Chapter 437: The Furious Ancestor Ziyuan

Chapter 437: The Wrath of Ziyuan Ancestor

In the Black Demon Heaven, an unknown realm, the laws of the Great Dao flowed.

Eight Great Principles sat upon the clouds, their forms hidden.

Black flames burned, crackling and popping.

Faintly, the sound of tribulation thunder seemed to echo.

At this moment, six Great Principles gathered together to refine the Blood-Shaping Enlightenment Pill.

This pill could greatly accelerate Black Sword’s cultivation progress and shorten his growth time.

Ordered by the supreme elder of the Black Demon Abyss, led by the Third Elder, six Great Principles who could spare the time expended their primordial energy to refine it.

“Set!” the Third Elder spoke.

The black flames leaped, the surrounding space collapsed into ruin, then swiftly reformed.

Seeing this, the other five elders cast their immortal spiritual energy into the flames.

Beneath their hidden forms, their expressions turned pale for an instant, then returned to normal.

For beings like them, refining the Blood-Shaping Enlightenment Pill still cost them primordial energy.

The fierce fire blazed, and within the space, multicolored liquid coalesced, then, under the power of mighty immortal spiritual energy, condensed into a pill.

After about half an hour, all the Great Principles withdrew their immortal spiritual energy.

The Third Elder took a deep breath and bowed to the several Great Principles whose forms were concealed in the void: “I thank you all for your trouble!”

The Great Principles present nodded slightly, their forms slowly fading away.

Seeing this, the Third Elder prepared to leave.

Just then, a voice called out to him: “Third Elder, what about my share?”

Ziyuan Ancestor extended his hand, smiling lightly, appearing in quite a good mood.

If this Blood-Shaping Enlightenment Pill were given to Blood Robe, that lad’s talent would rise another notch.

His progress in cultivating the *Ancestral Blood Art* would also accelerate.

Perhaps, in less than a century, he could surpass Black Sword.

Thinking this, Ziyuan Ancestor felt smug, praising his own foresight.

A troubled expression appeared on the Third Elder’s face: “Old Six, the Blood-Shaping Enlightenment Pill… I cannot give it to you.”

Old Six’s expression suddenly froze, his gaze turning sharp, and the surrounding space became unstable, as if it might annihilate at any moment.

“Why?”

Old Six asked in a low voice, his expression sour.

“Did the refining fail?”

“No.” The Third Elder shook his head, his expression bitter. “It’s the Master… He sent down a decree.

He knows your nature well, so he deduced that you would certainly ask me for this pill.

Thus, he issued the decree in advance.”

Ziyuan Ancestor’s face darkened, looking very displeased.

“Old Six, the Ancestor himself gave the order; I have no choice.

Alas, he also said that the Linya Molt is imminent, and more resources should be devoted to Black Sword.

The Black Demon Abyss is a small family with meager means; it cannot support two Great Principles who have mastered the supreme principle.”

The Third Elder shook his head, his expression desolate.

What the Ancestor said held some truth.

Given the current turmoil in the Sixth Heaven, the Linya Molt could begin at any moment.

When that happened, the entire Sixth Heaven would be thrown into chaos, and the Black Demon Abyss could not stand aloof.

They had to quickly nurture Black Sword, allowing him to rapidly advance to a Great Principle who had mastered the supreme principle.

Only then, in the future, might the Black Demon Abyss become a player in the game, gaining some say.

The Black Demon Abyss’s resources were limited; if they were spread thin, it would likely slow Black Sword’s progress toward becoming a Great Principle.

“I contributed to refining this pill!” Ziyuan Ancestor said, greatly annoyed.

“The Master’s decree cannot be defied,” the Third Elder sighed.

His meaning was clear: you’ll have to take this up with the Master.

Ziyuan Ancestor snorted coldly.

Take it up with the Master?

He naturally would not go.

Otherwise, given his temperament, a meeting between them would inevitably lead to a battle.

That would be especially disadvantageous for Ziyuan Heaven.

