Chapter 132: The Eve

Chapter 132: The Eve

Within the Divine Flower Four Sovereigns group.

"Let me share some good news: my 'Plan to Overthrow the Radiant Palace in a Hundred Days' is ahead of schedule.

Now I've already begun the fourth step—a highly challenging one!"

Qi Yuan's plan was meticulous, divided into four steps, with the final and most difficult step rated at four stars in difficulty.

"Origin Heavenly Sovereign, are you about to form your Golden Core?" Rogue Immortal Sovereign quickly replied.

"You're still here? Didn't you say last time you were going into seclusion for a hundred days?" Qi Yuan asked.

"As I was secluded... the jade slip lit up, and I clicked in," Rogue Immortal Sovereign said awkwardly.

"You're addicted; you need electroshock therapy," Qi Yuan said, then steered the topic back. "I've already stepped into the late stage of Foundation Establishment, just one step away from forming an Immortal-grade Golden Core!"

Qi Yuan was brimming with confidence.

He had already greased the wheels with the Heavenly Dao of the Flowing Wind Realm.

An Immortal-grade Golden Core was well within reach.

"If I recall correctly, Origin Heavenly Sovereign, you only achieved Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment not long ago?" Rogue Immortal Sovereign asked weakly.

"Just two or three months. Ah, time flies, and life is unpredictable!" Qi Yuan sighed with a strange melancholy.

Great Sun Blaze Sovereign also entered the group: "Wow, truly the prodigy this lord had his eye on. Origin Heavenly Sovereign is too fierce."

"Any progress on overthrowing the Radiant Palace?" Ice Mountain Dominatrix began to speak, firing off several messages.

"I've found a few sisters and borrowed several million spirit stones in high-interest loans from the Radiant Palace. Origin Heavenly Sovereign, you need to step it up!"

"Rest assured, I won't let your trust down!" Qi Yuan was moved. "I've devised some small plans targeting the Radiant Palace and need your support!"

"What do you need me to do?"

"Kill someone? I'm best at that!"

"I... can only offer one spirit stone."

"No need for such trouble. I've registered a secondary account and am listing the Radiant Palace's crimes. I need you to help me boost the thread."

Qi Yuan told them about the post he had made and his ideas.

Upon hearing this, Ice Mountain Dominatrix's eyes lit up in the real world.

She sent several messages in a row.

"A genius! Origin Heavenly Sovereign is truly a genius!"

"This title is absolutely brilliant!"

"A Sword God, yet his daughter lives in a doghouse? This Radiant Palace is utterly outrageous!"

"Ahem, actually, I copied these ideas from someone else," Qi Yuan said, a bit guilty.

Last time, when he plagiarized Wu Tong's words, he had directly killed Wu Tong.

No one would know he plagiarized; Wu Tong, the original creator, couldn't crawl out of hell.

The people on Blue Star were still alive—he hadn't killed them all. If he falsely claimed originality and was exposed, it would be too awkward.

Unless he devoured Blue Star, only then could he feel at ease claiming it as his own.

"Don't worry, Origin Heavenly Sovereign, I'll boost your thread every day!"

"Thank you all!" Qi Yuan felt grateful.

He exited the group chat and continued posting on his secondary account.

...

At a branch of the Radiant Palace.

Wind Fury True Lord's eyes held a trace of anger: "Still no response from Great Shang?"

His disciple, Po Lang, had fallen in Great Shang among the Hundred Kingdoms.

The envoy sent to Great Shang had also gone silent.

"Wind Fury True Lord, calm your anger," Strong Flood True Lord advised.

Though both were at the late Divine Infant stage, Strong Flood True Lord had to defer slightly to Wind Fury True Lord.

Because Wind Fury True Lord's father was a Purple Mansion Grand Cultivator!

With Yin Spirits absent, in the Canglan Realm, Purple Mansion was already considered a grand power!

"Hmph, my disciple died inexplicably in Great Shang. What, can't I even demand an explanation?" Wind Fury True Lord said discontentedly.

Strong Flood True Lord was displeased but still flattered: "The Radiant Palace seems a bit unsettled lately. The Palace Master has ordered us to lie low for now."

"Oh, what's happened?" Wind Fury True Lord was unaware of this.

"These past few days, many Purple Mansion Grand Cultivators have come to the Radiant Palace to borrow money. It's said... millions of spirit stones have been lent out." Strong Flood True Lord was inwardly shaken at the mention.

Purple Mansion Grand Cultivators, forming groups to borrow spirit stones.

This clearly boded ill.

