the source of all demonic spawns and comprehend the essence of heart demons?

Who in this world could stand against him?

He had sent Wu Tong to ambush Qi Yuan and scheme for Wugui City.

Later, from the tablet, he learned that the Buddha, that is, the Great Demon, was buried in Tianxin Palace.

To scheme for Tianxin Palace, he spread false news that the Blood Demon was in Tianxin Palace, never expecting it to hit the mark by accident.

The Purple Daoist looked at Qi Yuan, his face full of greed: "If you are willing to pledge allegiance to me and reveal all the secrets of Wugui City, I, this Venerable, am willing to take you as my disciple and give you a chance to serve me."

Qi Yuan, upon hearing this, looked at the Purple Daoist with a puzzled expression: "You're not my wife, so why would you be my master?"

From the back view of his master, he had deduced that his master was his wife.

This Purple Daoist, a stinky man, wanted to be his wife?

"Gay?" Qi Yuan looked at the Purple Daoist in horror, "A gay is right beside me."

He instinctively moved to protect himself.

Qi Yuan's words left the Purple Daoist stunned, and Chen Huan as well.

What kind of twisted logic is this?

Clearly it’s about taking a master, so what does a wife have to do with it? What does being gay have to do with it?

Chen Huan said weakly, “Brother, how about you just go along with him?”

He had just broken through to the Supreme realm, hadn’t yet returned home in glory, hadn’t yet shown off in front of those senior brothers and sisters—he didn’t want to die like this.

Qi Yuan said coldly, “Even if he knelt down to be my dog, I’d find him too filthy.”

Chen Huan’s eyes widened when he heard this.

Brother, do you have to be this bold!

The smile in the Purple Daoist’s eyes faded slightly. “It seems you are unwilling to become my disciple.

You have lost the chance to become the true king of this realm.”

He possessed the supreme treasure, the Tablet of Fate; his life was destined for brilliance. Even the Venerable One and the White Emperor, given time, would not be his match—he had always felt this premonition.

“I’m truly curious—why are you so arrogant?” Qi Yuan looked at the Purple Daoist. “I seem to smell the scent of an old acquaintance on you. You are as arrogant as she was.”

That old acquaintance was the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden.

The Purple Daoist gave him exactly the same feeling as the Purple Heaven Mystic Maiden.

“I am arrogant because I have reason to be.

Your primordial soul is indeed strong, but it can only kill Supreme-level cultivators at the initial stage.

I am a Great Supreme. My primordial divine ability is inscribed on my body, on my soul—flawless and innate.

How can your primordial divine ability harm me?”

Such was the confidence of a Great Supreme.

The primordial divine ability was inscribed; there was no need to even activate it—he himself was the primordial divine ability.

“The last arrogant person died under my sword. You… should not be far behind.”

A grave look appeared in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

A Great Supreme was indeed powerful!

At this moment, Qi Yuan had killed five Supremes, and his level had already risen to 124.

And the Purple Daoist before him was clearly at level 189.

That was more than sixty levels higher than him.

He had challenged those above his level before, but never someone this strong.

Still, this was a game!

Soloing a boss was the most satisfying.

He held his broken sword, looked at the Purple Daoist, and his figure began to grow taller.

Xiao Jia!

Yu Zi Tong Pao!

A blood-red armor clad his body, and Qi Yuan’s level rose another five.

The gap with the Purple Daoist shrank a little more.

But the gap… was still enormous.

“Interesting… but what is yours will soon be mine.”

The Purple Daoist watched Qi Yuan with interest, like a child watching ants move their nest.

To him, Qi Yuan’s figure rising to several dozen zhang and his aura growing stronger was no different from a small ant turning into a big ant.

“Take my sword!”

A powerful sword aura spread out. This strike carried Qi Yuan’s endless inner demons.

Any Supreme at the initial stage who was affected by this sword would surely die a natural death—or so it seemed.

But he was facing a Great Supreme!

The Purple Daoist stood still, and a primordial divine ability activated on its own.

Qi Yuan’s powerful strike was actually blocked by the Purple Daoist.

The Purple Daoist said casually, “Strike a few more times. If you die too soon, I won’t get to see such a sword again.”

