Chapter 134: I Am a Player, I Am Unreasonable, Sweeping Through Everything!

Chapter 134: I Am a Player, I Am Unreasonable, I Push Through!

In the Vast Plain.

The Sovereign, wrapped in a white coat, her eyes deep and unfathomable, always concealing her thoughts.

At this moment, the last stronghold of the White Emperor Palace in the Vast Plain had shrunk into a tight knot.

Nearly ten thousand Sovereigns, plus over a hundred Great Sovereigns, surrounded the stronghold.

Now, with the entrance to the Ten Thousand Demon Gate open, Shang Yanran’s plan was more than half complete.

She gazed at the Great Sun Golden Lotus atop the stronghold, emitting a blazing white aura, greed flickering in her eyes.

“It… will be mine. No one can stop me!”

After scheming for so many years, she was finally, for the first time, this close to it!

The Great Sun Golden Lotus, the relic of the Great Sun Radiant Buddha’s nirvana—such a supreme treasure, now sullied, treated as a heartless lotus.

In her hands, this treasure could finally realize its most valuable purpose.

The Flowing Wind Realm, and the Ten Thousand Demon Realm she had corrupted, would become her true paradise.

And she, in turn, would ascend.

“Sovereign, when will we launch the final assault?” A Great Sovereign stood at her side, a puzzled look on his face.

The Sovereign had besieged them for twenty years without attacking; he could not fathom why she did so.

Now that the Ten Thousand Demon Gate was open, the priority should be to annihilate the remnants of the White Emperor Palace and bring the Flowing Wind Realm fully under control.

“We will begin the final assault once the Blood Lord is captured,” the Sovereign said, her own scheme in mind.

Bai Ze… that is, the Buddha.

Had fallen into endless cycles of reincarnation, long bereft of the mighty powers of old.

But… to have him firmly in her grasp was no easy feat.

What she excelled at was never cultivation nor Daoist arts, but the manipulation of hearts.

Thus, even the Buddha of old, far stronger than her, was still toyed with in the palm of her hand, reduced to a great demon.

And thus, the demonic calamity of this age was born.

“The Cat Demoness Great Sovereign… should be returning soon,” the human Great Sovereign said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

He would soon witness a great moment.

Yet, thinking of this, he hesitated: “What if the Blood Lord’s strength is too great, or he has allies, and the Cat Demoness Great Sovereign cannot capture him?”

“He is, at most, a Great Sovereign.

How many allies could he have?

Even if the Cat Demoness cannot capture him and he escapes, he will come here.

The canary… has always been here.”

As for the Blood Lord, Shang Yanran was also somewhat intrigued, though not as much as by Bai Ze.

On the Blood Lord, she had not sensed even a trace of… divine presence.

Thus, he was not worth worrying about.

No matter his talent, no matter how stunning, if he was not a god, he was merely… a plaything.

Even the Buddha, who was a god, was not toyed with in the palm of her hand?

As for the Blood Lord, he was merely an unexpected pawn.

“Bai Ze, do you still refuse to see me?” At that moment, a faint smile flickered in Shang Yanran’s eyes, and her voice, tinged with loneliness, drifted into the last stronghold of the White Emperor Palace.

She began her performance.

Bai Ze’s figure appeared at that moment.

He looked at Shang Yanran, compassion in his eyes: “Yanran, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back to the shore. Do not persist in your errors.”

“What error have I committed?” Shang Yanran’s face was full of sorrow. “I do this for the entire Flowing Wind Realm.

Do you wish to see the whole Flowing Wind Realm ravaged by demonic calamity, ultimately sinking into ruin?”

Bai Ze sighed helplessly: “Thus, the Southern Lands… were the best solution.”

Preventing cultivators from dying naturally would eliminate the demonic calamity.

It was a helpless choice, but there was no better alternative.

“Now… is there not a better way?” Shang Yanran looked at Bai Ze, a hint of fierceness in her eyes. “The reincarnated bodies of the Great Demon and the Demoness have been found. As long as…”

“Hmph, Shang Yanran, stop your seditious talk! Colluding with the Ten Thousand Demon Realm and bringing war—this is a grave crime!” Among the Northern Demon Thirteen Demons, a Sovereign spoke, fury in his eyes.

This former senior sister, now in such a state—how could he not be pained?

“My master’s kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain, but he concerns the life and death of this realm. We must prioritize the world’s people!

If my master falls, I will build a shrine for him and honor him night after night…”

Before Shang Yanran could finish, a terrified voice suddenly rang out.

A Great Sovereign, his face filled with utmost horror, flew toward Shang Yanran.

“Disaster! Disaster! They’re attacking!”

Shang Yanran’s eyes flickered with surprise at the news.

