Chapter 471: Remnant Robe Soul Appears, Kill!

Chapter 471: The Remnant Robe’s Wraith Appears, Slay!

“A battle so earth-shattering, it could be recorded in the annals of the Sixth Heaven—yet, sadly, you are its sole spectator.”

Qi Yuan sighed.

These years of combat had been breathtaking.

Even for Qi Yuan, he was nearly at his wit’s end.

Some of the most exquisite moments made him wish he could record them, compile a highlight reel, set it to the grand or mournful soundtrack of *The Wasteland*, and broadcast it as a panoramic review for all in the Sixth Heaven to see.

It would surely stun many cultivators.

The Stone Disk, hearing this, was once again bewildered.

Was this battle… truly of such high caliber?

“You may return first. I need to review where I fell short today, so I won’t repeat the same mistakes tomorrow!”

Qi Yuan waved a hand casually, and the Stone Disk’s figure vanished.

In the empty hall, only Qi Yuan remained.

“When he started cursing my mother in roundabout ways, I did get a bit red-hot. Luckily, the black robe covered me, so he didn’t notice my discomfort.”

“Like this… starting tomorrow, I’ll add some background music to bolster my courage. In the BGM, I am invincible!”

“Bolster my courage, save this socially anxious soul!”

The next day.

In the vast palace, warm sunlight shone.

The black-robed man lay on a recliner, basking in the warmth.

Suddenly, a breeze stirred.

From the earth came the thud of footsteps, shaking the ground as if the palace itself might tremble and collapse.

A man appeared, built like a double-door refrigerator, his eyes carrying a profound depth.

He descended like a majestic divine general, come to slay demons and vanquish evil.

“You’re here,” spoke the black-robed man from the recliner, his voice calm. The robe obscured his expression.

“Your grandfather is here!” Dao Bu’er rumbled.

“Your grandfather lies right here.”

The voice was serene, yet to Dao Bu’er, it struck like thunder in his mind—

As if the Thunder God from the Ninth Heaven roared.

His consciousness wavered, a flicker of doubt crossing his thoughts.

“Could it be that this black-robed man truly is my grandfather? Why else would he be immune to my Radiant Word?”

But no sooner had the thought arisen than he crushed it.

“Ha! I am older than you, so I am your grandfather!” Dao Bu’er said flatly, a smug look on his face.

Lately, in his clashes with the mysterious black-robed man, he had gained the upper hand.

“And that… is your excuse for not bathing?” Qi Yuan’s voice remained calm.

As he spoke, he clapped his hands.

Instantly, sixty-seven wraiths entered the palace.

These wraiths held little red flowers, drums, gongs, and other instruments. Their faces bore exaggerated makeup, red and white, bizarrely striking.

“BGM, commence!” Qi Yuan snapped his fingers.

At once, the sixty-seven wraiths began to dance a yangge, their mouths emitting cheerful sounds.

“Dao Bu’er doesn’t bathe!”

“Dao Bu’er doesn’t bathe!”

Joyful voices, graceful dance moves, accompanied by the lively clang of gongs and drums, wove a surreal scene.

Dao Bu’er’s expression shifted slightly, feeling humiliated. Then he sneered coldly, “Is this all you have left? It seems… you’re destined to be the grandson!”

“Dao Bu’er doesn’t bathe,” Qi Yuan drawled lazily.

“Is this all you can do? Too afraid to face me head-on?”

“Did you bathe last night?”

“You…”

Time flowed, and soon half a month had passed.

Few cultivators ventured near the great hall, or even for hundreds of miles around.

Only the wraith army remained loyal, drilling daily to forge a disciplined force.

Shi Pan stayed in his cave, reading a message on a jade slip. His eyes turned cold. “Aqin, if you speak like this again, we can’t even be friends. Everything I have was bestowed by the Lord. How could I ever betray him?”

The one contacting him was a female cultivator he knew, sweet and lovely, with a yin-god great-grandmother.

She had feelings for him and was now urging him to flee.

How could he ever abandon Qi Yuan?

Everything he had came from the Lord.

What Aqin gave him… emotional value, and what else?

After speaking, Shi Pan tucked the jade slip into his storage pouch and ignored it.

“If the Radiant Gate comes… how should the Lord respond?”

Truth be told, Shi Pan secretly worried for Qi Yuan.

After all, every cultivator spoke of the Radiant Gate’s might, its master invincible, unbeatable.

Even Shi Pan, hearing it so often, felt his heart pound.

