Chapter 367: Once You Have Seen the Lord of the East, You Will Understand

Chapter 367: Once You Have Seen the Eastern Lord, You Will Understand

Within the Eastern Alliance, Qi Yuan’s figure descended.

Immediately, several titled martial lords approached.

“It is the Eastern Alliance’s honor to have you join us, sir.”

The leader was an old man with flowing white hair and a few antlers sprouting from his head, giving him an air of celestial grace.

Before the Divine Elder martial lord led Qi Yuan back, he had already informed them of Qi Yuan’s affairs.

This stronghold of the Eastern Alliance housed a full three titled martial lords and over a hundred martial lords.

The remaining martial lords, of lesser strength, stood in the rear—greater martial lords at the front, ordinary ones at the back, not even qualified to greet Qi Yuan.

These ordinary martial lords gazed at Qi Yuan with awe, envy shining in their eyes.

“May I ask your esteemed name, sir? I am Black Deer, an old man,” the elder said.

Qi Yuan glanced at him and replied flatly, “Qi Yuan.”

“So it is Martial Lord Qi Yuan!” Black Deer martial lord said courteously.

At that moment, among the crowd of martial lords, one transmitted a message.

“Die Mao, this exalted one shares the same name as the person you’re looking for. Could it be him? Heh, want to go ask?”

“Get lost. The one I seek is a mere Martial King, how could it be a titled martial lord? Stop talking nonsense!”

“Just a joke, don’t be angry. But what if the Qi Yuan you’re after is this exalted one? What then?”

“What else? I’d just strip away that portion of bloodline directly.”

The two exchanged whispers through telepathy.

Black Deer martial lord looked at Qi Yuan. “I hear you’ve been searching for news of the Spirit Realm martial lord, Sir Qi Yuan. The Eastern Alliance’s library houses all the world’s books and records many hidden secrets. Would you like to enter and see if there are any accounts concerning the Spirit Realm martial lord that you need?”

Black Deer martial lord continued to extend goodwill.

“No need to look. There’s nothing there,” Qi Yuan said with a yawn.

The Divine Thunder Old Man and his group had already scoured the Eastern Alliance’s library. It contained all kinds of secrets, but nothing on the Spirit Realm martial lord.

Black Deer martial lord paused, then smiled. “Sir Qi Yuan seems quite familiar with our Eastern Alliance’s library.”

“Mm, I have people. They’ve turned the library upside down and found nothing.”

Black Deer martial lord couldn’t help but glance at Fatty Egg martial lord, his gaze meaningful.

Fatty Egg martial lord was bewildered. Why are you looking at me like that?

Qi Yuan paid no heed to these small gestures and asked, “Can I ask about the Wall of the Eastern Lord in advance?”

“Apologies, it’s not that we are unwilling, but we simply cannot. Only after the Ancestral Blood War ends can the Wall of the Eastern Lord be seen,” Black Deer martial lord said with a troubled expression.

Qi Yuan was disappointed. “By the way, what kind of person is the Eastern Lord? Have you met him?”

At the mention of the Eastern Lord, all the martial lords present showed reverence.

“In those days, black crows filled the sky, and the world was on the verge of destruction. The Eastern Lord stepped forward, confronting the calamity alone, turning the tide and securing a sliver of hope for us in the midst of despair. The Eastern Lord is a true gentleman, the only sage in this world!”

Even Black Deer martial lord’s eyes brimmed with admiration.

This admiration was no pretense.

“I heard the Eastern Lord had a lover?” Qi Yuan pressed on.

He wondered if the man and woman in the mural were the Eastern Lord and his beloved.

“The Eastern Lord not only embodied great righteousness and love but was also a deeply devoted soul. He was not originally from this world; his lover was born here, so he came to this realm. When the calamity struck, his lover perished. He could have left this world, untouched by its fate and karma. Yet, to protect his lover’s world, he chose to stay, facing the calamity alone. Without the Eastern Lord, we would have long fallen, vanished into the river of history,” Black Deer martial lord said, his voice tinged with melancholy.

The female titled martial lord beside him added, “If it were me, I don’t think I could do the same. I’d probably take the corpse and flee far from the storm.”

Black Deer martial lord nodded. “Over the years, the Eastern Lord has not only resisted the calamity alone but also used the Mountain and River Society Brush to create the Mountain and Sea Scroll, all to revive his Dao companion. Once she is revived, the two of them together can withstand the great catastrophe!”

“Oh? How does he revive her? I’m quite eager,” Qi Yuan said, intrigued.

He was now seeking to attain the Zifu realm; he had the purple qi but still lacked the underworld. He had no clue how to go about resurrection.

