Chapter 165: Regaining Control of the Heavenly Dao, Executing the Firing Squad

Chapter 165: Reclaiming the Heavenly Dao, Executing the Sentence

Within the Divine Flower Society Forum.

A post was being pushed to the top.

"Breaking News: Water Cloud Palace Plans to Strike Against Blood-Robe Alliance, Calling for Senior Blood-Robe Sword God!"

This post immediately drew the attention of many.

"What's going on? How dare Water Cloud Palace act? Didn't Senior Blood-Robe Sword God just annihilate the Radiant Palace?"

"Water Cloud Palace's background is indeed stronger than Radiant Palace's, but the gap in strength isn't huge. Where does Water Cloud Palace get the nerve?"

"Hmph, if the Blood-Robe Sword God makes a move, Water Cloud Palace will surely be destroyed!" Little Li from Fox Den quickly replied.

Yet the next moment, someone commented on her.

"Since Water Cloud Palace dares to act, they must have confidence and be well-prepared. I boldly guess that the Blood-Robe Sword God provoked the Venerable Ye Qiong some time ago. The Venerable Ye Qiong intends to move against the Blood-Robe Sword God, which is why Water Cloud Palace has such audacity!"

Hearing this, Little Li from Fox Den was startled inwardly, finding it plausible, and grew worried for the Blood-Robe Sword God. After all, he was the only great cultivator who had ever chatted with her.

"It can't be true, can it? Is the Blood-Robe Sword God alright?"

At this moment, more and more people were replying to the post.

"Alas, it seems the Venerable Ye Qiong has indeed made his move!"

"The Blood-Robe Sword God was somewhat unwise. He should have just destroyed the Radiant Palace and stopped. Why kill the Venerable Ye Qiong's people and provoke him? Offending a Yin Spirit brings retribution."

"I've long felt that the Blood-Robe Sword God would reap this bitter fruit. He was far too arrogant, lacking the humility to navigate the world. He deserves this."

"What a pity, a senior and great cultivator!"

"Hey, the outcome hasn't been decided yet. How do you know the Blood-Robe Sword God will lose?" Little Li from Fox Den, feeling indignant, directly confronted those who were pessimistic.

"Since the Venerable Ye Qiong chose to act, he must have ensured absolute certainty, winning with overwhelming force. The Blood-Robe Sword God is nothing but a jumped-up clown who suddenly gained powerful cultivation."

"Saying this about the Blood-Robe Sword God—aren't you afraid of retaliation if he sees it?"

"The Blood-Robe Sword God can't even save himself. Afraid of retaliation? Let him come if he dares!"

"This great demon, the Blood-Robe Sword God, is finally going to die. This is divine punishment. I'm delighted. I'll have an extra meal today!"

In the forum, some people appeared one after another, denouncing the Blood-Robe Sword God. During his peak, they were jealous and envious but dared not speak. The moment he was "suspected" to be in trouble, they all jumped out to pontificate. Moreover, since they weren't openly challenging him like the Blood-Robe Sword God himself, they had no fear of retaliation. After all, no one knew their identities.

Seeing this, Little Li from Fox Den's eyes reddened. "You're done for. I'm going to record your words and send them to the Blood-Robe Sword God!"

She took out a memory stone and recorded all the slanderous remarks in the forum, including the IDs. At this moment, she was like a devoted fan of the Blood-Robe Sword God, patrolling the entire forum, recording every instance of defamation. Unfortunately, she was alone; otherwise, with a larger scale, she could have controlled the commentary like the fans of celebrities on Blue Star.

...

The mountains stood tall and majestic.

Venerable Cloud Gatherer, clad in a white robe, appeared like an immortal being.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a curious expression on his face.

"Old friend, what brings you here?"

Before Venerable Cloud Gatherer appeared an old man with white hair. The old man exuded a thick aura of decrepitude.