In a distant place, cultivators gathered, their expressions uneasy.

“Tonight is the Yin Wraith Night. According to… past custom, the Radiant Gate Master will surely appear.

That… Celestial Lord is in danger.”

“Hmph, that Celestial Lord brought it upon himself. That’s the Radiant Clan!”

“Liu Xi, lucky you didn’t work for him, or you’d be dead too!”

Nearby, Liu Xi sipped his wine, his thoughts tangled, offering no reply.

“I heard that Celestial Lord… was gravely injured, his soul damaged, his mind addled. They say these past years, he’s been trading insults daily with a rogue cultivator.”

“If his mind weren’t broken, why would he still be here?”

Hearing this, Liu Xi couldn’t help but say, “Regardless, without that Lord, we’d have to hide in wind caves on Wraith Night, which is quite inconvenient. That Lord has done us a kindness. It’s best not to slander him.”

The other cultivators shrugged at this and said no more about Qi Yuan.

"It is said that on every Pure Yin Soul Night, an ancient revenant appears, reigning supreme over the world. This time, I wonder if we might have the chance to behold the form of that primordial mighty one!"

A Great Venerable spoke, his eyes brimming with intense curiosity.

On ordinary Soul Nights, with soul armies patrolling the heavens, they dared not venture out.

Now, the entire soul army had been imprisoned by that Heavenly Venerable, so even on Soul Nights they dared to go out.

On Pure Yin Soul Night, that ancient mighty revenant would not indiscriminately slaughter cultivators like the soul army did.

Thus, they were safe.

"That ancient revenant—what realm does it belong to? Can it rival the Great Principle realm?" a cultivator asked nervously.

The Great Principle, in their understanding, was the pinnacle of strength.

"This Tiankun Strange Land must have boasted a brilliant civilization in ancient times. What a pity."

A cultivator sighed.

"I wonder if the Sixth Heaven, after countless ages, will end up like this?"

"If so, we might not even match a mere soldier in the soul army!"

Liu Xi sipped his wine, listening to the sighs, and for a moment felt lost.

Night slowly descended.

All the cultivators gathered together; no one went to the Wind Cave.

Tonight's night was especially still, and the wind blew with an eerie strangeness.

After an unknown span of time, suddenly a desolate and solemn horn call rang out.

As if in a trance, all the cultivators felt themselves transported to an ancient battlefield.

Shattered, desolate, blazing fire, blood...

Flashing blades and swords, broken flying boats, hanging upside down in the vast sky.

Countless lights and shadows, innumerable roars.

Dense torrents of iron clashing.

Bang!

Then utter silence!

Or perhaps the ultimate romance of a man.

"Though there is nothing, I feel... endless sorrow."

"This great battle must have been incredibly brutal, right?"

"Behind the battle line, not a single man remained!"

Just as the crowd was swept up in the emotion, abruptly, the heavens and earth turned blood-red.

A tattered afterimage suddenly appeared.

"The ancient revenant has appeared!"

"Look!"

The crowd fixed their gaze, but could not clearly see the afterimage—or rather, what they saw was merely a tattered robe.

The body was shattered, yet the tattered robe still fought on!

The robe was stained with blood, whether from enemies or its owner, none could tell.

At that moment, a vast voice suddenly echoed from the sky.

"You and I share the same origin—return to your place at once!"

As the voice fell, the crowd looked up to the sky and saw, amid the blood-red, a cluster of holy light shining especially bright.

The cultivators present held their breath instantly.

"This is... the Lord of the Holy Light Sect!"

The entire Tiankun Strange Land was blood-red in the sky.

Yet everyone could see that cluster of holy light.

Who else could it be but the Lord of the Holy Light Sect?

These cultivators trembled, fear in their hearts.

But it was merely reverence from the depths of their souls.

After all, such a mighty one regarded them as mere insects, paying them no heed.

Outside the great hall, Shi Pan heard the voice and widened his eyes: "This voice... why is it so familiar!"

The voice of the Holy Light Sect Lord was exactly the same as the one who came daily to curse at the master.

Coincidence?

Or... a terrifying guess arose in Shi Pan's mind.

At that moment, Dao Bu'er stood in the sky, gazing at the tattered robe with a solemn expression.

"Indeed, he is immune to my Holy Light Words!"

His sole purpose in coming here was that tattered robe.

Thus, he had used various means to control the soul army, hoping to achieve his goal through them.

But the soul army had not been mastered.

Nor could he control the tattered robe.