She glanced at Bai Ze and said slowly, “Husband, we must prioritize the world’s people!”

Long ago, the Buddha, for the sake of the world’s people, slew the demoness who sank with him—that was her.

Now, Shang Yanran was confident that Bai Ze would surely kill the Blood Lord for the world’s people.

In Bai Ze’s eyes, in the Buddha’s sight, there was never anything but the world’s people—where was there room for her, the demoness?

And where was there room for the Blood Lord, that great demon?

Shang Yanran’s figure dissipated, leaving the place.

At that moment, within the stronghold, Bai Ze’s eyes were deep, lost in thought.

The Northern Demon Thirteen Demon who had just cursed the Sovereign also looked puzzled: “Attacking? Could it be… the master has come?”

At this, he grew excited.

Reuniting with old friends was always a joyful thing in the world.

Ning Tao held a longsword, her black dress accentuating her graceful figure. Her face seemed lightly made up, the half-revealed visage already peerless in the mortal world.

The auras of greed, pride, and lust permeated the blade. In Ning Tao’s cold eyes, a trace of fear was hidden: “I want… to go out and meet him.”

She was afraid to see him like this.

“No. If you go out, the Sovereign will certainly not let you go!

If the master comes here and you are captured by the Sovereign… then…” Bai Ze trailed off.

Hearing this, Ning Tao gripped her sword tightly: “I’ll just take a look.”

She was not being willful; she just wanted to take a look.

...

Seated upon the throne, Qi Yuan's eyes held a hint of ease.

"It's still better to push through with an army. Grinding monsters alone is far too slow."

If he had to do it himself, how long would it take to clear out the entire Ten Thousand Demon Gate?

The sovereigns of this Ten Thousand Demon Realm were not like the old man in the Earthly Abyss, nor the sovereign of the Flowing Wind Realm, whose life and death could be decided with a single stroke of his innate divine ability.

Ten thousand demon sovereigns, to be honest, could easily overwhelm Qi Yuan.

"Reporting to the Blood Lord, the Song Character Battalion has cleared the forward stronghold, slaying thirty-seven enemies!" Liu Gaoda, commander of the Song Character Battalion, stood in a blood-soaked robe, a helpless expression on his face.

The stronghold assigned to him this time had far too few sovereigns.

In a single exchange, they were effortlessly slain.

"Not bad," Qi Yuan commented casually.

Though Liu Gaoda was a sovereign, he was willing to humble himself, and his relationship with Yuan Qi was good. The battalion's name, Song Character, was also tied to Yuan Qi's brother.

Qi Yuan thought of something and asked, "How much longer until we push into the Ten Thousand Zhang Plain?"

The army had been advancing steadily, slaying any enemy that resisted.

"About half an hour," Chen Huan replied, his expression stern.

In this great battle, he served as the grand marshal, coordinating all combat operations.

Commanding a hundred thousand troops, all sovereigns, he felt a surge of pride.

"In less than a day, we've nearly cleared the entire dungeon. This is the power of the masses," Qi Yuan mused.

Many hands make light work.

The more people, the better.

"Continue the advance. Slay all enemies in sight!"

The army pressed forward, and the game was nearing its end. Qi Yuan's heart was unusually calm.

...

"Who has broken in?" Shang Yanran's face was cold as she looked at the dozen or so panicked sovereigns in the hall.

"It's the Blood Lord. He led an army and wiped out my forward stronghold. They have too many people, all in red robes. If I hadn't been far away, I would have died there!" one sovereign said, his face filled with terror.

The other sovereigns quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's the Blood Lord's army?"

"The Blood Lord? An army?" Shang Yanran's face showed surprise. "How many of them are there?"

"A thousand sovereigns!" one sovereign quickly answered.

"No, it's three thousand!"

"It's five thousand!"

"You're all wrong, it's clearly ten thousand!"

"Stop your nonsense. How could the Flowing Wind Realm have that many sovereigns?"

The hall erupted in endless arguments.

Opinions varied on the size of the Blood Lord's army.

A flicker of surprise passed through Shang Yanran's eyes. "It seems the Blood Lord has unified the Flowing Wind Realm. He does have some strength.

Pity, with ten thousand demon sovereigns here, their actions are nothing but a suicide mission!"

The demon sovereigns present wore bright smiles on their faces.

"Let him take the outer strongholds. Once he reaches the Ten Thousand Zhang Plain, that will be his death!" Shang Yanran was utterly confident.

The world level of the Flowing Wind Realm was much smaller than that of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm.

In Shang Yanran's plan, after obtaining the Great Sun Golden Lotus, the first realm she would devour was the Flowing Wind Realm.

The Flowing Wind Realm would become her paradise.

"I will lead five thousand sovereigns and capture them!" a great demon sovereign declared, his face brimming with confidence.