Venerable Cloud Gatherer looked at the old man, his thoughts complex. This old friend had known him for a long time. His talent was even greater than Cloud Gatherer's own. However, a thousand years ago, in order to capture a strand of Heavenly Pulse Qi for his granddaughter to help her achieve a Heavenly Dao Foundation, he had inadvertently touched a trace of the Great Calamity's aura. His cultivation could no longer advance, and his lifespan was constantly shrinking. In just a thousand years, he had already entered his twilight years, like a candle flickering in the wind. It was likely that within another thousand years, a Yin Spirit would fall because of this. All Yin Spirits feared the Great Calamity.

The injury of this white-haired Yin Spirit was known only to a few old friends; no one else knew, not even his granddaughter, who had achieved a Heavenly Dao Foundation.

"It's all because of my granddaughter. She insisted I come to ask about the Blood-Robe Sword God. What, has Venerable Ye Qiong truly made a move against him?" the white-haired old man asked.

Venerable Cloud Gatherer sighed. "I cannot disclose this matter."

He had just sworn an oath in the Heavenly Earth Cave and could not break it. He looked at the white-haired old man and added, "Even if you go, it won't change the outcome."

"Is that so? Alas... ever since I was wounded by the Great Calamity, I've become useless, unable to fulfill even a small request from my granddaughter," the old man lamented, understanding in his heart that Venerable Ye Qiong had indeed acted against the Blood-Robe Sword God, likely already in motion. "Cloud Gatherer, please do me this one favor. I cannot help the Blood-Robe Sword God, but his Blood-Robe Alliance must be protected."

Hearing this, Venerable Cloud Gatherer smiled lightly. "You truly dote on your granddaughter. This is a trivial matter. I will have someone write a letter and send it to Water Cloud Palace to stop the conflict."

"Thank you, old friend," the white-haired old man sighed.

"Ice Soul, your injury..." Venerable Cloud Gatherer looked at the old man, shrouded in the aura of death, his thoughts swirling.

"I have already sought an audience with a Great Venerable, but even that Great Venerable could do nothing." Venerable Ice Soul's face was full of desolation. "Now I am on my last legs. I only hope that my granddaughter can step into the Yin Spirit realm before I depart."

"The Yin Spirit realm—how difficult it is," Venerable Cloud Gatherer said regretfully. "Especially with the Great Calamity approaching, breaking through is even harder than before."

Venerable Ice Soul remained silent.

Nowadays, in the Canglan Realm, to become a Yin Spirit, one must journey to the Outer Heavens and transform one's spiritual power into divine spiritual power. In the Outer Heavens, there were endless seas of lightning. Without a protector, his granddaughter's foundation was insufficient, and she could never break through to the Yin Spirit realm. But with the Great Calamity approaching, all Yin Spirits could barely protect themselves. Who would be willing to waste their divine spiritual power to go to the Outer Heavens and act as a protector?

That kind of depletion was even greater than the loss from a battle between venerables of the same rank; without a hundred years, recovery was unthinkable.

“Ice Soul, you once saved my life. If you… leave, I will look after your granddaughter a little.” Yun Ju Venerable spoke.

A gentle smile appeared on Ice Soul Venerable’s face: “Thank you, old friend.”

……

Snowflakes drifted down.

Qi Yuan reached out and caught a snowflake.

Great Wisdom True Lord stood nearby, gazing at the heavy snow: “I have heard someone say that no two snowflakes in the world are exactly alike.

Snowflakes are like people… there are no two identical persons in the world either.”

“Then why don’t snowflakes speak human language?” Qi Yuan asked.

Great Wisdom True Lord looked at the snowflake: “Perhaps because it has no mouth.”

“Really?”

“Probably.” Great Wisdom True Lord said uncertainly.

And at that moment, the snow fell heavier and heavier.

The aura around Qi Yuan was silently undergoing a change.

Yet no one could see this transformation, not even the white-robed woman who was a Yin God.

Only Qi Jianjun stared at Qi Yuan with a strange expression.

Drawing near to Qi Yuan, she felt the divine spiritual power within her body continuously rising, and the speed of opening divine apertures also quickened.

After an unknown time, Qi Yuan held a snowflake.