“Summon Black Sword! Have him suppress his cultivation to Blood Robe’s level, and let them duel. The victor… shall receive the resource support of our Black Demon Abyss!” Ziyuan Ancestor declared loudly.

In his heart, Blood Robe far surpassed Black Sword.

Of course, that involved secrets that could not be divulged.

Otherwise, Blood Robe would not live another day.

But to let Blood Robe defeat Black Sword openly and fairly, and thus obtain the resources, Ziyuan Ancestor thought there was a slight possibility.

Seeing this, the Third Elder looked troubled: “Old Six, not to mention that Black Sword’s talent is the best in the Black Demon Abyss, and Blood Robe cannot possibly defeat him.

Even if he did win… would the Master change his mind?

Black Sword shares the same bloodline as the Black Demon Ancestor; that alone destines him to be our Black Demon Abyss’s sole… leader!”

The Third Elder naturally did not believe Blood Robe could defeat Black Sword.

Blood Robe’s talent, even if placed in the Sixth Heaven, would definitely rank in the top ten.

Let alone the fact that Black Sword shared the same bloodline as the Black Demon Ancestor, making his bloodline supremely noble.

That single point alone would shake the Sixth Heaven, let alone having both points combined in one person.

Hearing this, Ziyuan Ancestor’s face changed several times, and finally he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and left.

This loss, he had to accept.

The Third Elder watched Ziyuan Ancestor’s retreating figure and sighed softly: “I hope Black Sword steps into the realm of Great Principle soon, otherwise… the Black Demon Abyss’s collapse is not far off.”

……

In the Heavenly Precipice, in a corner no one cared about.

Qi Yuan opened his eyes, a golden light flashing in his pupils.

“Nine layers.”

Having devoured the Black Demon Ancestor’s blood, he hastened his cultivation of the *Ancestral Blood Art*, and at last swiftly stepped into the ninth layer.

The ninth layer of the *Ancestral Blood Art* was exceedingly formidable, enough to elevate his cultivation as the Myriad Paths Martial God to rival the Minor Principle Realm.

“I’ve grown stronger… and also gotten metal poisoning.”

Qi Yuan cast a glance over himself.

This time, the gold in his blood had increased, and even a trace of gold had crept into the pupils of his eyes, making him look quite terrifying and grim.

Without any hesitation, Qi Yuan dyed his blood red again and blackened his eyes.

“Now I can barely protect myself—I can sneak a look and see who exactly plotted against me!”

The formidable power of the Principle Realm granted Qi Yuan a sliver of security.

His form flickered, and he once again broke free from the Heavenly Precipice, returning to the Sixth Heaven.

In the City Suspended in Heaven.

The woman in gold narrowed her eyes, her expression somewhat displeased.

“Still haven’t found the Blood Robe?”

She was growing anxious.

A mere Blood Robe wasn’t worth wasting too much time over.

She planned to kill the Blood Robe, refine his soul into a spirit servant, stow it in the Ten-Thousand Soul Banner, and then make a quick getaway.

A getaway was certainly in order.

With the death of a prodigy on the level of a demon son, the Yang God of the Violet Destiny Heaven would surely rage and pursue her.

She only needed to hide in the territory of the Ghost Dominion Heaven.

Could it be that some Yang God would risk his own life for that Blood Robe and barge into the Ghost Dominion Heaven?

“Senior Sister, our people have laid a net that covers heaven and earth—formations everywhere. As soon as he appears, we’re bound to find him!” said the young man, head bowed, not daring to meet his senior sister’s eyes.

“So he’s been hiding somewhere, afraid to show himself?” the woman in gold said flatly.

But just then, suddenly, a voice laced with killing intent came from not far away.

A man appeared, clad in a crimson robe, his form hazy, his features indistinct.

“Let the one behind the scenes come forth—I want to see who has schemed against me!”

“You are the Blood Robe?” The woman in gold’s eyes showed surprise, then delight. “You actually slipped past the formations and sneaked in—some skill!”

The woman in gold hadn’t expected that the Blood Robe she sought would come to her of his own accord.

