Chapter 377: My World, I Will Save

Chapter 377 My World, I Save It

Moonlight like a wash, the river of stars cascading down.

Qi Yuan gazed at the heavens, a trace of complexity in his expression.

“Only… three years left?”

His comprehension of the Ten Thousand Paths was barely three percent; reaching perfection in three years was impossible.

At that moment, Zero-One beside him hesitated, as if wanting to speak: “Master…”

“Oh, what is it?” Qi Yuan asked casually.

“Nothing, nothing.” Zero-One’s voice remained icy, like a machine devoid of emotion.

“Zero-One, you’ve changed since you evolved.” Qi Yuan stretched lazily.

“Zero-One has not changed; I am always your most loyal servant.” Zero-One performed a mechanical bow. “To share your burdens is my foremost principle!”

“Mm, good.” Qi Yuan closed his eyes again, immersing himself in the Ten Thousand Paths.

He had to admit, having entered the Mountain and Sea Scroll and visited many worlds,

his understanding of the Ten Thousand Paths was swift.

Yet no matter how fast, there were limits.

Moonlight fell, illuminating the mechanical arm of the robot Zero-One. Standing by the river, gazing at his own reflection in the clear water, he murmured: “Is everything coming to an end?”

…

The Origin Land.

Within the Eastern Alliance.

Dozens of Title Martial Lords gathered.

Their expressions were heavy with gravity.

The woman at the lead spoke: “The worlds are about to converge. We old relics must act, obey the Eastern Lord’s command, unite the worlds into one, revive the Primordial Beast Lord, and aid the Eastern Lord!”

The other Martial Lords nodded in agreement: “Yes, it’s time for us to act!”

“The memory fragments have been forged; now we only need to piece them together to create the Primordial Beast Lord!”

“Those who represent the Mandate of Heaven must also be reaped.”

These Martial Lords assembled, discussing every detail.

Just then, the Black Deer Martial Lord suddenly said: “The Celestial Venerable… seems to have ties with those memory fragments. Will he… stop us?”

For the Eastern Alliance, each story in the Mountain and Sea Scroll was meant to reshape the memory fragments of the Primordial Beast Lord.

Then, to piece them together.

As long as sixty percent of the worlds followed their original trajectories, the plan would be more than half accomplished.

What remained was nothing but slaughter and devouring.

In the end, all falsehoods would die, leaving only one person alive.

That one survivor would be the Primordial Beast Lord.

As for convergence… the Mandate of Heaven?

Slay all the reincarnators in the world, gather the Mandate of Heaven upon the Primordial Beast Lord.

Then the Primordial Beast Lord would recover all his power.

“Trust that the Celestial Venerable will prioritize the greater good,” said one Title Martial Lord.

“They were created by the Eastern Lord, born false. They must fulfill their destined fate, sacrifice themselves, and achieve oneness,” said another.

“Sacrificing themselves is the true meaning of their existence!”

“They had no chance to be born; the Eastern Lord granted them life.”

“They are doomed to perish. Now… the hand that pushes them has merely changed from the Great Calamity to us.”

“The destruction of the world is unstoppable. The Dawn’s Cry is imminent. It is time… to make a choice.”

“All for the world!”

“Even if we fall, we must protect the world!”

“Whoever dares to obstruct, kill without mercy!”

“To kill a million to save the world—it is worth it!”

…

The Upper Realm.

Within the Holy Land, the Third Heaven. An old man sat at a fishing platform, angling for the myriad heavens.

A voice came: “In that strange land, a Yang God has descended.”

“Oh, who is it?” The old man was surprised.

“His name is Qi Yuan.”

“Never heard of him,” the old man shook his head. “But he is bold, daring to scheme even that strange land.”

“He seems to have some connection with the Moon God Palace,” the voice said vaguely.

