Chapter 444: Yin God Is This Weak? A Pseudo-God, Right!

Chapter 444: Are Yin Gods So Weak? They Must Be False Gods!

Azure clouds hung low, the land dreamlike and illusory, with streaks of light flashing by from time to time.

In the void, many powerful auras lurked faintly.

Qi Yuan glanced at the sky, brows furrowed in thought: "Strong ones... more and more."

He also sensed that some majestic being seemed to have descended.

These days, one after another, powerful beings had descended into the Realm of Ultimate Truth, and Qi Yuan kept an extremely low profile.

He was no match for any of these strong ones.

If he provoked them, it would likely end badly.

"I wonder if that one from the Taihuang Palace has come."

Qi Yuan pondered this.

Just then, a boisterous voice rang out.

"Are you really going to that so-called Yin God Discourse Gathering?" Sister Oxhorn approached, the ethereal purple robe draped over her looking oddly rustic.

"Yes." Qi Yuan nodded.

Today was the moment the Yin God Discourse Gathering began.

"Don't tell me you have the leisure to lecture them?" Sister Oxhorn said with a teasing look.

"I'm here to listen."

Qi Yuan answered seriously.

Cultivators attending the Yin God Discourse Gathering were divided into lecturers and listeners.

The listeners were naturally all Purple Mansion cultivators, seated at the back, listening to the Yin Gods' teachings.

The lecturers were mostly Yin God prodigies invited by the Ultimate Truth Discourse Gathering to give talks.

Prodigies like Sister Oxhorn had all received invitations from the Ultimate Truth Discourse Gathering, but naturally, they didn't go.

Because she was going to the Yang God Discourse Gathering.

Prodigies like them attended the Yang God one—why would they go to the Yin God one?

"You, this guy... the Yin God Discourse Gathering and the Yang God Discourse Gathering happen at the same time. If you go listen, you'll miss out." Sister Oxhorn couldn't help reminding him again.

After all, such a grand event was rare in ten thousand years.

"Cultivation must proceed step by step. I'm just a small Purple Mansion cultivator—why would I skip the Yin God Discourse Gathering to run to the Yang God one?"

Qi Yuan shrugged, unconcerned.

Once he understood the path of the Yin God, he could switch to the alias of Demon Blazing Heavenly Lord and comprehend at the Wall of Ultimate Truth.

Comprehend his own ultimate truth.

But before that, he still needed to figure out where his Yin God path lay.

It sounded contradictory, but Qi Yuan found it perfectly reasonable.

After all, no law said one couldn't comprehend ultimate truth without first understanding the Yin God path.

"It's fine, you're talented, do as you please." Sister Oxhorn said, then swayed her hips and left.

Qi Yuan tidied up a bit, transformed into a streak of light, and vanished.

When he reappeared, he landed before a certain pavilion.

"Are you... Wan Dao?"

Just then, a warm voice came.

"I'm Lin Daihu!"

Two men and one woman walked toward Qi Yuan, the leading pale-faced scholar wearing a smile.

To attend the Yin God Discourse Gathering, one needed to register and join a group.

Qi Yuan registered and joined a group under the name Wan Dao, and was pulled into a group by this Lin Daihu.

Lin Daihu was a very outgoing person, having formed a small Purple Mansion clique to attend the Yin God Discourse Gathering.

They would attend together, look out for each other, and discuss the Dao.

"This is Feng Can, and this is Yu Jiao." Lin Daihu introduced them warmly.

Qi Yuan glanced at the two indifferently—hm, very ordinary Purple Mansion cultivators.

Ordinary in cultivation, ordinary in appearance, and seemingly ordinary in background.

That was good; Qi Yuan was used to being free and didn't want to run into some cultivator with a nose in the air at this time.

If it weren't for Lin Daihu's excessive warmth and Qi Yuan's social anxiety making it hard to refuse, he definitely wouldn't have come.

"Brother Lin, you're most familiar with the Yin God Discourse Gathering. Which senior's lecture do you think is the most unique and interesting?" Qi Yuan asked Lin Daihu.

This was also his purpose in coming here.

Lin Daihu had done a lot of homework on this Yin God Discourse Gathering.

Qi Yuan was rather lazy and had hardly prepared.

"For the more unique ones, you'd have to go to the Yellow Character Zone, but... the lectures there are too unconstrained; ordinary people might not be able to accept them." Lin Daihu answered a bit, also giving Qi Yuan a warning.

"Generally, only those who find it hard to step into the Yin God realm go to the Yellow Character Zone. Why would Fellow Daoist Wan Dao go? Are you seeking insights for relatives or friends?" Yu Jiao asked curiously.

Generally, those who could come to the Realm of Ultimate Truth and attend this Yin God Discourse Gathering must have some background—how could they lack confidence in entering the Yin God realm?

So Yu Jiao speculated that Qi Yuan was here for his relatives and friends.

Then she further speculated that Qi Yuan probably came from a poor background but had talent, joining a large sect.

But with his family as a burden.

"No, for myself." Qi Yuan answered truthfully, his expression grave. "Cultivation is too hard. Every step is like walking on thin ice; there are too many dangers on the path."

