Chapter 402: I Am the Great Calamity, Where Are Those Who Shall Eradicate Me?

Chapter 402: I Am the Great Calamity, Who Can Remove Me?

On the sixteenth day of May, a light rain fell over the Phoenix Heaven Domain, yet a blood-colored radiance surged with unmatched momentum, seemingly heading toward the Central Heaven Domain.

Many cultivators from immortal sects, aristocratic families, and hidden sects were jolted awake.

They looked up at the sky, but even with the keen vision of cultivators, they could not discern the figure of that blood-colored light.

Yet... wherever that blood-colored radiance passed, heaven and earth were dyed entirely red.

The sunlight filtering through the crimson sky turned into a bloody hue.

Countless cultivators called this phenomenon the Blood Sun Slaying the Heavens.

"Qi Yuan is the Blood-Clad Sword God; it seems he is about to begin removing the Great Calamity!" a Yin Spirit trembled in fear.

Three days was far too short a time for a Yin Spirit.

This Blood-Clad Sword God simply could not be judged by common sense.

Declaring war on the Great Calamity, not only did he keep no secrecy, but he did so openly.

And the timing was so hasty!

After contacting all the powerful figures, he directly set off in three days to charge in recklessly!

To face the Great Calamity with his own strength alone!

This left the Yin Spirit Venerables and Great Venerables utterly astonished.

"Is the Blood-Clad Sword God so confident? Could it be that, like that one from ages past, he has stepped into the Yang Spirit realm?" a Great Venerable spoke.

"Back then, that one ultimately failed because the Mountain of Fate leaked the secret.

This time, the Mountain of Fate has already been eliminated; perhaps there really is a chance!"

"You're dreaming—without the Mountain of Fate leaking secrets, the Blood-Clad Sword God leaks them himself!" a Yin Spirit Venerable said helplessly.

Countless gazes turned toward the firmament, as if trying to catch a glimpse of that blood-colored light.

"No, the sky over our Wave Rain Domain has also been dyed red!"

"Awakening from seclusion, why has the sky over our Northern Desert turned red?

Ah? Blood-Clad Sword God, what does this mean?"

"Not just the Northern Desert—the skies of other domains have been dyed red too. What is the Blood-Clad Sword God doing!"

Many were baffled, and murmurs rose incessantly.

Perhaps they had dozed off, perhaps eaten a meal, perhaps washed their underwear, then looked up at the sky again.

A single glance at a red sky!

The entire sky of the Canglan Realm was stained red by the blood-colored radiance.

The light shone down, like threads of blood.

Countless were perplexed, but some were struck with awe.

This Blood-Clad Sword God... was truly swift.

Yet many cultivators also harbored doubt: "If the Blood-Clad Sword God is this strong, then how strong must the Great Calamity be?"

"Alas, we know far too little about the Great Calamity—whether it is human, demon, or devil, how strong it is, what it has done—none of this is clear to us."

"Perhaps... the Great Calamity might coexist peacefully with us?"

Regarding the Great Calamity, the world knew far too little.

Indeed, in remote places like the Divine Radiance Sect, there was no concept of the Great Calamity at all.

For a major family like the Jiang Clan, with their Purple Mansion heritage, they could learn a little about the Great Calamity through their treasured artifacts, but their knowledge was scant.

As for Yin Spirits, most had heard of the Great Calamity.

Yet their understanding of it was limited solely to reaping.

What kind of existence the Great Calamity was, who stood behind it—none could know.

The existence of the Great Calamity was only known to be at the Yang Spirit realm, for once, the Canglan Realm had a Yang Spirit who failed to overcome the Great Calamity.

Thus, when "Qi Yuan Removes the Great Calamity" emerged, many in the Canglan Realm paid it no heed.

Some even thought that the claim of a toxic cultivation method was merely an exaggeration, just like the toxicity of spiritual energy—every cultivator in the Canglan Realm who used spiritual energy for cultivation ultimately perished.

So the Great Calamity seemed distant and unreachable.

There were even self-assured female cultivators who said that if the Great Calamity cast a glance at them, it would not find them empty-eyed; perhaps it would take them as dao companions.

And talented male cultivators claimed that the Great Calamity might fancy their gifts and accept them as disciples.

Regarding "Qi Yuan Removes the Great Calamity," all sorts of voices arose.

At the hour of You, the first quarter, the entire sky of the Canglan Realm turned crimson.

Countless cultivators gazed at the heavens, their expressions solemn, as if witnessing history.

Within a pavilion, Jiang Lingsu, clad in a green dress, broke out in cold sweat on her forehead, her beautiful eyes filled with endless worry.

Even the simple elegance of the green dress could not conceal her graceful figure; it was hard to imagine what peerless beauty lay beneath.

The hem of her skirt was long, and occasionally a glimpse revealed sheer stockings underneath, which seemed somewhat incongruous yet held a strange allure.