Shang Yanran hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "That works. The Blood Lord himself must be taken alive. Great Sovereign Hongniu, I leave it to you."

Five thousand sovereigns would be enough to sweep through the Flowing Wind Realm.

The great demon sovereign nodded. "I will complete the task!"

Every sovereign in the Flowing Wind Realm was a treasure.

At that moment, he was rubbing his hands together, eager to capture the Blood Lord and make his mark.

"A thousand sovereigns can be slain in an instant! Men, assemble the army!" Great Sovereign Hongniu, bearing Shang Yanran's decree, prepared to march out and confront the Blood Lord.

"Great Sovereign Hongniu, hastily assembling five thousand sovereigns will likely take half a day," a sovereign replied.

After all, this was a clash of sovereign armies; it couldn't be done like ordinary sovereigns, shouting a command and charging in.

How could scattered sovereigns fight against a well-organized sovereign force?

"Half a day?" Great Sovereign Hongniu nodded. "I'll warm a cup of wine. Once I finish drinking, I'll go sweep the Flowing Wind Realm.

Staying here, besieging without attacking, is far too boring."

Great Sovereign Hongniu vanished, leaving the tasks to his subordinates.

Meanwhile, he gathered with a few familiar great sovereigns to drink together.

"In a few hours, Hongniu, you'll sweep the Flowing Wind Realm. If you earn the lord's favor, you might enter the true Ten Thousand Demon Gate. How enviable," a female demon great sovereign said, her eyes filled with admiration.

"That Blood Lord has some skill. He hasn't been caught yet. It's a bit early to speak of such things," Great Sovereign Hongniu said modestly.

"The sovereigns of the Flowing Wind Realm are nothing but chickens and dogs. Once you march your army, Hongniu, you'll surely slay them with ease!"

"Hey, how has our dog clan offended you?"

The great sovereigns present sipped their wine, utterly at ease.

"With five thousand sovereigns marching together, we will surely capture the Blood Lord!" Great Sovereign Hongniu, now a bit tipsy, was getting carried away.

"We've been drinking here for three days, and before the wine is finished, Great Sovereign Hongniu will likely return in triumph!" a sovereign said.

Great Sovereign Hongniu was brimming with pride. "If successful, this will become a tale for the ages."

But just then, suddenly, an immensely powerful aura spread through the air.

Abruptly, a chilling cry of "Kill!" pierced the heavens.

"Kill!"

Great Sovereign Hongniu was stunned. He hadn't even finished his jug of wine. What was happening? He immediately flew out of the palace.

There, a host of figures in blood-red robes stood in the void, charging toward them.

The number of those blood-red robes was exactly one thousand, and every single one was a sovereign.

"I haven't even come to capture you, and you dare to ambush me first? What audacity!"

“Sovereigns, hear my command! Form the formation!”

Great Sovereign Hongniu gave the order.

The sovereigns in the entire camp swiftly assembled into a magic formation.

Boom!

The thousand blood-robed sovereigns struck at once, and the sovereigns in the camp scrambled to meet them.

In an instant, dozens of bodies fell in death.

Great Sovereign Hongniu cared nothing for the fallen sovereigns: “A surprise attack—only the first wave is fierce. Once we form our battle array, we will trap you all here!”

He was brimming with confidence; today was the day to achieve glory.

The enemy dared to raid the camp—they were courting death!

Yet, as his words faded, another cry of “Kill!” rang out.

Behold, in the sky above, two more companies of blood-robed sovereigns appeared.

Each company numbered a thousand sovereigns.

Great Sovereign Hongniu’s face finally grew grave, but his heart remained utterly steady: “Three thousand sovereigns—is this all the foundation of the Flowing Wind Realm?”

He was unafraid!

“All sovereigns, form the battle array and slay the invaders!”

In the camp, five thousand sovereigns barely managed to form a battle array. Great Sovereign Hongniu’s eyes gleamed with pride: “Five thousand against three thousand—the advantage is mine. Surround and kill them!”

Beside him, the Great Sovereign of the Flowing Wind Realm’s northern lands sighed: “This should be the limit. I never thought the sovereigns amassed by the Flowing Wind Realm over ten thousand years would all fall here.”

He lamented.

Yet, at that moment, something none had anticipated occurred.

Behold, from the heavens came several more cries of “Kill!”

All looked up and saw five more blood-robed figures in the sky.

Clearly, five thousand sovereigns!

“What is this?” Great Sovereign Hongniu was dumbfounded.

How could there be more?

The Great Sovereign who had just sighed was also stunned.

Since when did the Flowing Wind Realm have so many sovereigns?

“I am Yang Hun, commander of the Blood Palace’s Vanguard Battalion!”