He looked at it and softly said, “Grow a mouth.”

And lo, on that petal of snow, a tiny, barely perceptible mouth indeed appeared.

“Now the snowflake has a mouth—shouldn’t it be able to speak human language?”

“Little Snow, speak!”

Not far away, Jiang Ya saw this and wanted to cover her stomach with laughter.

This Blood-Robed Sword God had turned a snowflake into having a mouth—could it really speak now?

She naturally did not know that Qi Yuan was not using sorcery to make the snowflake grow a mouth.

He was using the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Just moments ago, he had fully grasped the Heavenly Dao of Wangyue Continent.

Now, he was terrifyingly powerful.

He looked at the snowflake with a curious expression.

Even though he had used the power of the Heavenly Dao to make it grow a mouth and commanded it to speak, the snowflake remained as silent as before.

Great Wisdom True Lord spoke: “Perhaps it has no brain and does not know how to speak.”

“Brain?” Qi Yuan pondered.

A miniature pig’s brain appeared inside the snowflake, looking extraordinarily peculiar.

Seeing this, Jiang Ya was utterly resigned: “Creating life out of nothing—even a Great Venerable cannot do that.”

“Is that so?” Qi Yuan was somewhat disappointed.

He had originally thought that by becoming the Heavenly Dao of this realm, the world would belong entirely to him.

He would be like a game creator, able to delete files at will, create game characters, and restore saves.

But… no.

He could only alter Wangyue Continent within certain rules.

It was as if even he, the Heavenly Dao, had a heaven above him that governed him.

Just then, the white-robed woman hurried over: “Great Priest, the Mara army is gathering ever larger; I fear in another three months, they will be at the city gates.

The Yin Gods of the Mara clan will also strike then!

I beg the Great Priest to prepare early and activate the teleportation formation!”

At these words, the expressions of those present shifted slightly.

The Mara clan’s army was finally coming.

Those Yin Gods were finally about to arrive.

The time left for them was short—only three months remained.

“Three months?” Qi Yuan was surprised.

The white-robed woman glanced at Qi Yuan, knowing that the Great Priest heeded the Blood-Robed Sword God’s words: “Yes, we have only three months left.”

“Three months is too long; these people are too slow—no wonder they can’t accomplish great things,” Qi Yuan remarked.

This Mara clan clearly was not one to do great deeds.

He recalled how, back when he had just provoked a minor shrimp from the Bright Palace, he immediately devised the “Plan to Destroy the Bright Palace in a Hundred Days.”

But these Mara clan Yin Gods were terribly sluggish.

At Qi Yuan’s words, the white-robed woman was at a loss. She had worried the time was too short, yet the Blood-Robed Sword God… directly said the enemy was too slow.

Was he tired of living?

Qi Yuan paid no heed. He took Qi Jianjun’s little hand and swept a glance at Great Wisdom True Lord behind him: “Since the enemy comes slowly, then I will go to the enemy.

Assemble the music band. Today, I will take you to feast again.”

A joyful expression appeared on Qi Jianjun’s small face: “Father is going to strike at the Mara clan?”

“Mm, it’s time to pour these fertilizers into the garden,” Qi Yuan said seriously.

Killing a certain number of Yin Gods might unlock an icon in his game.

And now that he had become the Heavenly Dao of Wangyue Continent, it was time to deal with these enemies.

This time, no eating soft rice.

“Sir, are you planning to strike at the Mara clan’s Yin Gods?” The white-robed woman looked anxious, as if she had heard something earth-shattering.

“Mm.”

“If you go, you will face at least four Yin Gods.

If you are not certain, it is best not to go—especially… the Great Priest must not go!” the white-robed woman said.

If the Great Priest died there, the Moon Dynasty would be utterly finished.

The teleportation formation could not be activated.

She would not be able to leave either.

“I trust Father. I want to go.” Qi Jianjun’s voice was indisputable.

The woman in white saw this and knew she could not dissuade him.

In her heart, she was filled with resentment toward the Blood-Robed Sword God.

Is this how you act as a father?