"It seems that to seize the opportunity here, I need..." Dao Bu'er's gaze grew deep.

He needed to control that mysterious black-robed figure.

Though troublesome, that black-robed figure was still easier to subdue than the tattered robe.

Of course, he had not yet given up and continued to shout at the tattered robe.

"You and I share the same origin—return at once!"

The voice was like a demonic sound, heard by all cultivators in Tiankun Strange Land.

Liu Xi and the others watched, awe-struck.

"Is this the power of a Yang God Heavenly Venerable?"

"If they were outside this strange land, they could even swallow it in one gulp!"

"Such Holy Light Words—I fear no Yang God Heavenly Venerable in the Sixth Heaven can resist them!"

"Alas, since this Holy Light clan member has appeared, that master's fate is sealed!"

Murmurs and whispers continued.

Yet at that moment, a somewhat lazy voice suddenly came.

"I was wondering why you didn't come to curse at me today—turns out you were saving your strength to deal with this big fellow!"

A man in black robes appeared, his entire form shrouded in darkness, obscuring his face from view.

The cultivators present, hearing this, their expressions shifted sharply.

“Is this… that Celestial Venerable?”

“How dare he? This is the Holy Light Clan!”

“The Word of Holy Light—even a Great Principle cannot evade it, he…”

“Wait, a quarrel… could it be?”

Suddenly, one cultivator thought of something, his face turning deathly pale.

The other cultivators, upon hearing this, their expressions also changed violently.

Rumors had long persisted that the Celestial Venerable’s mind was addled, that he daily bickered with a mysterious cultivator, for years on end.

Could it be that the mysterious cultivator was none other than the Holy Light Sect’s master!

As this dawned on them, their hearts churned with tempestuous waves; some felt themselves clowns.

Yet more than anything, they were baffled.

The Word of Holy Light, unmatched—why could that Celestial Venerable evade it?

At that moment, Dao Bu’er gazed at Qi Yuan, murderous intent flaring in his eyes: “Indeed, your feigned weakness toward me all this time—it was an act!”

Dao Bu’er stared at Qi Yuan; on Qi Yuan’s person, there was now no trace of being affected by his Holy Light Word.

“Heh, you caught me.” Qi Yuan admitted openly.

For Dao Bu’er’s electricity had nearly been drained by him, so… his acting grew ever more careless.

Dao Bu’er’s expression remained unchanged: “I’ll give you a chance—help me control this tattered-robed wraith, and I’ll spare your life!”

Even without the Holy Light Word, Dao Bu’er’s battle prowess was astonishing; he deemed himself able to slay Qi Yuan.

Moreover, Qi Yuan had once visited the Sixth Heaven; his path ahead was severed.

“Who gave you the confidence to spare my life? I’m afraid you don’t bathe daily and your brain’s gone rotten?” Qi Yuan said, exasperated.

“Under the Great Principle, I am invincible. You bear no mark of the Great Principle—you are not a Great Principle. A mere Principle… what can you use to fight me?” Dao Bu’er said calmly.

In these years of quarreling with Qi Yuan, he had constantly watched him.

When the other used a talent akin to the Holy Light Word, it was hard to conceal his aura, yet he had never leaked the aura of a Great Principle.

The other should be like him—a Principle.

He must have a good ancestor; otherwise, entering this strange land, he would have descended to the Great Heavenly Realm.

Since he was a Principle, he had no fear.

“I am indeed not a Great Principle,” Qi Yuan did not hide it, “but don’t underestimate me. I, a mere Purple Mansion, dare to rebel against fate’s injustice!”

The weak draw their blades against those weaker still.

Only the strong dare to strike at those stronger.

He, with a Purple Mansion body, challenged a Principle—truly a bold warrior!

Dao Bu’er frowned slightly: “Is it still amusing to pretend before me? I saw long ago that you are but an ordinary Principle.”

He seemed as if victory was already in his grasp, brimming with confidence.

“Your bloodline intrigues me. Since I cannot have you, I must destroy you!” Dao Bu’er’s expression turned cold.

What he most desired was, of course, to slowly control Qi Yuan.

Then through Qi Yuan, to command the army of yin souls.

But the Holy Light Word was ineffective.

He dared not delay further; if he procrastinated for millions of years and Qi Yuan stepped into the Great Principle, he would be finished.

As for the tattered-robed wraith, he would ponder other means; at worst, he would waste a few million years—there would always be a chance.

“If you can’t have it, destroy it—that nature of yours is too dangerous. No wonder the tattered-robed wraith won’t listen to you. You must treat them with sincerity.” Qi Yuan’s expression was calm.