Not long ago, she had been playing chess here with her senior brother, her mind wandering, as if she were about to make some decision.

But now, her senior brother had gone to face the Great Calamity.

Leaving her alone to keep vigil.

She recalled a fragment she had seen in her family's treasured artifact—a torrent of blood rain, heaven and earth overturned—a feat beyond the power of any individual.

She clenched her teeth and said, "Senior brother, you must be safe!"

At this moment, countless eyes looked up toward the firmament, seeking the Great Calamity, seeking the Blood-Clad Sword God, Qi Yuan.

They wanted to understand what the Great Calamity was and just how strong the Blood-Clad Sword God truly was.

The blood-red light shone, and a sense of desolation and sorrow arose in countless hearts.

A dense battle intent accumulated in that moment; all who looked upon that blood-colored sky felt an extreme surge of fighting spirit.

The Central Heaven Domain.

The blood-red figure halted, his posture upright, his long hair flowing in the wind.

Before the blood-red figure stood three people.

Wang Lingtong bowed respectfully: "Senior, as you go to remove the Great Calamity, I offer you a talisman containing the full-force strike of ten myths!"

Wang Lingshan also lowered her head; when she saw Qi Yuan's strikingly handsome features, the earlier absurdity in her heart vanished.

"I have a formation disk that might trap the Great Calamity for a moment; I present it to you, Senior!"

Finally, a man clad entirely in black robes, his expression one of utter despair, gazed at Qi Yuan. His eyes were filled with deathly aura: "The destiny of the Qianmo Realm, I offer entirely to you, Senior!"

The Qianmo Realm was another of the three thousand pigsties, similar to the Canglan Realm.

Yet the fate of that world was far more tragic.

The great calamity seemed to devour the world's potential, leaving behind a wasteland, and finally, it slowly chewed and swallowed the lands, mountains, rivers, seas, and skies of Qianmo Realm.

Only the black-robed man remained alive in Qianmo Realm, fleeing into Xingli Realm.

Aside from the Three Thousand Pig Farms, he could go to no other world; to go meant death.

Now, the three Yin Gods from other realms, without a word of waste, faced Qi Yuan, who was about to encounter the great calamity, and sent him their own treasures to lend a meager hand.

At this moment, counsel, warnings, reminders, and tales of the calamity's ferocity held no meaning.

"Good," spoke the blood-colored figure, his voice low, sparing words as if gold, as though brewing something.

"May you soar on the clouds and slay the great calamity!" said Wang Lingtong and Wang Lingshan.

A glint of sharpness and resolve finally appeared in the black-robed man's death-filled eyes.

"Senior, fuck that great calamity!"

His voice was hoarse, but it spoke his fury.

"Good."

The blood-robed figure glanced back at this world, then leaped into the endless chaos and vanished.

The three Yin Gods stood still, their gazes complex. Wang Lingshan said, "I hope the senior wins!"

If the Blood-Robed Sword God prevailed, perhaps Xingli Realm would gain a shred of hope.

But they also understood that a brave man, once gone, rarely returns.

Across the three thousand worlds, past and present, geniuses were as numerous as carp crossing a river; many lived mediocre lives, fleeing or closing their markets, but always there were those like the Blood-Robed Sword God who would rise, raise their arms, and dare to battle the great calamity with their flesh!

"This battle... win or lose, we shall remember it!"

In the Central Heavenly Domain, an unknowable place, all was chaos. Suddenly, within the blurry chaos, a flash of spiritual light passed.

This entity called the great calamity, muddled and dazed, spent ninety-nine percent of its time asleep, without its own consciousness.

Perhaps because it had existed too long, a wisp of spiritual light had emerged on its form, granting it a sliver of awareness.

In that moment, infinite information from heaven and earth poured in.

The great calamity opened its eyes; in those eyes of low spirituality, there was a depth and drowsiness, as if it had not yet woken.

"Qi Yuan to remove the great calamity?"

The great calamity murmured, its voice faint as a mosquito's buzz.

It was like a pebble the size of a fingernail cast into the vast ocean—first a ripple spread, but none expected that ripple to expand, become a wave, then in an instant a towering surge, and then a world-ending wave ten thousand miles high.

A sound like thunder rang in the ears of all in Canglan Realm.

"O you who face the tribulation, bearing sin and blood, you shall, between heaven and earth, cut flesh piece by piece to atone for your crimes."

All cultivators in Canglan Realm who heard this voice turned pale.

The Dao’s voice struck their hearts directly, and countless cultivators felt guilt and fear.

"Do we bear sin and blood?"

"Is the great calamity a trial from the heavens?"

"We are wrong!"

The voice of the great calamity unsettled all who heard it, breeding dread.

In that moment, all cultivators grasped a mere glimpse of the great calamity’s might.

Just its voice seemed to reach every corner of Canglan Realm.

Such power, such magnitude, was utterly insurmountable.

And then, an even more vast voice resounded.