"Could it be that our Radiant Palace's initiation of the Hundred Kingdoms Blood War has displeased some old-timers?

But clearly, the Hundred Kingdoms Blood War was tacitly approved by those great figures!"

The Hundred Kingdoms Blood War would bring endless slaughter and billions of deaths.

Such a major event, the Radiant Palace naturally couldn't just act on its own.

If some displeased great figure decided to wipe them out, they'd have no one to complain to.

With prior notification, it was different.

At least the nearby great figures wouldn't interfere.

"The palace is investigating. We must be cautious. Also, today in the Divine Flower Society, someone is accusing our Radiant Palace.

That person's alias looks quite formidable." Strong Flood True Lord waved his hand, and a series of images appeared before Wind Fury True Lord.

"Sword God? His daughter living in a doghouse?" Wind Fury True Lord's eyes widened. "Who did this? This is even more... absurd than me!"

Killing only goes so far as to take a head.

Wind Fury True Lord usually just killed directly, rarely humiliating.

Now, a fellow cultivator in the Radiant Palace had forced another cultivator's daughter to live in a doghouse—truly a bit... excessive.

"The palace is investigating whether this actually happened or if it's slander." Strong Flood True Lord sighed. "A storm is brewing!"

The string of recent events made them feel as if an invisible hand was targeting the Radiant Palace.

Yet after investigation, the Radiant Palace could not find which influential grand power was behind it.

Would such a grand power need to resort to these methods?

Wind Fury True Lord's eyes showed some wariness, but he still said: "Great Shang is but a small kingdom. Even if I act, it won't affect this matter.

Wait a few more days until the palace's investigation results come out, then I'll go to Great Shang!"

Lord Qianghong nodded and asked, "Lord Fengnu, in your opinion, which of our peers would have bullied the Blood-Robed Sword God and made his daughter live in a dog kennel?"

Lord Fengnu pondered, "It should be Lord Wukong, or else Lord Fangyuan. They are the prime suspects."

"Indeed, only they would do such a thing!"

Yes, that was the Bright Light Palace for you.

When Qi Yuan posted to smear them, most of them thought, "Which fellow cultivator did this?"

...

"Alright, finally done."

Qi Yuan looked at his handiwork, satisfied.

He had posted seven threads in a row.

"Too bad there's no scheduled posting feature; otherwise, I could go play games while the posts kept coming."

Qi Yuan sighed.

If he had a thread-bumping tool, he could even bump his own posts when he wasn't around.

"Now, with hatred maxed out, I just wait to form my Golden Core and, in one fell swoop, destroy the Bright Light Palace!" Qi Yuan was brimming with confidence, believing that once he formed his Golden Core, he would become the top disciple of every peak in the Divine Radiance Sect.

"Kang Fulu hasn't been secretly forming his Golden Core behind my back, has he?"

Qi Yuan mused.

Just then, Jiang Lingsu's voice came from outside the wooden hut.

"Senior Brother."

Hearing this, Qi Yuan quickly stepped out.

"Junior Sister, what's wrong?" For his golden-thigh junior sister, Qi Yuan now had boundless respect.

As long as the junior sister had money, she was the god of gods in Qi Yuan's heart.

"In a few days, an... older sister of mine is coming to the Divine Radiance Sect to find me." Jiang Lingsu spoke hesitantly.

"Oh, a family member?" Qi Yuan's eyes lit up.

If the rich woman had a sister, wouldn't she be a rich woman too?

"Sort of. That older sister will probably stay on our Seven Colors Peak for a while. Is that alright?" Jiang Lingsu asked.

Since the master was unreachable, everything on Seven Colors Peak was decided by the senior brother.

"Of course, no problem at all!" Qi Yuan raised both hands in agreement.

A rich woman!

Staying together, absorbing some fortune, that wouldn't be bad either.

Having another rich woman around gave his knife more options for scavenging leftovers.

"Oh, Senior Brother, that older sister of mine might quarrel with me when she comes..."

"What?" Qi Yuan was stunned. "Junior Sister, rest assured, I'm on your side.

Even if she's a rich woman, if you two fight, I'll definitely take my knife and slash her!"

Hearing this, Jiang Lingsu felt a warmth in her heart. Though the senior brother was a bit mad, he was quite kind.

"By the way, how rich is she? A billionaire?" Qi Yuan asked, his tone weakening, as if he wouldn't dare provoke her if she were.

Jiang Lingsu looked at him with disappointment, the warmth vanishing entirely. She huffed, "...She's not as rich as me."

"Then rest assured, I'll be your enforcer from now on!" Qi Yuan thumped his chest. "Qi Yuan for hire, worth having!"