He completely disregarded his daughter's safety.

"Since the High Priest insists on going, I will go too." The woman in white gritted her teeth, choosing to risk it all.

"You are neither a member of my music troupe nor my daughter—why would you follow?" Qi Yuan looked at her with a strange expression. "Don't tell me you want to be a shrimp-head woman?"

The woman in white was left speechless.

Just a few days ago, she was called "Big Shot," and now she was being called... a shrimp-head woman?

She felt helpless.

"If you want to go, you may, but you must join my music troupe and play the suona.

Otherwise, no discussion." Qi Yuan spoke, too lazy to bring along extra people.

The woman in white's expression flickered.

When had she ever endured such... humiliation?

But thinking that the other party had two yin-god wives and a yin-god daughter, she knew she had to bear it.

She was baffled—did the celestial maidens up in heaven all fall for this domineering, neurotic style?

"Fine!" The woman in white gritted her teeth and agreed.

Qi Yuan beamed with joy: "Perfect!"

He had finally tricked a yin god into playing the suona for him.

His status and prestige had just taken a huge leap.

"Is everyone here?" After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Qi Yuan scanned the members of his music troupe behind him.

He was surprised to find that this time, Jiang Ya was holding a musical instrument in her hand.

He took Qi Jianjun's little hand and said, "I told you to play the suona, not the trumpet!"

Jiang Ya was taken aback, then pulled a suona from her storage pouch: "Wrong one."

"Since everyone's here, let's go."

Qi Yuan waved his hand.

Instantly, everyone was enveloped by the rules of heaven and earth.

They felt as if their very lives were no longer under their control.

The woman in white's eyes widened, disbelief flooding her face.

Just now, when the Blood-Robed Sword God waved his hand, she had no power to resist, just like those ordinary cultivators.

Her heart trembled.

She was a yin god, a deity with divine power.

Yet with a casual wave of the Blood-Robed Sword God's hand, she felt herself become like a child, stripped of all cultivation.

What... kind of technique was this?

A terrifying guess formed in her mind, but she dared not confirm it.

...

In the valley.

Mara clouds gathered.

Several terrifying figures convened.

Perhaps because there were too many yin gods,

the rules of heaven and earth in the entire valley seemed unstable.

A childish voice rang out: "Venerable Mochen, in this cooperation, that Heaven-Treading Two-Step cultivator, my companion and I cannot handle. We can only help you capture the Blood-Robed Sword God alive and stop the formation from operating."

The Companion Venerable stood beside the Ye Qiong Venerable, a seductive look in her eyes as she gazed at the towering purple figure ahead.

That terrifying figure was Venerable Mochen, a peak Heaven-Treading Two-Step cultivator, only a step away from Heaven-Treading Three-Step.

Such a powerhouse, even in the Canglan Realm, was a supreme expert.

"To dare kill my brother—that Heaven-Treading Two-Step will die without a doubt. You need not lift a finger!" Venerable Mochen's voice was deep, brimming with fierce confidence. "Today, even if the Moon Goddess herself descends, they cannot be saved!"

The latter half was, of course, bravado.

Venerable Mochen served the Black Demon Abyss faction.

With his strength, he was but a nobody in that faction; he had never even met the Black Demon Lord.

"I heard that Blood-Robed Sword God once provoked Venerable Ye Qiong in the Canglan Realm?" A Mara yin god spoke, a mocking glint in his eyes. "How does it feel to be humiliated by a Purple Mansion cultivator?"

Venerable Ye Qiong's expression remained unchanged, his voice childish: "A cultivator who relies on women is beneath mention."

"I rather hope some great lord takes a fancy to me," Venerable Mochen said, a smile on his face.

But just then, suddenly, a desolate, mournful sound of instruments rang out.

The expressions of the six yin gods present all shifted.

"This is..." Venerable Ye Qiong's face changed slightly.

He had heard of the Blood-Robed Sword God's deeds.

When the suona sounded, it was time for the Blood-Robed Sword God to unleash slaughter.

But why was there the sound of a suona here?

An ominous premonition crept into his heart.