“The Moon God Palace?” The fishing old man hesitated upon hearing this, then said, “If it’s the Moon God Palace, that explains it. The Moon God Palace is in a dire situation now; if they don’t find a way to break through, they may fall from the Sixth Heaven.

Unfortunately, their luck is poor—they set their sights on that strange land.”

“What is so special about that strange land? I have heard that many Yang Gods are extremely wary of it.”

“In that holy land, there is a member of the Holy Light Clan.”

“What… the legendary Holy Light Clan!” As a Yang God seated above the Nine Heavens, few things in this world could stir his emotions.

But now, he was shocked.

Because… the Holy Light Clan was a taboo, a taboo among Yang Gods.

“So it’s the Holy Light Clan. It seems that Yang God’s schemes will ultimately come to nothing.”

The Holy Light Clan had extraordinary origins, often appearing in strange lands.

This clan possessed a divine talent of immense power.

That talent was called the Holy Light Word.

Whatever the Holy Light Clan said, those who heard it believed it to be true.

Once, a Yang God at the Minor Principle realm entered a strange land and encountered a member of the Holy Light Clan.

That Holy Light clansman said, “I am your father.”

And indeed, that Minor Principle Yang God believed it to be true.

Such was the overbearing nature of the Holy Light Word.

Thus, generally speaking, when a strange land contained a Holy Light clansman, these Yang Gods kept their distance.

Otherwise, it is very likely that one will fall and become nourishment for the Holy Light Clan.

"The Holy Light Clan is far too inscrutable; unless one's realm is a full major level higher, otherwise... one will surely be deceived.

Even if a major level higher, there is still a chance of being deceived." The old fisherman sighed with emotion.

"The words of the Holy Light are comparable to the supreme truths of the Nine Heavens, utterly irresistible." Another Yang God said.

"I have some ties of friendship with the Moon God Palace; news of the Holy Light Clan should be passed on to them." The old fisherman mused for a moment.

Perhaps the Moon God Palace was unaware of this information, which is why a Yang God descended to the lower realm, scheming for that peculiar place.

"What a pity, even if told, it's too late.

That peculiar place lies in the lower realm; once a Yang God descends, unless they capture the place and turn it into their own star, they can never return to the upper realm."

"Alas, another Yang God of the Moon God Palace falls—difficult, difficult, difficult. Could it be that we shall witness the fall of a sacred land?"

In the great hall, murmurs carried endless sighs.

...

Snow falls in a thousand chills, all things at peace.

Robot Zero-One, holding Xie Xinsu, sat by the riverbank.

The river was wide, covered with a thick layer of ice.

Qi Yuan, clad in white robes, merged with the snow, indistinguishable from its edge.

Snow piled on their shoulders; Robot Zero-One, Xie Xinsu, and Qi Yuan all shared this snowfall.

In an instant, all was a vast expanse of white.

"The myriad paths of the world are far too numerous..."

Qi Yuan could not help but sigh at that moment.

Snow has its own path.

The Great Wisdom True Lord once said that snowflakes do not speak because they have no mouths.

For Qi Yuan to comprehend the path of snow, the most effective way was to communicate with snowflakes that had mouths.

"You snowflake, why don't you grow a mouth? Without a mouth to tell your path, how am I to know what your path is?

Always making people guess, guess, guess!" Qi Yuan could not help but say.

Do not guess the snowflake's thoughts.

All paths must be guessed.

Hearing this, Robot Zero-One could not help but laugh: "Master, anything is possible in this world.

Perhaps in the next moment, you will have an epiphany and understand all paths?"

If anyone else heard this, they would never believe it.

But Qi Yuan was different; he nodded seriously: "You're right, anything is possible.

Perhaps in the next moment, all the myriad paths of the world will take a liking to me, grow mouths, and frantically introduce themselves."

Qi Yuan also indulged in wild fantasies. With his great charm, it was only natural that the myriad paths would want to romance him, right?

After all, it's just a game?

Any genre is possible.

