Chapter 379: Plot of the Lord of the East, Slaughtering the Entire Picture Scroll of Mountains and Seas?

Chapter 379: Dongjun's Scheme, Slaughter All Within the Mountain and Sea Scroll?

Countless pieces of information churned.

In his mind, sword intent ran rampant, slaying the myriad paths, or perhaps... forgetting them.

Qi Yuan trod upon the Black Sea and arrived at the Land of Origin.

At this moment, the shore of the Black Sea was a vast, dark mass.

Nearly ten thousand Martial Lords stood, as if they had long known Qi Yuan would come.

“Greetings, Heavenly Lord!”

These Martial Lords bowed, their expressions reverent.

Qi Yuan saw this and said calmly, “What, have you finally seen the light?”

As his words fell, Qi Yuan thought to himself.

How should these people be opened?

Bloom? They could only bloom into blood blossoms.

“Heavenly Lord, everything before was a misunderstanding,” said the Black Deer Martial Lord, stepping forward with a respectful demeanor. “Now, Dongjun awaits you in the Land of Calamity.

Dongjun said he will clear up all misunderstandings for you!”

Qi Yuan’s expression did not change upon hearing this.

His demeanor was either calm or with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

“This fellow, finally willing to see me.”

Qi Yuan stretched lazily.

“Since he wishes to see me, then I shall go and meet him.”

The realm of Myriad Dao Martial God is the realm of the Yang God.

However, this Myriad Dao Martial God is somewhat different from the Yang God.

Those in the Yang God realm, when going to other worlds or even the universe, would have their rank reduced.

The Myriad Dao Martial God seems unaffected by this restriction.

After breaking through to the Myriad Dao Martial God realm, Qi Yuan’s strength had indeed increased considerably.

At this moment, Divine Thunder Old Deng appeared: “This old man will go with you.”

The other Divine Infants all spoke up at once: “We will go together.”

They were also extremely wary of Dongjun.

They were not at ease letting Qi Yuan face danger alone.

Qi Yuan glanced at the Land of Origin and said calmly, “Perhaps the Dawn’s Cry is about to begin; this Land of Origin seems unable to bear the Yang God either. If you stay here... you will be forced to leave.

Since fate has arranged for you to leave... well, although I don’t much care for fate, today I will follow fate’s words. You and I shall go together to meet Dongjun.”

In an instant, countless phantoms appeared behind Qi Yuan.

“As you command, Lord!”

Each phantom was indescribably noble, mysterious, and powerful.

Like primordial chaos demons, they stood behind Qi Yuan; even though they suppressed their auras with great effort, they still made it impossible for others to look directly at them.

Those Martial Lords felt a sense of worship welling up in their hearts.

Some of them even gave the impression of being more majestic and terrifying than Dongjun.

At this moment, those who had been unwavering began to feel worry in their hearts.

But soon, their gazes became resolute again.

Dongjun is the ultimate truth of this world.

Numbers... are useless.

“Farewell, everyone. I hope we still have a chance to meet again.”

Qi Yuan’s figure vanished.

Those terrifying, majestic phantom figures also vanished at that moment.

The Black Deer Martial Lord gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, waiting until those figures disappeared.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The Martial Lords present were all the same.

The pressure from Qi Yuan and those terrifying figures was too great.

Especially since those terrifying figures were far more numerous than they had anticipated.

They had thought there would only be a few?

But the result? Thousands, damn it?

“Dongjun should be able to handle them, right?” a female Martial Lord asked nervously.

Just now, those Heavenly Lords had put too much pressure on them.

“What do you mean ‘handle’? Dongjun will tell them the truth, and they will trust Dongjun, just like us!”

“Right, with so many strong supporters over the years, Dongjun will surely resolve the calamity and successfully save the world.”

“We cannot sit idly by either. We must go and, as Dongjun entrusted, revive his Dao companion!”

“Right!”

“Now the convergence of worlds is unstoppable, and we too will descend upon the Land of Termination.

We should select a protagonist, let her kill all the Heaven’s Chosen Daughters, merge all memories, and then integrate... she will become Dongjun’s Dao companion!

If she is revived and then goes to the Land of Catastrophe, everything will be fine.

We too will usher in true rebirth!”

“Haha, they’re gone! No one can stop us now!”

Several Titled Martial Lords had excited expressions, their faces twisted.

After all, they had restarted several epochs and had always failed.

This time, they finally saw the dawn of success; how could they not be excited?

At that moment, suddenly a different voice rang out: “Elders, if the Mountain and Sea Scroll converges, will everyone slaughter each other, leaving only the True One?”

The speaker was a man.

This man was a peak Martial King who had come from a stronghold.

Within the Mountain and Sea Scroll, he had once pledged his life to a prime minister’s daughter and even taught her cultivation techniques.

Once, he had greatly looked forward to reuniting with his beloved.

But now it seemed that the convergence of worlds... would be a massacre?

"Every Scroll of Mountains and Seas contains a Dao-companion avatar of the Eastern Lord.

