Chapter 401: On the Eve, Discussions of All Living Beings

Chapter 401: The Eve, All Voices in Discussion

The Great Venerables were moved; the Venerables had words stuck in their throats but could not utter them now.

The Blood-Robed Sword God had invited them to gather, yet it was not to unite them against the Great Calamity?

The Blood-Robed Sword God’s confident, domineering words lingered in their ears, refusing to fade for a long time.

Many Great Venerables felt a pang of shame.

Perhaps it was their hesitation, their self-preservation, that had chilled the Blood-Robed Sword God’s heart.

And so, was the Blood-Robed Sword God abandoning them all to face the Great Calamity alone?

“Blood-Robed Sword God…” the Yellow Ox Great Venerable gritted his teeth and said, “My strength is meager, but I am willing to go with you and face the Great Calamity together!”

He felt he had lived most of his life, long enough already; it was time to strike at the nightmare-like Great Calamity and die in a blaze of ultimate brilliance.

Qi Yuan glanced at the Yellow Ox Great Venerable: “You are too far away; you cannot reach the Central Heavenly Domain in three days, so do not accompany me.”

As he spoke, he swept his gaze over everyone present.

“You only need to return to your respective domains and announce to the world that ‘Qi Yuan’s Extermination of the Great Calamity’ has begun. Worry not about any anomalies—as for the rest, leave it to me,” Qi Yuan said with confidence.

He was no longer the Qi Refining novice who, when destroying the Black Mountain Sect, had to sneak around in the dead of night; nor was he the Yuan Dan minor cultivator who, when annihilating the Bright Palace, had to post provocations and pretend to be several alternate accounts.

He now ranked as a Zi Mansion Great Cultivator, able to claim a mountain as king and call himself patriarch in the Canglan Realm!

This time, he directly declared war, telling the Great Calamity: I, Qi Yuan, am coming to eliminate you.

And so, he would go in person to annihilate the Great Calamity.

It was that simple, that casual!

“The Blood-Robed Sword God is so confident, his aura truly strong—one look and you see a man of extraordinary might.

With such prowess, surely he will meet a different fate from others who resist the Great Calamity,” the Hundun Great Venerable said with a grin at that moment.

He had come only as an avatar, his true body hidden, so he was accustomed to acting with more ease.

If his voice were changed to a woman’s, and if he transformed into a female, eyes sparkling, fists clenched, shouting “Big brother, so amazing!”—the flavor would be absolutely perfect.

Qi Yuan’s gaze fell upon the Hundun Great Venerable: “Why do you speak with such sarcasm? Could it be… that you are fated with my Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone, destined to be a pile of dog shit within it!”

The smile in the Hundun Great Venerable’s eyes froze: “The world says the Blood-Robed Sword God is mad and murderous, yet it seems he can understand human speech.

But I wonder, after you fall to the Great Calamity, how heartbroken and pained your parents, your loved ones, and your friends will be.”

“Hey, I beg you, can’t the villain just cut off his own head? Why must you talk so much?

Or are you paid by the line?”

As Qi Yuan spoke, without any hesitation, a blood-colored great hand reached for the Hundun Great Venerable.

The expression on the Hundun Great Venerable’s face did not change; he remained calm and composed: “Are you already in such a hurry? You have none of the bearing of a true expert.”

The Hundun Great Venerable flicked his sleeve, as if utterly unafraid of Qi Yuan’s attack.

After all, this was merely an avatar projection, insignificant.

As long as he extinguished his consciousness, he could return to his true body.

The Canglan Realm was so vast; he could hide in a corner, and even if the Blood-Robed Sword God turned the heavens upside down and the earth inside out, he could never find him.

But when the blood-red palm gripped his entire being, his expression suddenly changed.

A fierce premonition surged forth; he felt like an infant, as if held in the grasp of a majestic deity.

Everything about him seemed to be under the control of the blood-robed man before him.

“In the Canglan Realm, as long as I lay eyes on any villain, he cannot escape my grasp.

Do you know what the true worth of a Zi Mansion Great Cultivator is?

Die… now!”

Within the blood-colored great hand, the blood energy seethed and churned.

With a crisp cracking sound, the Hundun Great Venerable’s body shattered inch by inch.

His eyes showed disbelief.

Because his consciousness perceived that it was not just this avatar that was breaking apart, but also his true body!

His true body was clearly tens of thousands of miles away, in an unfathomable place.

There, formations were laid out like a net; even if a myth descended in person, they could not penetrate the formations in a short time.

But at this moment… how could it be!

He stared in horror at the man in the blood-red robe, his eyes pleading for mercy, along with deep bewilderment.

“How… did you do it?”

His body crumbled, his consciousness cracked, and blood and soul shattered into fragments at that instant.

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, his expression cold: “Did you think I was just joking when I said I could beat someone through the network?”

After destroying the Bright Palace, Qi Yuan had indeed beaten people through the network.

Now, he was merely retreading that old path.

Does distance matter?

Back then, a disciple of the Taihuang Palace had issued threats from the upper realm, only to be crushed by Qi Yuan with a single sun projection.

As for the Hundun Great Venerable, there was no need for a sun projection—he was simply crushed.