What if this game is a romance genre?

Just then, a voice came, trembling slightly.

"Mr. Qi!"

Qi Yuan turned around and saw a young woman.

Her attire was youthful, and on her slender legs, she wore slouch socks.

"Dr. Zhong Niao, long time no see." Qi Yuan looked at Zhong Niao, his expression calm.

The one greeting him was none other than Qi Yuan's doctor, who had once treated him for mental illness.

Later, this doctor also embarked on the path of immortality.

Over the years, she had become a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator, only one step away from the Yuan Dan.

"Mr. Qi, I... have something to ask of you!" Zhong Niao hesitated.

It seemed that coming to Qi Yuan took great courage on her part.

"Speak." Qi Yuan looked at Zhong Niao, his gaze clear.

"These days, my nightmares have been getting worse..." Back then, Zhong Niao had told Qi Yuan about her nightmares.

In the dreams, many women who looked exactly like her stabbed her with knives.

At that time, Qi Yuan said it was because of her kidney deficiency.

Now, she was having the same nightmare repeatedly, and the dreams were becoming clearer.

"Your kidney deficiency is getting worse." Qi Yuan smiled.

Hearing this, Zhong Niao felt helpless.

She wanted to say, "Brother, you're someone who swallows stars, and you still say I have kidney deficiency?"

But at this moment, she also began to doubt—could it be that she really had kidney deficiency?

"Mr. Qi, can kidney deficiency be cured?" Zhong Niao, tormented by nightmares, could only turn to Qi Yuan for help.

"Simple—kill the one who kills you."

"Ah?" Zhong Niao was puzzled.

Then, Qi Yuan looked up and said: "Look at the sky; soon, other worlds from the Mountain and Sea Scroll will appear here.

Treat them... as parallel universe versions of yourself.

They will slaughter each other until only one remains alive."

"What?" Zhong Niao was shocked and bewildered.

A parallel world version of her would kill her?

"But don't worry." A smile appeared in Qi Yuan's eyes. "Until I become the Myriad Dao Martial God, the worlds will not merge.

Who knows what will happen after the fusion?"

As for Dongjun, the game's boss, Qi Yuan maintained a certain vigilance.

Because Qi Yuan had played many games, and each game had a big boss.

In this game, who seemed most like the boss?

Clearly, Dongjun.

Most importantly, this person's words seemed to carry a charm, making anyone who heard them believe.

Without this trait, Qi Yuan might have truly thought that Dongjun was saving the world, fighting against the Root Demon.

But now, Qi Yuan’s nose told him that Dongjun was a liar, and his words were false.

Ah, did he even need to think?

Whoever dared to deceive him, Qi Yuan, was nothing but a villain, wasn’t it?

Or could it be, some beautiful woman?

As for saving the world?

This world belonged to Qi Yuan!

After all, once he became the Myriad Dao War God, this world would be his.

If the world were destroyed, he would fall from the realm of the Myriad Dao War God.

So, he would bet on this world’s survival!

Qi Yuan would save it himself.

The Root Demon seemed powerful, and it resonated somewhat with his innate divine ability, Void Realm Sovereign: Heart Demon Guide.

When the time came, Qi Yuan would activate the Great Oblivion Heart Sutra, face the Root Demon, and say, “I am your father.”

Would the Root Demon still invade this world?

No.

Since the Root Demon wouldn’t invade?

Didn’t that mean the world wouldn’t be destroyed?

Then why all the killing, killing, killing, and supporting Dongjun?

Qi Yuan had his own calculations.

As Qi Yuan spoke, he whispered softly to this world.

“Condense.”

At the same time, in the Origin Land.

Within the Eastern Alliance, countless martial lords suddenly changed their expressions.

“What’s happening? Why has the progress of world fusion… stalled?”

“What exactly is going on?”

“In the End Land, some unknown force is resisting the fusion of the Mountain and Sea Scroll!”