Each avatar is reliving the events of the past.

The Scrolls of Mountains and Seas are but illusions; the Eastern Lord, with his Brush of Mountains, Rivers, and Altars, painted these illusions into a single truth.

We will support one avatar, allowing her to slay and devour the others.

Finally, she will swallow the Mandate of Heaven and become the Eastern Lord's Dao-companion.

The Scroll of Mountains and Seas she inhabits will represent truth—the future of our Origin Land.

The other Scrolls will dissolve into nothingness, and the Land of Termination will become the past.

With no termination, the single Scroll of Mountains and Seas created by the Eastern Lord will be the true future—an infinite future!"

The Black Deer Martial Lord's face blazed with fanatical fervor.

After so many years, after the world had been restarted again and again, they were finally on the verge of success.

"But this... wouldn't it mean that everyone in the other Scrolls of Mountains and Seas will die?" The man's face twisted in anguish. His beloved was still trapped in one of those Scrolls.

If she was the one to be sacrificed, he could not bear it.

"For the sake of the world, some sacrifices are necessary!" the Black Deer Martial Lord replied.

Another titled Martial Lord spoke up: "They were created by the Eastern Lord in the first place. Their very birth destined them for sacrifice.

Now, it is time for them to fulfill that destiny!"

"Yes! The Eastern Lord gave them life—a debt of boundless grace they can never repay in a thousand lifetimes!"

These Martial Lords' gazes were unyielding.

After all, having held firm for so many years, even if they secretly sensed their own error, they would never admit it.

"The Scrolls of Mountains and Seas were indeed created by the Eastern Lord, and that is a debt of grace. But the Land of Termination... how innocent is it?" At last, Mu Yan could no longer hold his tongue.

"They were doomed from the start. We are merely helping them along!" The bloodline progenitor of Mu Yan spoke then, turning to him and saying softly, "You newly ascended Martial Lords have experienced too few years and have never beheld the Eastern Lord's true visage. Such misunderstandings are natural.

For this mission of the Eastern Lord, you will remain behind in the Origin Land."

As this Martial Lord spoke, he acted instantly.

Several other Martial Lords also moved, trapping the newly ascended ones.

"No, Progenitor, what you are doing is sheer madness!

Perhaps there is no need to annihilate these worlds at all—Lord Qi Yuan could also prevent the Great Cataclysm!" Mu Yan roared, his voice hoarse with desperation.

Though he considered himself selfish, he could not bear to see those he knew or loved die.

In the Scrolls of Mountains and Seas, he had spent over ten thousand years.

He had made many friends.

He could not bear to watch them die.

Most importantly, he had never seen the Eastern Lord, and he did not trust the Eastern Lord's plan.

He would rather trust Qi Yuan.

The enemy of the Great Cataclysm was indeed powerful.

But... was Lord Qi Yuan not powerful as well?

The might to swallow stars whole, along with so many formidable followers.

With so many strong beings, could they not resolve this minor cataclysm?

If even they could not, would the Eastern Lord's scheme succeed?

"Enough talk. The Eastern Lord's words are truth!" another Martial Lord declared.

"You people are... too terrifying!" Mu Yan despaired.

It was as if he was seeing these people for the first time.

The Martial Lords bound Mu Yan and the others and cast them into the Origin Land.

The remaining Martial Lords now turned their gazes toward the Black Sea, their eyes blazing.

"The great transformation of heaven and earth has begun. The Black Sea's power has faded, and we can now enter it.

The many worlds of the Scrolls of Mountains and Seas lie within the Black Sea.

To save time, let us charge into the Scrolls, slaughter the mortals, capture the avatars, and deliver them to the main body!"

A titled Martial Lord made the proposal.

The other titled Martial Lords heard this and nodded.

"Such a feat of saving the world—we shall be revered as gods!"

These Martial Lords surged in a mighty tide into the Black Sea.

They had long chosen one particular Scroll of Mountains and Seas as the true world.

In that Scroll, the Eastern Lord's Dao-companion avatar had the highest completion and was the most love-struck.

All they had to do was capture the other avatars, bring them before her, and let her devour and slay them.

Then the Eastern Lord's Dao-companion would awaken within her.

"Hahaha! After a million years of suppression, a million years of perseverance, we are finally about to succeed!"

Above the Black Sea, these Martial Lords laughed with madness.

They had been restarted and reborn countless times; their wills had long been twisted.

Moreover, a Martial Lord's lifespan did not reach a million years.

These were no ordinary Martial Lords.

At this moment, they finally ceased to restrain themselves.

"Hehe, ahead there is a sea eye—it must be the entrance to a Scroll of Mountains and Seas.

This Scroll belongs to this old man!"

An old man spoke, his voice whistling through gaps in his teeth.

He entered the Scroll of Mountains and Seas to capture the Eastern Lord's Dao-companion avatar.

As for the other living beings, he would slaughter them himself.

If he left it to them, how long would it take to finish?