“The one behind the scenes? No, it is I… who will kill you!”

With that, the woman in gold strode forward with long, swift steps, a powerful aura sweeping forth.

She had advanced far in the Mythical Realm, and her aura was not something an ordinary Mythical could match.

Her strength was far greater than that of the Horned Sister. As she moved, a grim Ten-Thousand Soul Banner appeared.

In an instant, the world seemed filled with the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves, countless wronged spirits shrieking in agony.

Demonic qi surged to the heavens, shadowy souls flickered, dark and eerie.

The woman in gold held the Ten-Thousand Soul Banner, like an emissary descending from the underworld.

“Blood Robe, remember—the one who kills you… Mona!”

The soul banner fluttered, and a chilling wind howled.

Facing the Blood Robe, Mona held nothing back; her opening move was her fiercest assault.

Qi Yuan, not far away, watched and stared intently at Mona, a hint of confusion on his face: “Is there really no one behind you?”

“Hmph, no one!”

The soul banner shook, countless ghosts shrieking sharply.

A powerful soul attack descended upon Qi Yuan.

The piercing, grating cries of ten thousand lingering spirits vibrated in his eardrums and even reached his soul.

Qi Yuan was stunned: “No one? A mere Mythical like you dares to scheme against me—who gave you the nerve?”

Qi Yuan laughed in anger.

As he spoke, under Mona’s horrified gaze, his arm seized the Ten-Thousand Soul Banner.

With a crack, the mighty Ten-Thousand Soul Banner shattered outright.

Mona stared at the scene, dumbfounded.

The Ten-Thousand Soul Banner… shattered?

This was the Ten-Thousand Soul Banner, a supreme treasure she had refined for a hundred thousand years!

“You…” Her face was a mask of terror, utterly bewildered.

Before she could make any move, a tremendous force struck, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in her chest.

Qi Yuan’s hand gripped her heart, his voice calm: “Speak quickly—who is the one behind the scenes?”

This speed?

This divine art?

Mona was completely stunned, her body’s magical power sealed.

The oppressive pressure the Blood Robe gave her reminded her of the Black Sword.

Her face pale, her mind tense, she could not speak.

“Speak quickly, don’t force me—I never hit women!” Qi Yuan said earnestly.

Sometimes, he could be quite chauvinistic.

But Mona, her whole body bound, could not answer Qi Yuan. Yet hearing his words, a glimmer of hope lit her eyes.

Could it be… she might still live?

“Damn it, you won’t talk!”

Qi Yuan had now fully confirmed that only Mona had schemed against him—there was no one behind her.

“You scared me—die!”

With that, Qi Yuan used his formidable magical power to shatter Mona’s soul inch by inch.

Despair spread across Mona’s face. In her final moments, she managed to transmit a few words: “Didn’t you say… you don’t hit women?”

Qi Yuan looked at the shattered Mona, his expression grave: “When did I hit you? I killed you!”

Qi Yuan was quite pleased.

If she argued that killing still counted as hitting, Qi Yuan had a trump card: he would simply revoke her female status.

On Blue Star, there was plenty of experience from the *jimei*.

Qi Yuan knew that many men, when traveling, didn’t take photos themselves—they just stole the scenic shots posted by *jimei* on Little Red Book and shared them on their Moments.

In an instant, Mona fell.

In the great hall, the cultivators of Guiyu Tian trembled, fear written on their faces.

"You..."

"What about me?"

Qi Yuan's gaze was calm as he struck directly, a powerful fist hurtling forth.

Instantly, the space of the hall collapsed, and the cultivators of Guiyu Tian perished in that moment.

Qi Yuan looked at Mona's corpse, his eyes cautious: "I need to flee quickly, or the Yang Shen will come after me!"

On Mona's body, there remained the mark of a Yang Shen.

With Mona's death, that Yang Shen would surely know immediately, and might even come out to kill.

The best course now was to return to Ziyuan Tian.

After all, who knew how strong the Yang Shen from Guiyu Tian was?

Without any hesitation, Qi Yuan's figure entered the teleportation array, heading toward Ziyuan Tian.