"What Fellow Daoist Wan Dao says is right. We are ordinary in talent and background, unable to compare with those prodigies.

The path of cultivation is a struggle against heaven and earth; every step cannot afford a mistake." Lin Daihu couldn't help but sigh.

That was why he liked to make friends everywhere.

And he didn't even spare resources.

"Exactly, it's too hard. If it weren't for my good luck and cleverness, I'd probably be dead by now.

On my cultivation path, even a Yang God would probably end up finished." Qi Yuan shrugged.

The three beside him were taken aback by this. Yu Jiao pursed her lips but said nothing.

Lin Daihu, however, smiled: "It seems Fellow Daoist's cultivation path is indeed fraught with danger."

"I'm going to the Yellow Character Zone. Where are you all going?" Qi Yuan asked.

"Why not go together? The Yin God Discourse Gathering will last a long time anyway. It might be nice to hear some imaginative ideas first—who knows, we might gain something." Lin Daihu said.

The other two nodded, not refusing.

“Very well.”

The four of them headed toward the Yellow Character Zone of the Yin Spirit Discourse Assembly.

The Realm of Ultimate Principle was a vast world.

The domain where the Yin Spirit Discourse Assembly was held lay within a small world.

As soon as Qi Yuan entered, he couldn’t help but click his tongue: “Now, truly, Purple Mansions are worse than dogs.”

Looking around, everywhere were Purple Mansions, a sea of people.

Feng Can chuckled softly: “Here… dogs are a rare commodity.”

Lin Daihu, true to her thorough preparation, led the group to the Yellow Character Zone in no time, and even obtained an immortal boat.

Now, the four of them sat on the immortal boat, gazing at the towering peaks in the distance.

There was still some time before the Yin Spirit Discourse Assembly began, so they chatted idly.

Qi Yuan’s attention turned to the game jade slip.

So far, the game jade slip had loaded two-thirds of its content.

The moment he immersed his consciousness into the game jade slip, Qi Yuan heard the Soundless Voice.

“You’re not spying on me, are you? I appear and you start talking?”

“I don’t have time to chat now, and I don’t want to tell you any more Journey to the West sequels. I have to attend the Yin Spirit Discourse Assembly.

Alas, the Yin Spirit realm is so, so difficult.”

Qi Yuan sighed.

For some reason, Qi Yuan found that communicating with the Soundless Voice could speed up the launch of the new game.

So, he often chatted with the Soundless Voice, whether he had anything to say or not.

But he was socially anxious, and daily conversations easily fell into awkward silence.

After all, he would randomly blurt out things like, “Have you eaten? What are you doing?”

The other party clearly had no mouth—probably blind, unable to eat.

So, Qi Yuan simply told stories to pass the time.

The master of this Soundless Voice also loved listening.

“I’ll tell you a bit, then.”

“Sun Wukong, facing the Buddha Without Heaven, was about to transform and slaughter him.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light blazed, and the Little Calabash Hero appeared, shouting at Sun Wukong, ‘Dad, the Buddha Without Heaven is Grandpa!’

Sun Wukong was utterly bewildered, feeling the world spin…”

When telling a story, you have to go wild, of course.

And to avoid plagiarism, you always have to tweak it a little.

If you don’t tweak it, how can you show your skill? After all, in Calabash Brothers, Grandpa’s identity is unknown.

Making him the Buddha Without Heaven—that’s not too much, is it?

Qi Yuan rambled on nonsense.

After who knows how long, Lin Daihu reminded him from the side.

“Wan Dao, the Yin Spirit Discourse Assembly has begun! They’re about to expound the Dao!” Lin Daihu’s voice came.

Qi Yuan withdrew his consciousness from the game jade slip.

He sat on the immortal boat and looked up at the sky.

There, in the heavens, were countless peaks.

Peaks stood in clusters, suspended at the edge of the sky, hidden in mist and clouds.

On each peak sat dozens of Yin Spirits, wrapped in immortal energy, their immortal robes fluttering.

“The path of the Yin Spirit lies in the spirit.

The Purple Mansion is mortal; the Yin Spirit is divine.

To enter the Yin Spirit realm, one must transform immortal spiritual power…”

Many Yin Spirits spoke, sharing their understanding of the Yin Spirit path.

As the spirits spoke, their voices resounded, and the principles of heaven and earth constantly trembled.

Seeing this, Lin Daihu’s expression brightened: “Truly worthy of the Yin Spirit’s Dao exposition—hearing a single word feels like gaining something.”

These Yin Spirits expounded the Dao simultaneously; if they wanted to listen to a particular one, they could directly use the compass on the immortal boat to let that voice fall into their ears.

Qi Yuan, meanwhile, listened to these people’s expositions, closing his eyes and pondering deeply.

For Qi Yuan, his Dao was no longer the same as the traditional path of immortal cultivation.

He knew this well.

His path to the Yin Spirit was different from theirs.

He had to forge his own Dao.

But before that, he also needed to gain a deeper understanding of the traditional Yin Spirit path.

About half a day passed.