"O you who face the tribulation, unrepentant, harboring delusions, bearing murderous intent, you shall fall like Qianmo!"

With the great calamity’s words, a scene emerged in everyone’s mind.

Mountains shattered, seas inverted, continents sundered, spiritual energy collapsed in chaos.

Countless beings wailed in agony, and wandering souls roamed.

A terrifying heavenly tribulation, a merciless Dao, ravaged an entire realm.

Seeing such an apocalyptic vision, all cultivators trembled, their eyes gray with despair.

"The great calamity... cannot be stopped!"

"How... can it be removed?"

"We are wrong; the great calamity is not wrong!" Some cultivators lost all courage, broke down, and wept.

Yin Gods were terrifying, their single strikes enough to destroy a nation, representing Canglan Realm’s ultimate power.

But compared to the entire Qianmo Realm, a nation was but a grain of sand on a beach.

Who could fight an existence like the great calamity? Who could win?

In Phoenix Heaven Domain, deep in the Ice Mountain Dominatrix’s eyes surged endless timidity and fear: "Is this... the great calamity? An existence beyond even Yin Gods’ imagination!"

Having just stepped into Yin Godhood, she was proud and full, believing herself above the Purple Mansion, able to sink a nation with a wave.

But sinking an entire realm—the gap was too vast.

White Fish Grand Venerable’s expression fell: "In all my life, I fear I could not harm it even a fraction."

Another grand venerable smiled bitterly: "An ant... am I."

The little fox girl sat dazed on the ground: "It’s fine, the senior is so strong, he will surely destroy the great calamity!"

"It’s over, it’s over! The Blood-Robed Sword God dares to challenge such a great calamity—Canglan Realm is doomed!" Some cultivators went mad, their minds shattered.

"Is this the great calamity..." A cultivator who had hidden for a thousand years, a late bloomer, felt despair: "Who can oppose it?"

In Divine Light Sect, Kang Fulu watched the scene in silence.

In the Eastern Lands, Jiang Ruhua’s mind was frantic; he turned into a streak of light, racing madly: "I must speed up—I have to see that brat Qi Yuan before destruction comes and give him a slap!"

At this moment, he only thought the Blood-Robed Sword God shared the same name as Qi Yuan.

Now, Qi Yuan was to remove the great calamity.

The world was in turmoil; countless beings would fall and perish.

At this critical time, that brat Qi Yuan had run off with his precious daughter—how could he not be furious, unable to see her in such danger?

If he found Qi Yuan, he would surely give him a slap!

But just then, as he flew through the sky, he suddenly froze.

The heavens and earth of Canglan Realm had turned dark.

Dim and lightless, all sunlight was blocked, even the blood sun unseen.

Jiang Ruhua couldn’t help but look up—and saw a colossal thing rising slowly, a massive shadow spreading across the sky, growing larger, the figure of the behemoth revealing itself ever bigger.

"This..."

Jiang Ruhua trembled all over, his spiritual energy restless in that moment.

He stared at the colossal thing in the sky, yearning only for a hole to crawl into, as if being surrounded on all sides might grant him a sliver of safety.

“Too big!”

“What is this?”

“A monster?”

“Is that… its eye?”

Countless cultivators clenched their teeth, jaws aching, hearts trembling.

If before it had merely been images flickering in their minds, viewed from a third-person perspective, it was nothing.

Now, standing on the scene, looking up at that epic monstrosity, all were filled with terror and dread.

This Great Calamity… stretched beyond sight, seeming even larger than the Canglan Realm.

A strike from a Yin God could not even harm its fur—how then could the Blood-Robed Sword God prevail?

The colossal being, its body formed of chaos, was vast beyond measure, dim and dazed, save for the flames of sentience burning in its eyes.

Its enormous eyes hung in the sky, gazing down upon this world.

Every living creature trembled from the depths of its soul.

Some even fell to their knees.

“O Calamity, great immortal god!”

“Spare me!”

Faced with such a terrifying monster, cultivators could muster no will to resist.

Jiang Lingsu looked up, her fair face pale, but her eyes blazed with surging murder.

If looks could kill, the Great Calamity would have died at her hands countless times.

“Qi Yuan, remove the Great Calamity!” she called out in her heart.

Great Wisdom True Lord also raised his head to gaze at the immense body of the Calamity, a deep glint flashing in his eyes: “It… grows larger.”

And then, it happened…

The vast, chaotic body of the Great Calamity opened its mouth, like a black hole in the starry sky, capable of devouring all.

“I am the Great Calamity. Where is he who would remove me?”

Its sentient eyes swept across the land, as if seeking out the one undergoing the tribulation.

All the cultivators froze for a moment—where was the Blood-Robed Sword God?

“I am… above your head!”

That voice, compared to the droning of the Calamity, carried a chill.

Every cultivator instinctively looked up at the sky, but saw nothing beyond the colossal being.

In that instant, the dim and dazed Great Calamity also jerked its head upward.

It saw…

(The chapter ends)