After about a hundred breaths, a terrifying aura swept over Tianxuan City.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth roiled, and an angry voice resounded through Tianxuan City.

"How dare you!"

The figure of Motang Tianzun appeared in Tianxuan City; the entire city seemed to tremble at her arrival.

All the cultivators who saw this were terrified, filled with awe, bowing their heads in reverence, not daring to resist!

This was a Yang Shen Tianzun!

When a Tianzun is angered, it is far more than ten thousand corpses strewn across the land!

Motang Tianzun gazed at Mona's shattered body, her eyes blazing with intense fury.

In an instant, a flood of information poured into her mind, and her anger deepened: "Heimoyuan... Xuepao... killed my granddaughter, my beloved flesh and blood—this matter is not over!"

"How infuriating! Killed so cleanly, not a shred of soul left, can't even collect it into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner—such a waste!"

Without any hesitation, she stepped directly into the teleportation array.

She would go to Heimoyuan to block the gate and demand an explanation from Heimoyuan.

Of course, she knew that ultimately nothing good would come of it, and she could not slay Xuepao.

But with her granddaughter dead, she could not find peace unless she bit off a piece of the enemy's flesh.

As for face?

Do the Yang Shen Tianzun of Heimoyuan and Guiyu Tian still have any face?

The other cultivators of Tianxuan City, seeing this, were stirred into a great tumult; they knew that something major was about to happen.

On the other side, Qi Yuan left the teleportation array and, without stopping, ran straight toward Ziyuan Tian.

"Indeed, it's good to have a powerful faction backing you."

After entering Ziyuan Tian, Qi Yuan's mind was greatly at ease.

In the past, the enemies Qi Yuan encountered were too powerful, and his sect could hardly shield him from the storm.

Now, in Ziyuan Tian, he actually enjoyed such treatment.

This made Qi Yuan feel even more that relying on a great sect made things easier.

"Senior Brother Xuepao, you're back. Why are you so anxious?"

Just as he returned from the teleportation array to Ziyuan Tian, Ziyuan Xiaolu appeared not far from Qi Yuan, clutching her clothes, her face full of curiosity.

"Sigh, I was pestered by a lowly woman, so I had to kill her.

Who knew that after killing the young one, the old one would come, so I hurried back."

Qi Yuan said.

"Ah?" Ziyuan Xiaolu was a bit confused.

Not far away, the figure of An Xunlu appeared: "Hmph, why not kill the old one too? If Brother Heijian were here, the old one would be dead as well."

Hearing An Xunlu's words, joy lit up Qi Yuan's face: "Can Heijian really kill? The old one... seems to have followed!"

An Xunlu felt a bit smug upon hearing this, and was about to say something, when suddenly, from beyond the sky, a great roar came, resounding through the heavens.

"How dare you kill my granddaughter Mona! Hand over Xuepao!"

Motang Tianzun roared, her voice carrying for ten thousand li.

She stood outside the sky, coming to demand an explanation.

Or rather, to ask for compensation.

An Xunlu's expression changed slightly at the sound.

Then Qi Yuan leaned close to her and said in a low voice: "The old one is here. Go call Heijian, see if he can kill her?"

An Xunlu's face flushed bright red, and she gritted her teeth: "You're dreaming!"

This was a Yang Shen Tianzun!

This Xuepao had the audacity to actually kill Mona.

She looked at Qi Yuan, her eyes filled with wariness.

Mona was a famous prodigy of Guiyu Tian.

Thousands of years ago, she was defeated by Brother Heijian in three sword strokes.

But one must know that even Bingjian could not withstand Brother Heijian's three sword strokes.

Xuepao was actually able to kill Mona—this strength... might even be a cut above Bingjian!

Beside them, Ziyuan Xiaolu blinked her eyes: "Senior Brother Xuepao is amazing!"

She said triumphantly.

At this moment, Qi Yuan said to An Xunlu: "Sigh, since Heijian can't kill, why are you helping him show off? Doesn't he have his own hands?"

(End of this chapter)