"She's no ordinary person—she's ranked fifteenth on the Eastern Land Prodigy Ranking!" Jiang Lingsu said proudly.

The senior brother's combat prowess was impressive; as a Qi Refining cultivator, he had ambushed and killed a Foundation Establishment Perfect and a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, showing great promise. He could be considered a prodigy.

Once he stepped into Foundation Establishment, he could make the top five hundred, or even the top hundred, of the Eastern Land Prodigy Ranking.

But her older sister was ranked fifteenth on that very list!

Barring major mishaps, she was almost certain to become a Purple Mansion Great Power!

"Is she a Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment?" Qi Yuan asked, a little intimidated.

"...No."

"Then I'm not afraid of her. With my Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, I'll crush her outright!"

Qi Yuan was brimming with confidence. After chatting with Jiang Lingsu for a while, he returned to his wooden hut.

"All set. Log in, play the game, take down the boss!"

...

In No Return City, the sand beneath the ground caved in. Qi Yuan, in his blood-red robe, emerged from the earth with Little Jia in his arms. A flicker of depth passed through his eyes.

"Finally, it's almost over."

Qi Yuan felt a pang of melancholy.

He looked up at the pitch-black sky, devoid of stars, sun, or moon. "This world is indeed quite lonely."

A bloody aura spread.

After about a dozen breaths.

Several powerful auras rushed toward him.

"Big Brother, you're back?"

"Greetings, Blood Lord!"

Qi Yuan looked at the few Supremes before him and brushed the dust off his robes. "How did things go?"

He was asking about the number of Peak Land Myths.

"Big Brother, No Return City has gathered seventy thousand... Peak Land Myths!" Chen Huan said, his teeth chattering.

Qi Yuan was stunned. "By ancient reckoning, that's nearly two hundred thousand troops?"

There were so many Land Myths in this world!

"Quite a few Land Myth Mid-stage cultivators have recklessly broken through to Peak Land Myth in recent days, sacrificing their lifespans just to hear you preach, Big Brother. That's why the numbers swelled so much!"

The temptation of becoming a Supreme was almost irresistible to everyone.

Those below Supreme were mere ants—that wasn't just talk. As long as one had a primal divine ability, a Supreme could kill a Land Myth as easily as killing a chicken.

"Are all the people gathered?" Qi Yuan asked.

"Yes!" Chen Huan replied.

"Then, in ten days, I will begin the sermon."

Qi Yuan said this, sighing inwardly.

This was a hundred thousand Supremes.

If turned into experience points, unimaginable!

In No-Return City, the Blood Lord reappeared; this news spread, and the world boiled.

Because those peak Land Myths understood that this was their chance to step into Supreme.

And at this moment, deep in No-Return City, Yun He sipped wine, his eyes relaxed and casual: "If the Blood Lord had been born a thousand years earlier, the world would be at peace, and my master wouldn't have to struggle so hard."

He drank wine, never having felt so relaxed as now.

When the sky falls, there are tall ones to hold it up—truly satisfying.

Ten days later, atop No-Return City.

Qi Yuan stood on the city wall, a blood-red robe making him exceptionally vivid.

Outside No-Return City, seventy thousand peak Land Myths stood like soldiers.

In the Canglan Realm, these would be seventy thousand peak Divine Infants.

Each one comparable to Qi Yuan's former great enemy, the Black Chicken Old Demon.

And at this moment, in Qi Yuan's eyes, these people—he only needed to move a finger to slaughter them all.

"Today, seventy thousand peak Land Myths will step into Supreme—I wonder if this is a good thing or a bad thing."

Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

When the game ends, he too will leave.

These seventy thousand peak Land Myths will become Supremes.

Plus the previous thirty thousand Supremes.

That makes a hundred thousand Supremes, as if they cost nothing.

So many Supremes indeed affected the landscape of the Liufeng Realm.

Once Qi Yuan's game ends, what will become of these Supremes? He does not know.

Moreover, these Supremes are not the Purple Mansion of the Canglan Realm.

Within their bodies, there are Demon Spawns!

After they die of old age, Demon Spawns will appear!

Supreme-level Demon Spawns—the thought is terrifying.

I'm afraid what he achieves is not over a hundred thousand Supremes, but Demon Spawns!

This world...

Qi Yuan thought no more; he looked at those hundreds of thousands of people, his expression ethereal, like a god above the clouds.

"The sermon... begins..."

This sermon was more grand and larger in scale than any before.

The Blood Lord stood on the wall of No-Return City; celestial sounds came from the sky, reaching the soul.