All the yin gods on the scene were greatly shaken.

Endless divine power roiled, as if trying to tear apart the entire mountain range to find the source of the sound.

"Who is it? Skulking in the shadows!" Venerable Mochen bellowed.

They could not locate the source of the sound at all.

"Did your mothers never teach you not to speak ill of others behind their backs?"

A voice rang out abruptly in the valley.

"Oh, I forgot—you have no mothers. They died long ago."

The moment he said this, Qi Yuan regretted it and wanted to slap himself.

With Qi Yuan's voice, a group of over fifty people suddenly appeared before the six venerables.

At the forefront was none other than Qi Yuan in his blood-red robe.

His gaze fell on Venerable Ye Qiong and the Companion Venerable, a look of surprise on his face: "Eh, there are humans here too?"

Venerable Ye Qiong frowned deeply: "Blood-Robed Sword God, you are actually a yin god as well!"

Now the Blood-Robe Sword God had appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a band of musicians.

It was truly suspicious.

Of course, he was undoubtedly a Yin God as well.

For some unknown reason, a foreboding arose in his heart.

The Venerable Mo Chen was also perplexed.

Facing their six Yin Gods, the enemy did not flee but instead took the initiative to attack.

Was this suicide?

Only two reasons could explain it.

First, the opponent had a problem with his head.

Second, the opponent had a hidden card.

The Venerable Mo Chen scanned his surroundings, always wary of the appearance of that Step-Two Heaven-Treading powerhouse.

He looked at Qi Yuan, filled with extreme caution, yet still said, "Since you're all here, we might as well wipe you out in one fell swoop!

Venerable Ye Qiong, Venerable You Qing, as agreed, the Blood-Robe Sword God is left to you two."

Venerable Ye Qiong and Venerable You Qing's brows twitched.

That was the previous agreement—the Blood-Robe Sword God was at the Purple Mansion realm, but now it seemed... the person before them was definitely not at the Purple Mansion.

They wanted to retort.

Who would have thought Qi Yuan directly spoke: "No wonder you lot are so useless, killing people in such a dawdling manner.

Today I'll teach you how people are killed!

Oh, and don't be moved, nor fall in love with me because of this."

At that moment, Qi Yuan extended his finger.

He pointed at the six Yin Gods before him and said softly, "God says, you gathered behind others' backs to speak ill of them—you are guilty."

With Qi Yuan's voice, the heavens and earth in this place instantly transformed.

Endless rules of the earth directly assailed those six Yin Gods.

The six Yin God Venerables' faces changed drastically; they felt that the Heavenly Dao of this realm seemed to have awakened, suppressing them with the power of an entire world—their divine apertures were blocked, and their divine spiritual power could not circulate at all.

Venerable Mo Chen's eyes showed terror: "This is a Divine Domain! You are a Great Venerable!"

Such a scene undoubtedly indicated a Great Venerable.

Only a Great Venerable could condense a Divine Domain and easily suppress ordinary Venerables.

The Venerable Ye Qiong present also showed a panicked expression.

How could it be? How could it be a Great Venerable!

How could the Blood-Robe Sword God be a Great Venerable!

The white-robed woman playing the suona also widened her eyes; the scene before her exceeded their expectations.

Qi Yuan paid no heed to these six, but slowly said, "God says, speaking ill of others behind their backs is a heinous crime, punishable by death.

He has already sent someone to your residence to carry out execution by shooting, effective immediately."

Qi Yuan snapped his fingers, but unfortunately, for some reason, it made no sound.

Somewhat embarrassed, he had to provide the sound effect himself.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

As if a series of six gunshots rang out, the six Yin Gods had no power to resist and were directly executed by Qi Yuan.

The immensely powerful Yin Gods died... stifled... too simply, without even raising a ripple.

The suona music continued.

Qi Yuan looked at the crowd behind him and said earnestly, "Never speak ill of others behind their backs, or you'll be executed by shooting. I once received such a text message, and I was scared to death."

The entire audience was utterly stunned.

(End of chapter)