“By the Blood Lord’s decree, we slay the honored one!”

“Those who obstruct—kill!”

“Those who surrender—kill!”

Sovereign Yang Hun led these seven thousand sovereigns in a fierce assault on the camp.

With one strike, heaven and earth shattered.

“Five thousand against seven thousand—I still have six thousand sovereigns behind me. In this battle, the advantage is mine!” Great Sovereign Hongniu roared, unafraid of the Blood Palace’s many sovereigns.

This was also the thought of all the sovereigns on the field.

The enemy’s numbers had surprised them, but the advantage still lay entirely with them.

At that moment, a flicker of contempt appeared in Sovereign Yang Hun’s eyes: “It seems you still do not know what terror you are about to face!”

He anticipated seeing the shock and fear on these sovereigns’ faces as the great army bore down, crushing all resistance.

“Hmph, a paltry Flowing Wind Realm, opposing my Ten Thousand Demon Realm—a fool’s errand…”

Before Great Sovereign Hongniu could finish, a thunderous roar came from the heavens.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

The sound surged like an ocean, sweeping in from all directions.

Great Sovereign Hongniu looked up at the sky, his eyes wide.

Behold, in the heavens above.

One company!

Ten companies!

Thirty companies!

Seventy companies!

Blood-robed legions were flying toward them.

And their numbers kept growing.

In the sky, as far as the eye could see, there were dense masses of blood-robed figures.

The numbers continued to increase!

Seeing this, Great Sovereign Hongniu’s eyes nearly split, his gaze filled with sheer horror: “What is this?”

“How is this possible?”

All the sovereigns trembled in fear, unable to tear their eyes away from the blood-robed figures in the sky, gasping in shock!

One hundred thousand troops had finally arrived at the Ten Thousand Zhang Plain.

Red robes fluttered in the air; in the heavens, as far as the eye could see, all was red.

Even this land seemed to be dyed red!

One hundred thousand troops formed over a hundred battle arrays, and in every array were sovereigns.

Truly… unbelievable!

With such a terrifying formation, who could stand against it?

Who could possibly block it?

At that moment, among the hundred-thousand-sovereign army, the blood-robed figure on the throne rose. His gaze held the arrogance of one who looks down upon the world.

He swept his eyes over the tens of millions of demon-realm sovereigns on the Ten Thousand Zhang Plain, and his voice resounded across the land.

“With a hundred thousand sovereigns as my foot soldiers, what do you have to stop me?”

“A game’s final boss? Mere minnows!”

“Blood Palace, hear my command—kill!”

As Qi Yuan spoke, the hundred thousand sovereigns surged forward.

A red cloud pressed down upon the city; heaven and earth shattered!

One hundred thousand Paragons struck as one, truly shaking heaven and earth, enough to move even the gods.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

One hundred thousand Paragons, holding nothing back, unleashed countless Primal Divine Abilities upon those five thousand Paragons!

This was a one-sided battle!

This was a bloody slaughter!

Pity the five thousand Paragons—each a true standout—yet now they perished amid the Primal Divine Abilities of the hundred thousand.

Even in death, they knew not which Paragon's ability had slain them.

They died without ever seeing their enemy's face.

If an autopsy were possible, it would surely say: the victims' bodies were filled with Primal Divine Abilities.

"Those who offend my Blood Palace—kill!"

With soaring morale, the hundred thousand Paragons roared as one.

Primal Divine Abilities erupted together, shattering mountains and rivers.

"Those who block my Blood Palace—kill!"

Primal Divine Abilities struck again, sinking the earth.

"Enemies of the Blood Palace—kill!"

Primal Divine Abilities struck once more, more terrifying than a nuclear bombardment.

What remained of the terrain here?

One could say the hundred thousand Paragons were now attacking empty air.

The five thousand Paragons below had long since died… their bodies gone.

Everywhere were Primal Divine Abilities, everywhere the terrifying aura of greed, lust, and pride swept through.

This army of a hundred thousand swept through the place in an instant!

A hundred thousand against five thousand—this was utter domination!

No matter how gifted a Great Paragon might be, they would still die in this endless torrent of abilities!

This was the Blood Palace; this was the secret to Qi Yuan's trial!

Now, the hundred thousand Paragons, like Qi Yuan's own arms, followed his gaze and surged majestically into the depths of the Ten-Thousand-Zhang Plain.

There, the final five thousand Paragons awaited!

At the same time, within the White Emperor Palace stronghold.

Everyone was utterly stunned, or rather… shocked.

The scene before them had truly exceeded their imagination!

Or rather, they had never even dared to imagine it.

Ning Tao, gripping a blood-red longsword, pierced through the crimson mist with a single glance and saw the man she had longed for.

"He… my childhood sweetheart!"

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