Unlike before, this time, suddenly, blood rain fell from the heavens.

As if it were the tears of the sky, the blood of the sky.

Seventy thousand Land Myths, drenched in blood rain, but not one noticed the rain; they were fully immersed in the Human-Demon Path.

However, the other experts of No-Return City, at this moment looking at the Blood Lord, felt he was like a blood-red great sun.

In a world abandoned by gods, where sun, moon, and stars no longer exist, it seemed a blood-red great sun had appeared.

At last, light entered this world, even if that light was blood-red.

...

Time passed; at the edge of the world, a Blood Palace appeared.

Ninety-nine percent of the Supremes of the entire Liufeng Realm now gathered at the edge of the world, seemingly waiting for the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons to open.

Everyone was excited, yet also restraining themselves.

Amid Yun He's excitement, there was also a trace of worry: "I hope my master can hold on until the Blood Lord arrives."

The time for the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons to open drew nearer, and the Blood Lord's appearances grew fewer.

The entire Blood Palace had an eerie silence.

Qi Yuan held Xiao Jia, a strange expression on his face: "The Great Forgetfulness Sutra... is only one step away from inscription."

Now, Qi Yuan's Great Forgetfulness Sutra was actually sufficient for inscription.

But he could not bring himself to do it.

If he inscribed it on his own soul or body, he feared he would truly go mad.

"Does that mean I can only stay at the subtle level with the Great Forgetfulness Sutra and never inscribe it?"

Qi Yuan was very frustrated.

A Great Supreme who inscribes a primal divine ability is clearly on a different level from a mid-stage Supreme at the subtle level.

Unfortunately, he would not inscribe it now.

If he did, he would truly forget, in a way that could not be awakened.

"But this is my path; I must walk it even with tears."

Qi Yuan sighed.

He simply stopped thinking about it.

The cart will find its way around the mountain.

Perhaps a solution will always be found.

...

Meanwhile, inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

He Wu was shrouded in darkness, his eyes full of worry: "In a few days, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will open; it will be very difficult for us to receive our master."

Ling Yayi looked at the stronghold ahead, sensing its aura, and his eyes also showed deep fear: "Over twenty Great Supremes, over a hundred ordinary Supremes—the Lord Sovereign has truly made a grand move!"

The Lord Sovereign's main base had now completely surrounded the White Emperor.

And at the entrance of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, the Lord Sovereign had also dispatched many experts.

Moreover, to counter the Blood Lord, of the over twenty Great Supremes dispatched, ten were from the Ten Thousand Demons Realm, and all the over a hundred ordinary Supremes were demons of the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

Thus, they would not be restrained by the Blood Lord's primal divine ability.

"There are only five of us; we are no match for these Supremes," He Wu worried.

The gap between the two sides was too great.

Unfortunately, the five of them had only managed to come out after thorough preparation.

Throughout the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, everywhere were the Lord Sovereign's people.

"What do you think of our master's strength? Can he defeat these people?" Ling Yayi asked.

They came here for no other purpose than to rendezvous with the Blood Lord.

“Probably not,” He Wu said in a low voice.

In years past, the Blood Lord’s sword had inscribed the primal divine ability.

Evidently, their revered master had been gravely wounded within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, only recently awakening and just now stepping into the realm of Great Sovereign.

Although the master’s primal divine ability could counter the Sovereigns of the Flowing Wind Realm, the enchantress’s subordinates were mostly Sovereigns from the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

With twenty Great Sovereigns arrayed together, the current Blood Lord stood no chance whatsoever.

Ling Yayi frowned, then suddenly spoke: “What if, when the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons opens wide, I fly straight toward those Great Sovereigns, detonate my primal divine ability, and roar, ‘My name is Ling Yayi!’

Would the master then forget my name, Nangong Big Dog, and remember only that I am called Ling Yayi?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. If you go and self-destruct, you’ll only be throwing your life away. For the master to cross over, he must face those powerful beings directly.” He Wu understood that Ling Yayi intended to trade his own death for the master’s chance to enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

“Alas, am I not also seeking a way out?” Ling Yayi shrugged.

“Rather than trust your self-destruction to draw the Sovereigns’ attention, I’d rather believe that the master can fight his way in,” a cultivator at the mid-Sovereign stage could not help but say.

He was also one of the Thirteen Demons of the Northern Demon.

He Wu nodded in agreement.

Ling Yayi looked at the two of them with displeasure: “It must be because you two have the character ‘demon’ carved on your faces. Right now, I find you both extremely irritating.”

(End of this chapter)