With Qi Yuan’s current strength as a Zi Mansion Great Cultivator, to put it bluntly, aside from the Great Calamity, who in the Canglan Realm could stop him?

The Hundun Great Venerable fell, turning into a mist of blood.

This was an eradication at the soul level; even if a Great Venerable could regenerate from a single drop of blood, he could never reappear in the mortal world.

The other Great Venerables, witnessing this, showed astonishment in their eyes.

The Yellow Ox Great Venerable trembled: “The Hundun Great Venerable… is dead?”

This death was not just the death of the avatar, but the extinction of the true body as well.

The other Great Venerables sensed this, though the Yin Spirit Venerables did not, believing only the avatar had perished.

Qi Yuan clapped his hands, as if killing the Hundun Great Venerable was like crushing an ant.

“Everyone, I’ll trouble you with the matter of spreading the word,” Qi Yuan said, his tone becoming light and casual again.

The Yin Spirit Venerables present all breathed a sigh of relief.

“We will vigorously promote ‘Qi Yuan’s Extermination of the Great Calamity.’”

“Within a day, half of the Canglan Realm will know of this plan!”

“Senior Blood-Robed Sword God, please be careful—the Great Calamity… is not so easily dealt with.

Otherwise… after all these years, the Canglan Realm would not still be like a pigpen!” an old man said with a sigh, his eyes filled with intense longing.

For cultivators like them, ascending to the upper realm was almost a lifelong desire.

In the lower realm, they were constrained and unable to receive sufficient immortal essence to nourish their divine bodies, as if living in a sewer.

"Well, enough nonsense, I have personally finished writing the promotional copy, all you need to do is copy, paste, and send it out.

As for your promotional plan, I will execute it, bye-bye!

Oh, and right, purifying the cultivation atmosphere of the Canglan Realm is everyone's responsibility, and it starts with me!"

When Qiyuan finished speaking, his figure vanished into thin air at that very instant.

Leaving behind only the utterly dazed, bewildered, and emotionally conflicted Great Venerables and Venerables in the room.

"Can the Blood-Robed Sword God really do it?"

"That is the Great Calamity... a catastrophe that not even the Sun Gods could obliterate!"

...

The Central Sky Realm.

Inside a tavern, a look of astonishment emerged in the eyes of a young man.

"There are still centuries before the onset of the Great Calamity, yet the Canglan Realm has actually declared war on it ahead of schedule. How do they dare, and why did they not accumulate a bit more strength first!"

"Ah? A declaration of war? Why would they declare war?" The female cultivator beside him also wore a look of sheer amazement.

The two of them hailed from the Xingli Realm. Just like the Canglan Realm, the Xingli Realm was one of the three thousand realms that had fallen from the Taihuang Palace to the lower realms.

Compared to the Canglan Realm, the Xingli Realm was significantly more powerful.

Once, three Sun Gods had risen together to wage war against the Great Calamity, but unfortunately... they suffered a crushing defeat in the end.

However, the cultivators of the Xingli Realm had always taken resisting the Great Calamity as their own responsibility.

Many cultivators even left their own world to travel to other captive worlds, contacting the powerful to resist the Great Calamity together.

Yet, the results were negligible.

"Could it be Great Venerable White Fish? But that is not his character either!" Wang Lingchan guessed.

Great Venerable White Fish was ostensibly the number one powerhouse in the Canglan Realm, so if anyone were to propose resisting the Great Calamity, it should have been him.

"It is not him, it is the Blood-Robed Sword God, a powerhouse who has emerged over the last two years.

Strangely, there are very few records of him, and I always feel... this resistance against the Great Calamity is a bit of a farce, almost like... a joke.

Who goes about resisting the Great Calamity like this?" Wang Lingtong spoke, a trace of helplessness in his tone.

He handed several jade slips to Wang Lingchan.

These jade slips belonged to organizations similar to the God-Flower Society, and one of them happened to be from the God-Flower Society itself.

On them, a great deal of news would be announced.

Wang Lingchan's divine sense delved inside, and her expression turned bizarre as well.

[One day equals one hundred years, solving the Great Calamity is right before our eyes!]

[Qiyuan eliminates the Great Calamity, Canglan gains a new lease on life!]

[Better to descend into the Netherworld than not to eliminate the Great Calamity!]

[The Great Calamity eliminated, the atmosphere purified, Canglan's spiritual energy rises by leaps and bounds!]

[Qiyuan is strong, the Great Calamity surrenders, run through walls for Qiyuan!]

Looking at these manifestos, Wang Lingchan was somewhat speechless.

"Is this real... or fake!"

"This is too ridiculous, it is just like a farce.

By doing this, will he not infuriate the Great Calamity!"

"Regardless, if he truly eradicates the Great Calamity, our Xingli Realm must provide some assistance.

Even if he ultimately fails, biting off a piece of the Great Calamity's flesh is still a good thing!"

At this very moment, in various regions of the Canglan Realm, be they cultivation worlds or mortal worlds.

Right now, the hottest topic was "Qiyuan Eliminates the Great Calamity."

Within the God-Flower Society, countless people were utterly dumbfounded.