As his exchange with Dao Bu’er continued, all the power in Dao Bu’er, that living battery, had been drained for him; it was time to win the argument physically.

Qi Yuan, speaking, waved at the tattered-robed wraith: “Old dead one, want to come to my place for a meal? Your brothers and sisters are all at my home!”

Dao Bu’er’s gaze turned to the tattered-robed wraith; a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes.

For under his Holy Light Word, the tattered-robed wraith remained unmoved, as if it had not heard.

But Qi Yuan’s words made the tattered-robed wraith pause slightly.

Thus, if given enough time, Qi Yuan could truly influence and control that tattered-robed one.

Dao Bu’er’s eyes showed a hint of regret: “A disobedient dog—better to kill it!”

“Time to start fighting?” Qi Yuan looked at Dao Bu’er, asking casually.

Dao Bu’er did not reply, only staring coldly at Qi Yuan with his small head.

“Before we fight, I must state clearly: I am not attacking you out of shame for losing the argument these past years!

It’s because your character is too low, and you often kill wantonly. I must represent justice and judge you!” Qi Yuan felt the need to explain.

Otherwise, the cultivators in Tiankun Strange Land might think he was a hot-tempered man who, unable to win a quarrel, resorted to violence!

That would tarnish his majestic and towering image.

Meanwhile, Liu Xi blinked his eyes and secretly transmitted: “Are you sure these two are both Celestial Venerables? Their behavior…”

He dared not say the harsh words.

The cultivators who heard the transmission nodded in agreement.

These two Yang Gods were somewhat eccentric.

“If your innate divine ability is useless, why say so much?” Dao Bu’er said coldly, “Kill!”

At that moment, he no longer used the Holy Light Word, but struck openly and uprightly.

The world believed that the Holy Light Clan’s greatest reliance was the Holy Light Word.

But Dao Bu’er was different.

His name was Dao Bu’er, a prodigy ranked among the top ten on the Holy Light Clan’s Heavenly Pride List.

His battle prowess was especially astonishing.

Though at the Principle realm, relying solely on combat strength, he could clash briefly with a Great Principle and then flee.

“You are not a Great Principle—today, only death awaits you!”

Dao Bu’er let out a great shout.

A terrifying aura swept forth.

In Tiankun Strange Land, countless auras stirred.

All the cultivators, seeing this, their earlier disdain turned to shock.

For the spiritual energy within Tiankun Strange Land was, at that moment, suddenly drained dry.

Even the spiritual energy within their bodies was depleted in that instant, leaving them as ordinary mortals.

A single strike from the Yang God—so terrifying, who could withstand it?

Yet in the next breath, Dao Bu'er's expression shifted slightly.

The black-robed man moved: "So what if I'm not the Great Principle? Just because I'm from the Zifu, you think you can bully me?

Don't you understand the weight of being the number one Zifu of the Sixth Heaven?"

As his voice rang out, the black robe suddenly fell away.

A man clad in blood-red armor appeared abruptly, wielding a blood-colored longsword, his aura deep as the ocean, unfathomable.

"Against a drained power bank like you, I need only one sword!"

One sword struck!

The wind and clouds did not stir!

Even heaven and earth showed no change whatsoever.

Qi Yuan's sword strike was plain and unadorned, lacking the spectacle that shook the entire Tiankun Qidi like Dao Bu'er's.

An ordinary sword thrust, much like a general in the mortal world lunging forward.

Yet this single strike, Dao Bu'er could not defend against.

Because standing before him was Qi Yuan—thirteenth-layer *Ancestral Blood Art*, War God realm comparable to the Great Principle, fused with Xiao Jia in a terrifying combat state, Five Elements Qi Refining, Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, Stellar Golden Core, Innate Divine Demon Nascent Soul, number one Zifu of the Sixth Heaven!

The longer the title, the stronger Qi Yuan became.

"Right now, killing you… is an instant kill!"

As the words fell, the sword came down with no technique at all.

Dao Bu'er's body shattered.

Qi Yuan watched the disbelief on Dao Bu'er's face; there was one more thing he hadn't said.

"Kid, showing up before me every day—do you really think I'm blind… and can't see your weakness?"

He had stared at the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner so often that he'd spotted its flaws.

Dao Bu'er came to quarrel with him daily, and Qi Yuan even knew what color his underwear was.

One sword out, principle extinguished!

Such was the might of Qi Yuan's sword!

(End of chapter)