“Who is it?”

“Could it be the Celestial Venerable!”

These martial lords immediately thought of Qi Yuan.

Only Qi Yuan possessed such immense power to achieve this.

“What’s wrong with the Celestial Venerable? Why is he sabotaging Dongjun’s plan?”

“Heh, isn’t it obvious? In the Mountain and Sea Scroll, he already hindered the progress of the Heaven Mending Pavilion’s mission.

Clearly, he’s targeting Dongjun—he wants this world destroyed!”

“Impossible, the Celestial Venerable isn’t that kind of person!”

The martial lords present buzzed with discussion, their minds filled with many thoughts.

Some thought it was a misunderstanding, others believed Qi Yuan was secretly causing trouble.

Just then, a voice rang out.

“You’re not wrong—it is I who am stopping the fusion of the Mountain and Sea Scroll.”

As the voice fell, Qi Yuan appeared in a long robe.

Ling Yi stood behind him, holding a cat in her arms, curiously observing this world.

“Celestial Venerable, what do you intend by this?” The Black Deer Martial Lord’s face darkened, his former amiability gone.

“Once I become the Myriad Dao War God, I will let the world fuse.

If it fuses now, there are too many Daos—I’d waste a lot of time.” Qi Yuan yawned.

“Celestial Venerable, this move is absolutely inadvisable. If the world doesn’t fuse, Dongjun’s Dao companion won’t be resurrected. How can we… support Dongjun? How can we resist the Great Calamity?

Once the Dawn Chime begins, we will all die!”

Qi Yuan’s eyes held a smile: “No need to resurrect Dongjun’s Dao companion. I will personally go and meet the Great Calamity!”

“Celestial Venerable, Dongjun once said that only by reviving his Dao companion can the Great Calamity be resolved.

Though your strength is great, I fear you are no match for the Great Calamity!” The Black Deer Martial Lord said anxiously.

He seemed pained, as if worried that Qi Yuan had strayed from the right path.

“I haven’t yet crossed blows with the Great Calamity—how do you know I’m not its match?” Qi Yuan said with a light smile.

“Dongjun said the only way to save the world is to revive his Dao companion!” a titled martial lord declared firmly. “The Celestial Venerable going alone will surely fail.”

“If there were an omniscient and omnipotent god, could they save the world?” Qi Yuan asked curiously.

“Absolutely not!” one titled martial lord affirmed.

“Absolutely not!” nearly a dozen titled martial lords echoed.

“Interesting, interesting.” By now, Qi Yuan had confirmed his suspicions. “I’ve grown a brain.”

“Celestial Venerable, please turn back from your misguided path!

Do not let personal selfishness destroy Dongjun’s plan!” a titled martial lord said earnestly, with heartfelt advice.

Qi Yuan said lazily, “Have you not noticed that your trust in Dongjun is a bit excessive?

That kind of trust is unhealthy.

When things are abnormal, there must be a trick.

Clearly, you’ve been brainwashed by Dongjun!

If even an omniscient and omnipotent god cannot solve it, how can Dongjun?

This is an enormous joke, full of holes.

Now, let me show you how a mind that hasn’t been brainwashed, one with independent free will, would answer this question.

Divine Thunder Old Man, come here—I have a question for you.”

Qi Yuan decided to use facts to reveal the truth.

The figure of Divine Thunder Old Man appeared.

The other martial lords swallowed their words, wanting to see what Qi Yuan would do.

“Tell me, if even an omniscient and omnipotent god cannot solve something, and I say I can solve it, would you believe me?” Qi Yuan looked at Divine Thunder Old Man, asking confidently.

He believed that Divine Thunder Old Man would set a good example for these martial lords, making them realize they had been brainwashed.

Divine Thunder Old Man, upon hearing this, assumed a thoughtful expression, then said, “This old man… believes it.”

"..." Qiyuan.

(End of this chapter)