Qi Yuan felt somewhat disappointed.

Because the Dao these people spoke of was much the same as what he already knew.

“These people are mediocre,” Qi Yuan couldn’t help but remark.

Yu Jiao, beside him, was taken aback: “Fellow Daoist, you have quite the spirit.”

Feng Can also gave Qi Yuan another look, thinking he was somewhat arrogant and ignorant of his place.

Those who could come here to expound the Dao were either the most exceptional prodigies or not far behind.

Among the great powers, they counted as the very top.

Lin Daihu quickly interjected: “We cultivators must neither be arrogant nor belittle ourselves.”

Qi Yuan seemed not to catch the implication in their words, and instead asked, “What do you think is the greatest difference between the Purple Mansion and the Yin Spirit?”

Hearing this, Lin Daihu paused, then answered instinctively: “Converting the spiritual power within the body into immortal spiritual power?”

A Yin Spirit could destroy a nation with a single strike—such was the terror of immortal spiritual power.

No matter how strong a Purple Mansion cultivator’s innate divine ability was, it could not compare to immortal spiritual power; the two were not on the same level.

“But… why, in my memory, are gods omnipotent, yet these Yin Spirits feel like I could crush them with a single slap?”

Qi Yuan mused.

In his view, the gap between gods and humans was vast.

Gods represented, almost, omnipotence.

Even to create a world.

If you cannot even create life, can you still be called a god?

In contrast, the Yin Gods of the Six Heavens were indeed powerful.

But compared to the gods in Qi Yuan’s imagination, the gap was too vast.

“Ahem, Fellow Daoist, you shouldn’t say such things,” Lin Daihu quickly interjected.

After all, it would be bad if some senior overheard.

Qi Yuan, however, continued to immerse himself in this world.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

“These Yin Gods can’t even defeat me, a mere Zifu cultivator.”

“Something is wrong!”

“This means they aren’t true gods—they’re false gods!

“If a god can be killed by a transcendent who surpasses their rank, can they still be called a god?”

In Qi Yuan’s understanding, a god might not be omnipotent or omniscient, but at least they should be vastly powerful.

For a Zifu-level transcendent to slaughter a god—that was far too degrading.

“So, to become a god… at least one must master a divine office… create a world?”

Qi Yuan mused randomly.

The being on Archstar, in Qi Yuan’s perception, was more like a god.

After all, according to Ling Yi, Archstar’s existence originated from her thoughts.

A single thought giving rise to a world—that was a god.

“Therefore, my path to Yin God must follow this standard.”

Qi Yuan pondered seriously.

He hadn’t used his brain in a long time!

Now that he started, he couldn’t stop.

At the same time, he began to use divine methods to further revise the *Qi Yuan Sutra*.

After an unknown time, Qi Yuan paused slightly.

“To create a world, one must first understand the world.

I know the myriad paths, but merely knowing—how can I create?”

This was a conundrum.

“Perhaps I must first become all things to truly comprehend?”

Qi Yuan sank into thought.

He very much wanted to swallow the Blood-Raising Insight Pill.

But he knew it had to be used where it mattered.

After all, before the Wall of Ultimate Truth, this pill would be more useful.

After an unknown time, Qi Yuan opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within.

“Indeed, staying in a place rich with cultural atmosphere makes the mind work faster.”

Regarding the path of Yin God, he now had some vague ideas.

Lin Daihu looked at Qi Yuan: “Fellow Daoist, have you gained something? Want to go with us to the Tianzi area to continue listening?”

Feng Can and Yu Jiao also looked at Qi Yuan.

The Yin God Discourse Assembly would last a long time, and they had gained much in the Huangzi area.

“No, listening further would be pointless,” Qi Yuan shook his head.

Hearing this, Feng Can couldn’t help but say, “Could it be that Fellow Daoist has already awakened?”

Of course, his words carried a hint of sarcasm.

After all, from start to finish, Qi Yuan’s remarks had been somewhat erratic.

Having cultivated immortality for so many years, yet unable to control his temper, often acting superior—this left Feng Can feeling bitter, or rather, disdainful.

“Not yet. I’m in a hurry to attend the Ultimate Truth Discourse Assembly. This Yin God Discourse Assembly is fine as is,” Qi Yuan said lazily.

“The Ultimate Truth Discourse Assembly?” Lin Daihu was stunned, his eyes widening.

The Ultimate Truth Discourse Assembly was an event that only Yang Gods had the chance to attend.

Even among the prodigies of major powers, only the most elite few could go to observe.

Could it be… this Wanjing had hidden his identity and was a peerless genius?

“Bye-bye, everyone.” Qi Yuan paid no heed, leaving directly, his figure vanishing at that moment.

The guards of the Yin God Discourse Assembly dared not stop him as he left.

Yu Jiao’s gaze was complex, a strange sense of loss welling up in her heart.

“What he said… it can’t be true, can it?”

Feng Can paused: “Fellow Daoist Wanjing always speaks erratically; anything he says… is possible.”

He said this as if convincing himself.

Only Lin Daihu showed a happy smile: “If only it were true.”

These were all connections!

(Chapter End)