And what if the chosen true world's inhabitants fell in love with their parallel-world selves and refused to kill?

Thus, to save trouble, it was better that they did the killing.

"The Celestial Lord has departed. No one in this world can stop us!" the titled Martial Lord laughed.

The great transformation of heaven and earth meant the Origin Land could no longer harbor Yang Gods.

Even if Qi Yuan had laid plans and left behind strong beings, they could not remain in the Origin Land.

If not for the great transformation, they could not have entered the Black Sea, and it would have been impossible for anyone to hide there.

So now, they were like dragons emerging from the sea—unstoppable.

After the titled Martial Lord spoke, his giant hand reached into the Mountain and Sea Scroll.

The other titled Martial Lords, seeing this, also began searching for entrances to other Mountain and Sea Scrolls.

At this moment, on the riverbank, Lü Zhu's expression changed drastically.

"This is..."

They saw that the original sky had developed a crack.

A terrifying, grim claw tore out from the sky, as if to destroy this world.

Countless people, watching this apocalyptic scene, trembled and showed expressions of fear.

"This is... a Martial Lord, a legendary Martial Lord!" Lü Zhu gritted her teeth, her gaze filled with killing intent.

Beside her, Wang Yuanyu appeared relatively calm, though a flicker of disappointment passed through her eyes: "What a pity, before it could converge, it must... end?"

She seemed to know much and understood her own fate.

Her only disappointment was that the Mountain and Sea Scroll had not converged, and she had not seen Qi Yuan, nor received the black stockings he had promised her.

She had also promised to wear the black stockings for Qi Yuan to see.

"No, I won't accept this fate!" Lü Zhu gritted her teeth and roared, "Blood Butcher Staff, I need your help!"

With Lü Zhu's roar, the river before her turned red in that instant.

A blood-red wooden staff appeared.

This staff was extremely blood-red and eerily sinister.

This staff was the weapon of the Red Staff Demon Butcher.

In the past, the Red Staff Demon Butcher had annihilated all demons in heaven and earth, then left with a flick of his sleeve.

The Blood Butcher Staff was left behind in this realm.

This staff became the foremost sacred artifact of this realm.

Now, Lü Zhu, holding the Blood Butcher Staff that her master once held, said with determination: "What my master could do, I can do too!"

"Aaaah!"

The enormous blood-red staff charged unflinchingly toward the giant claw in the sky.

Blood-red light spread, and the sky turned crimson in that moment.

Boom!

The collision resounded, as if heaven and earth were splitting apart.

Blood traces dripped from Lü Zhu's eyes as she looked at the giant claw in the sky, her expression despairing: "Master... forgive me, your disciple is still too weak, having not learned even a shred of your true essence."

At that moment, the titled Martial Lord in the sky showed a surprised expression: "Within this Mountain and Sea Scroll, there is actually someone who can unleash power at the Martial Lord level. This red staff is quite interesting."

The titled Martial Lord glanced past Lü Zhu, his gaze falling on Wang Yuanyu: "This old man is very lucky; I encountered you as soon as I arrived, no need to search one by one in this ant nest."

Lü Zhu, gritting her teeth, looked at the sky and said resentfully: "If my master were here, how could you be so arrogant!"

"Hmph, a mere native of the Mountain and Sea Scroll, how dare you be so insolent.

You have no idea how great the gap between you and me is.

Even if your master appeared, how could he stop me? In this world, who can stop me!"

The titled Martial Lord laughed arrogantly.

He had not conversed with ants for a long time.

At this moment, Wang Yuanyu looked at the titled Martial Lord and said softly: "Your target is me. If I go with you, can you spare the others?"

The titled Martial Lord shook his head: "The Eastern Lord bestowed grace, allowing you to exist for so long. Now, it is time for you to repay the Eastern Lord... perish all!"

As the titled Martial Lord spoke, he grinned ferociously, and a giant bone claw reached for Wang Yuanyu.

But just then, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the titled Martial Lord's ear.

"This staff, my husband is quite fond of it; he has mentioned it to me several times.

You have dirtied his staff—should you not... atone with death!"

As the voice fell, the titled Martial Lord's pupils contracted.

Before him, a woman in a black dress appeared out of thin air.

The woman was petite and delicate, with extremely fair skin, yet her voice was as cold as frost.

She seemed shrouded in a veil of mist, making it impossible to see her face or discern where she truly was.

"You... who are you?" The titled Martial Lord felt both wariness and confusion.

"I am... Qi Yuan's little wife."

Ning Tao smiled sweetly, glanced at Lü Zhu and Wang Yuanyu, and gently pointed her finger forward.

In an instant, the terrifyingly powerful titled Martial Lord's face showed fear.

"Time... no, who are you!"

He was already white-haired.

But when she pointed, he felt as if he had experienced endless ages.

His body decayed, his consciousness became chaotic.

"My husband is right—those who don't like to bathe should go plant trees underground!"

Ning Tao waved her hand, and the titled Martial Lord instantly perished, his cause of death: old age.

(End of this chapter)