“The spirit of the Eastern Lord’s Dao companion is scattered throughout the Mountain and Sea Scroll. The scroll is the key to reviving her and also to reshaping the world. We repeatedly reenact past histories, gradually awakening her memories—or rather, reconstructing the memories of the past. But the Dao companion is too powerful; the beings within the scroll cannot bear her. Thus, her spirit is divided into many fragments. Each fragment awakens to past memories and retraces the original path. Finally, before the Dawn’s Cry begins, the Mountain and Sea Scroll collides with the Land of Termination. All the fragments merge into one, and the Eastern Lord’s Dao companion will be revived. The history restarted within the scroll will then replace the history of the Land of Termination. The history of this world will change. The dead of old will also be revived.”

Black Deer martial lord spoke at length.

It was quite complex. According to him, the Eastern Lord’s plan had two parts: one to revive his Dao companion, and the other to let those who had fallen in the past revive within the Mountain and Sea Scroll, reenact their lives, and finally truly come back to life.

With the fused history of the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, to replace the predetermined course of destruction for this world.

“Oh, so it’s refining falsehood into truth, like cloning? Implanting memories?” Qi Yuan summarized.

Simply put, it’s cloning a group of people, then having them act out a script; with the original memories, they take themselves for the ones they play.

“But if that’s the case… will the beings of the Land of Termination perish?” Qi Yuan asked.

“When the Dawn Chime sounds, this realm will truly fall silent, and they cannot escape it,” said the Black Deer Martial Lord.

That female Martial Lord said, “If one could meet a man like Dongjun, this life would hold no regrets.”

A male Martial Lord sighed, “Guarding a realm, scheming for ten thousand years, only to revive his beloved—this feeling is truly hard to let go.”

The other Martial Lords all shared the same thought.

Asking themselves if they were in his place, they feared it would be difficult to do as Dongjun did.

“Indeed, so touching—one should be buried at the North Pole, the other at the South Pole,” Qi Yuan casually remarked.

“What does that mean?” the Black Deer Martial Lord asked, puzzled.

“Nothing,” Qi Yuan said, too lazy to explain.

“Master Qi Yuan, come, the Dongmeng has prepared a welcome banquet for you!” The Black Deer Martial Lord emerged from his earlier reminiscence and returned to business.

“Let’s go.” Qi Yuan did not refuse.

……

One day later.

Qi Yuan opened his eyes, a rare look of bewilderment in them.

“Too hard, too hard—building the underworld is too hard, harder than advanced math.”

Having heard of Dongjun reviving his Dao companion with the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, Qi Yuan wondered if he could borrow a thing or two to create the underworld.

But no matter how he deduced, the result was always… false. What he created, as the anime would say, were merely two similar flowers.

“It seems I’m still too weak—let alone refining falsehood into truth, I can’t even achieve true resurrection. Am I doomed to build only a budget version of the underworld?”

Qi Yuan felt a touch of sorrow.

He was already a Divine Infant True Lord living in a bungalow—if he built a budget underworld, how embarrassing would that be?

Even his junior sister Jiang Lingsu would probably despise him.

“It seems I’ll have to extort this game.”

Back when the world was still the Flowing Wind Realm or the Mortal Heart Realm, Qi Yuan often extorted the Heavenly Dao and reaped great rewards.

He looked up at the sky, then grew dejected again.

“This damned world has no Heavenly Dao!”

Without a Heavenly Dao, how could he extort it?

As for taking its place?

Forget it—he had no interest in that.

“But I can discuss it with my daughter when I have time; she visualizes Houtu and should know a lot about the underworld,” Qi Yuan thought to himself.

“Divine One!” Just then, a voice rang out.

A headless, towering figure appeared, standing beside Qi Yuan.

Though he was trying his utmost to suppress it, Qi Yuan could still feel that mighty, surging battle intent.

If left unchecked, allowing that battle intent to roll forth, all life in the Land of Origin would likely burst and perish.

Such was the power of the Yang God.

It could be said that each of Qi Yuan’s current Divine Infants had the strength to devour the Land of Origin.

Yet before Qi Yuan, they remained ever respectful, just as in the days of Qingshui Village.

“Lingzhong Great Venerable, you’ve come. How did your discussion go?” Qi Yuan looked at the headless ancient god.

Lingzhong Great Venerable had lived an exceedingly long time, having taken part in the Hongtang War and once met Wushi Shengmu.

Later, he gave Qi Yuan the “fish” left by Wushi Shengmu, which allowed Qi Yuan to obtain the Devouring Origin Body.

The visualization method he had obtained was that of the War God Xingtian.

It represented boundless battle intent, and… indomitable spirit.

Though Qi Yuan had come to the Land of Origin, he still wished to return to the Land of Termination at any time.

That matter was left to them to handle.

What Qi Yuan asked was, if he wanted to return to the Land of Termination, how should he go back?