Of course, he wanted to comprehend the source of calamity through Qi Yuan’s sword, to learn the secret Qi Yuan had obtained in the City of No Return.

Chen Huan watched this scene and said nothing.

Qi Yuan’s attack was ineffective—just as he had expected.

Qi Yuan’s primordial divine ability was a great killing weapon. If Qi Yuan grew to the Great Supreme realm, he would be invincible except for the White Emperor and the Venerable One.

But now, he had only just entered the Supreme realm.

The gap between him and a Great Supreme was far too vast.

Yet Qi Yuan was not flustered. Instead, he said, “Purple Daoist, actually… you are not a Great Supreme.”

Of course, the sword in his hand kept falling.

He fought while trash-talking.

In the past, Qi Yuan hated this the most.

But now, having awakened his primordial divine ability, to better defeat his opponent, he had to humble himself and resort to verbal attacks.

The Purple Daoist smiled upon hearing this. “You are truly amusing.”

It was the first time someone had told him he was not a Great Supreme.

Did saying that help?

“A Great Supreme does not merely inscribe the primordial divine ability on the flesh and soul, but also on… the demonic calamity.

The demonic calamity is also a part of you. Without inscribing it, how can you be considered a Great Supreme?” Qi Yuan was spouting nonsense.

“Hmph, sophistry.” The Purple Daoist’s primordial divine ability landed on Qi Yuan, but Qi Yuan dodged it easily.

A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes.

“When you cultivated to the Great Supreme realm, did you hear a whisper, softly calling… Trapped Demon?” Qi Yuan asked again.

The Purple Daoist’s expression suddenly darkened. “How do you know?”

Could it be…

He thought of the City of No Return, the burial place of the enchantress.

Could it be that all this information was obtained by the City of No Return’s guardian from within?

A mysterious smile appeared on Qi Yuan’s face.

The *Trapped Demon Art*—he had comprehended it from the Gate of Myriad Differences, and he began to expound on it.

In that state, he could not add any hidden traps to the technique, nor did he bother to.

But that, after all, was a technique he himself had created.

The method the Purple Daoist practiced was also derived from the *Demon Binding Art*, and Qi Yuan knew all too well what might happen during its cultivation.

“Because the technique you practice is flawed,” Qi Yuan transformed into a master of deception, speaking smoothly. “When you entered the Supreme realm, the human-demonic power in your dantian surged three times; during your last cultivation, you closed your eyes, and a door suddenly appeared in your mind…”

The Purple Daoist’s face grew darker, then burst into ecstatic expression: “It seems the gains you made in Wugui City far exceed my imagination!”

“Thus, you are not truly a Great Supreme. Your innate divine ability has not been fully inscribed into your flesh and soul—there are still many gaps.

Right now, you are at best a mid-stage Supreme, not a genuine Great Supreme.

Only the Venerable One and the White Emperor are flawless Great Supremes.” Qi Yuan spouted utter nonsense.

“What you say is quite interesting—it even convinces me… but does it matter? Even if I am not a flawlessly formed Great Supreme, can you defeat me?” The Purple Daoist had already begun to believe Qi Yuan’s words.

“To become a true Great Supreme, you must forget… that you are a false Great Supreme, or else you will never step into the realm of a genuine Great Supreme in this life!” At last, Qi Yuan revealed his true intent.

For a ten-thousandth of an instant, the Purple Daoist froze, forgetting the fact that he was a Great Supreme.

Forget?

And at that moment, a sharp gleam flashed in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

The time had come!

The Great Forgetfulness Sutra!

The Void Realm Sovereign’s Heart Demon Invocation!

The Great Forgetfulness Sutra, long hidden and already set in motion, now reached its peak.

The Purple Daoist stood in the void, his eyes momentarily dazed: “I am not a Great Supreme?”

He had forgotten that he was a Great Supreme.

In that ten-thousandth of an instant, his aura plummeted.

Even his flawlessly formed innate divine ability showed a crack.

At that moment, the Void Realm Sovereign’s Heart Demon Invocation also began to take effect.

Heart demons sprouted wildly within the Purple Daoist’s mind.

In an instant, like the five Supremes before him, demonic spawn burst from his body.

His eyes cleared in a flash, filled with fear and fury, and he roared: “I am a Great Supreme!”

(End of this chapter)