"What, we are going to start eliminating the Great Calamity?"

"Are the cultivation techniques really toxic? How come I have not felt it?"

"Last night I was discussing matters in the private chamber of my third aunt's cousin, and she said the toxicity of the techniques only affects those Yin God big shots, it has absolutely nothing to do with us!"

"Exactly, minor fry like us would never catch the eye of the Great Calamity. Now they are coercing us to resist the Great Calamity. If we infuriate the Great Calamity and get dragged into it, what are we supposed to do?"

"You people have no heart. If the techniques are toxic, our lives and deaths are held in the hands of others at all times. Is that a good thing?

If our descendants are born, they too will become fodder. Are you willing to let such a thing happen?"

"If you put it that way, does it not mean... even if this Qiyuan defeats the Great Calamity, we might still die?"

"Why is this person named Qiyuan? His name is somewhat similar to the number one Purple Palace of the Divine Light Sect from last time. Could they be the same person?"

"Sharing the same first and last name is completely normal. How could one person be a Purple Palace and a guaranteed Great Venerable at the same time!"

In all sorts of places, discussions about Qiyuan eliminating the Great Calamity were rife.

Even the isolated Divine Light Sect came to know about this matter.

However, no one linked this Qiyuan who was eliminating the Great Calamity to the Qiyuan on the Seven-Color Peak.

Even though True Monarch Withered Wood knew Qiyuan was extraordinary, and Kang Fulu understood Qiyuan was much stronger than imagined.

But in their eyes, eliminating the Great Calamity was practically equivalent to contending against the Heavenly Dao, which was something Qiyuan could not possibly achieve.

Meanwhile, in the Primordial God Sharing Society, Jiang Lingsu held a jade slip from the God-Flower Society, her face full of annoyance: "Detestable, these people are truly disgusting. It is one thing not to support him, but they are actually slandering him!"

Hearing this, Qiyuan felt no surprise at all.

As for the voices on the internet, he could not be bothered to care.

He believed that after the Great Calamity was obliterated, with his presence, the atmosphere of the Canglan Realm would become better and better.

"It is fine. Just report these people who are speaking recklessly to the Little Fox Girl," Qiyuan said casually.

"But I am still very angry!" Jiang Lingsu said furiously.

She had already switched between several alternative accounts to speak up for her Senior Brother.

Unfortunately, she alone could not out-argue so many people.

"These people should all go to hell!" Jiang Lingsu said in anger.

Looking at Jiang Lingsu's angry yet cute appearance, Qiyuan smiled: "Perhaps... everyone will go to hell?"

Hearing this, Jiang Lingsu's heart suddenly tightened, throbbing slightly, and she hastily said: "Phooey, phooey, phooey, do not speak such demoralizing words. The Great Calamity will surely be destroyed, and you will be perfectly safe, Senior Brother!"

"Do not worry, the Netherworld is my home. Even if I go to hell, it will be fine."

"That seems to be true. Last time you asked the Weird Painter to paint the Netherworld Mansion," Jiang Lingsu tilted her head, remembering something, and said.

"And in that Netherworld Mansion, there is still a piece of land you invested in for me, forgot?" Qiyuan's gaze was relaxed.

At the beginning of the Divine Light Sect, Qiyuan's cultivation techniques and spiritual stones, aside from coming from his White Moonlight, came from this well-endowed Junior Sister.

Jiang Lingsu’s delicate face flushed with a spreading blush; something occurred to her, and she tugged at Qi Yuan’s sleeve, her gaze earnest: “Senior Brother, this time… you must, must be careful. If… there’s even the slightest chance you can’t win against the Great Calamity, just run away!”

She knew how formidable her senior brother was.

But once, she had glimpsed a corner of the Great Calamity through her family’s treasured heirloom.

That power was insurmountable.

She simply couldn’t imagine how her senior brother could prevail.

After all, just over two years ago, she and her senior brother had nervously trailed a great enemy, and in the end, he had used a kitchen knife to ambush and kill that Foundation Establishment foe.

Now, declaring war openly against the Great Calamity, she felt as if an age had passed.

At the same time, she recalled the dense killing aura that had once clung to her senior brother, and a flicker of tenderness passed through her eyes.

How hard had her senior brother striven, how much suffering had he endured, to reach this point?

But of all that, she knew nothing.

“Don’t worry, as long as the plan succeeds, I’ll make sure it’s done! I destroyed the Radiant Palace; what’s a mere Great Calamity?” Qi Yuan declared with fervor.

Jiang Lingsu: “…Senior Brother, maybe you should stop talking. I’m worried about your state of mind.”

The Radiant Palace was strong, but compared to the Great Calamity, it was as fragile as an ant.

“Senior Brother, I believe in you!” Jiang Lingsu clenched her fists, her expression excited. “I support you both spiritually and physically!”

But no sooner had she spoken than her face reddened again.

How could she support him physically?

Yet, seeing that her senior brother seemed not to notice the slip in her words, she breathed a sigh of relief, mingled with a trace of disappointment.

She decided she would register a few more alternate accounts and flame anyone who dared speak ill of her senior brother until they doubted their existence!

(The End of This Chapter)