“The Emperors Shu and Hu say they can turn their flesh into a bridge, spanning the Black Sea, connecting past and future.

If you have need, the two of them can carry you at any time,” said Xingtian.

The Emperors Shu and Hu were also powerful ancient gods in Qi Yuan’s visualization.

The two were, respectively, the Emperor of the South Sea and the Emperor of the North Sea.

They had existed even before Pangu split the heavens.

In Qi Yuan’s memory, the Emperors Shu and Hu were close friends with Hundun.

Hundun was formless, faceless, and without apertures, a seamless whole.

The Emperors Shu and Hu delighted in their friendship with Hundun, so they carved seven apertures for him.

One aperture each day, and on the seventh day, Hundun died.

The Emperors Shu and Hu wielded powers akin to time and space.

In this special game, turning the body into a bridge could connect past and future.

Of course, this was tied to the game’s background.

A strong link existed between the Land of Origin and the Land of Termination.

Naturally, if the Emperors Shu and Hu cultivated to the realm Qi Yuan envisioned, they would likely not be confined to this world.

“Not bad, not bad—Blue Star produces talents aplenty!” Qi Yuan was quite excited. “When I need them, I’ll call on them. Now withdraw, and tell the others to train hard and raise their strength—there may be… a tough battle ahead.”

“As you command.” Lingzhong “bowed” in acknowledgment, then his form dissolved and vanished.

In the hall, only Qi Yuan remained.

About an hour later, a voice sounded, echoing throughout the hall.

“Brother Qi Yuan, the Ancestral Blood War has begun; please grace us with your presence.”

“Very well.”

Qi Yuan finished speaking, and with a flicker of his form, he reappeared atop a towering pagoda.

The pagoda stood thirty thousand zhang high, its summit a circular platform the size of a city.

The structures below the pagoda were the trial grounds of the Ancestral Blood War.

Now, upon the platform, thirty-six thrones appeared.

The thrones were of unknown material, with what seemed to be dried bloodstains upon them.

Over thirty Martial Lords took their seats.

Each Martial Lord was shrouded in a mysterious vapor that concealed their features.

Three thrones stood highest, larger than the rest, rising into the clouds.

Black Deer sat in the center, Qi Yuan on the left, and a female Martial Lord on the right.

The three sat upon their thrones, also veiled by a layer of mysterious mist, impossible to see clearly.

“Since all Martial Lords have gathered, let us sit quietly and observe this Ancestral Blood Contest, to see if there are any promising talents worth cultivating.

If one catches your eye, taking them as a disciple is not out of the question,” said Black Deer Martial Lord with a chuckle.

“I took a glance—no promising talents. Without deliberate nurturing, given their aptitudes, not a single one can reach the realm of Great Martial Lord,” an old man said with disdain. “The younger generations are getting worse and worse.”

“That is inevitable,” another Martial Lord lamented. “Since the cataclysm, the bloodline has been fractured. Without the Shanhai Scroll, with such thin blood, at best they could reach Martial Spirit.”

“Indeed, it’s not their fault.”

“If the world cannot be rebooted, I fear we will all perish, and bloodline descendants are but a vain hope.”

“We must fulfill the task entrusted by Dongjun, or else… we have no chance!”

“Yes, Dongjun is the only hope!”

The voices of the Martial Lords below grew resolute.

It seemed Dongjun was their unwavering faith.

Qi Yuan remained calm, glancing at Black Deer Martial Lord: “You seem to trust and admire Dongjun quite a bit.”

A hint of reverence and emotion flickered in Black Deer’s eyes: “If you had seen Dongjun, you would feel the same. He is the most trustworthy and dependable person I have ever met.

He is also this world’s sole, remaining hope.

Had he not appeared, the Origin Land would have long perished. The Shanhai Scroll, the End Land—all but illusions and bubbles. We would have long been bones in the grave.

No, not even a grave or bones would remain.

Thus, we old fellows, and the little ones below—every living being in this world—owe Dongjun a debt of gratitude.”

“Dongjun’s grace can never be repaid in a lifetime,” Qi Yuan said with a smile.

Black Deer’s expression turned stern: “Mr. Qi, do not jest about Dongjun!

When you meet Dongjun, or when the Wall of Dongjun opens and you hear his voice, you will understand what kind of man he is.

To be honest, at first, when others praised Dongjun to the skies, I did not believe it. How could such a man exist in this world?

When I saw Dongjun, I felt ashamed of my own inadequacy.

I was wrong. I am ashamed of my narrow-mindedness.”

“Interesting, interesting. I’d like to see this Dongjun right now, to see what his design truly is,” Qi Yuan thought, a spark of curiosity arising.

These people were fervent about Dongjun.

And Qi Yuan could see that their minds were unaffected—this fervor was spontaneous.

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(End of this chapter)