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Chapter 270: I Am Them...
Chapter 270: I Am Them...
By the side of the Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society, over twenty Dark Deities had cold and sinister expressions.
They were all Dark Deities from the Dark Sky Region, secretly loyal to the Dark Sun under the leadership of the Grandmaster.
They all stared at Qi Yuan as if looking at a dead man.
"I never thought that we would have the fortune to witness the fall of such a peerless Great Venerable!"
They were merely Venerables, and in the face of a Great Venerable, they were extremely humble.
When facing the master of the Dark Sun, they felt as insignificant as dust.
Now, seeing Qi Yuan, they became even more mocking.
"After cultivating for so many years, your vision is still so narrow, just like a pathetic loser," Qi Yuan boasted.
Without further ado, he shouted loudly.
"My enemy, come out and face your death!"
His voice thundered like lightning, causing the entire Thunderbolt Valley secret realm to tremble, and even the space seemed to wrinkle.
The sound was so powerful that it could annihilate an entire nation.
The faces of the Dark Deity Venerables turned pale, as the mere sound shook their spirits and divine power, making them feel like they were facing a towering giant demon.
The Grandmaster's expression also changed.
He knew that there was a significant gap in strength between him and the Blood Robe Sword God, but he hadn't expected it to be this vast.
Perhaps... the Blood Robe Sword God was not far from becoming a Mythic.
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"
The Grandmaster shouted, and a mechanical bird appeared beside him.
"You are strong, but I have thirty-six pig slaves comparable to the Lei Family Four Generals. Come out!"
As the Grandmaster spoke, the Thunderbolt Valley shook violently, and cracks appeared as terrifying shadows emerged.
A two-headed man wielded a golden spear, his eyes empty sockets, and his body clad in tattered armor, seemingly aged over a million years, decayed beyond recognition.
A colossal dragon-elephant roared, each hoof the size of a small mountain.
One by one, formidable beings appeared, their auras suppressed to the extreme.
Qi Yuan's eyes flashed with cold determination, memorizing the appearance of each puppet.
These puppets, in their previous lives, were Mythic powerhouses who had resisted the Great Calamity.
Unfortunately, after their deaths, they were refined into puppets, causing misery to the mortal world.
Today, after their fall, the world would likely forget them.
"Are these pig slaves enough to kill you?" The Grandmaster boasted arrogantly.
Thirty-six powerhouses comparable to the Heaven Treading Six Steps was an awe-inspiring accumulation.
He had learned from the elders in the Upper Realm that even there, not every world had such an accumulation.
Without a Mythic, these thirty-six Heaven Treading Six Steps were enough to sweep across the world.
Even a Mythic, facing thirty-six Heaven Treading Six Steps willing to sacrifice themselves, could only retreat.
"First, they are not pig slaves. Second, it's not enough. Lastly, I'm in a hurry, rushing to attend my own funeral feast. Hurry up!"
As a Primordial Seed, he was about to die, and if he didn't eat his own funeral feast, it would be a waste.
Moreover, he wasn't sure if he would have a funeral or if anyone would attend.
"Madness!" The Grandmaster mocked, "Since you insist, I'll send you off.
Come out, the Four Divine Generals of Heaven Splitting!"
The Grandmaster roared, his face filled with fervent excitement.
The Four Divine Generals of Heaven Splitting were once powerful Mythics, close to becoming Yang Deities.
Otherwise, as refined puppets, they wouldn't retain Mythic-level combat power.
These four were the strongest foundation of Thunderbolt Valley!
Qi Yuan looked ahead, and in the void ahead, a ripple appeared.
The space seemed like a wall with four windows torn open, revealing four formidable silhouettes.
Seeing these four, Qi Yuan's gaze turned cold.
On their robust bodies, not a single piece of clothing was worn.
Two men and two women, their skin was like ancient bronze or white satin.
But on their bodies... were signs of destruction.
One long-haired man had a hole in his throat, seemingly filled with a metallic substance, yet blood still seeped out.
Some arms were already broken, crudely sewn back together with needles and thread.
The Grandmaster's expression was wild and crazy, and he inserted his finger into a Mythic puppet's mouth as if he were a god ruling the world, even Mythic powerhouses becoming his servants.
"With four Mythics, who in the Canglan Realm... would dare to defy us!"
In his wild state, he seemed like a Mythic himself.
"Hmph!"
Qi Yuan snorted coldly.
At this moment, divine power erupted.
The entire Thunderbolt Valley was plunged into the Void Realm.
The Grandmaster was not surprised but arrogantly commanded, "Kill!"
Following his order and control, thirty-six Heaven Treading Six Steps turned to Qi Yuan in unison.
Their eyes were devoid of emotion.
Thirty-six divine domains converged, all aimed at Qi Yuan.
The combined might of thirty-six Shen Yu exerted immense pressure, even the Mythical could not escape its formidable aura.
"So what if you killed the Lei Family's Four Generals? There are thirty-six Sky Striding Six Steps here!"
"Such an overwhelming battle is too dull," the Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society remarked lightly.
Qi Yuan, rarely agreeing with those who sought to kill, added, "Indeed, it's uninteresting."
But he quickly interjected, "This isn't your overwhelming battle, it's mine!"
At that moment, the long sword in Qi Yuan's hand emitted a resounding sword cry.
"Shen Yu Kai!" he roared.
Instantly, over five thousand Divine Infants within his body resonated simultaneously.
All the Shen Yu unfolded in that instant, merging into a miniature version of the Shen Yu, a condensed form representing the collective power of the Divine Infants.
As the miniature Shen Yu expanded, it began to devour the Shen Yu of the thirty-six Great Venerables, like a terrifying beast in the darkness.
"What is this?" The Grandmaster was startled.
As a Great Venerable himself, he was well aware of the nature of Shen Yu. But the Shen Yu before him defied his understanding.
Wind, fire, lightning, plague, birth, calamity... The Shen Yu, typically a prototype of certain rules, was now a chaotic amalgamation.
A Great Venerable usually mastered only one type of Shen Yu. Each additional type mastered would exponentially increase the difficulty of advancement.
How many types of Shen Yu did the Blood Robe Sword God possess? Ten? A hundred? A thousand? It was impossible to count, truly incomprehensible.
How could a Great Venerable have such a diverse Shen Yu? The Grandmaster struggled to comprehend.
"Give me your Shen Yu!" Qi Yuan demanded as he unsheathed his sword.
The miniature Shen Yu empowered Qi Yuan's sword, transforming it into a blade of divine might. With each strike, the sword unleashed a deafening roar.
Over twenty Yin Shen Venerables in the vicinity had their garments torn to shreds, their bodies marked with cracks. Even the Grandmaster couldn't escape the onslaught.
"What... What kind of monster are you?" The Grandmaster's eyes widened in shock.
Living beings inherently feared the unknown. Every aspect of the Blood Robe Sword God's performance surpassed the Grandmaster's understanding.
Such a Shen Yu, such a sword technique—they were beyond comprehension.
Moreover, the Grandmaster felt as if the four Mythical puppets were staring at him with the same eerie smile as the Blood Robe Sword God.
Fear gripped the Grandmaster's heart, an inexplicable dread of the unknown.
"Four Divine Generals of Heaven Splitting, attack! Kill him!" The Grandmaster roared, seeking solace in the power of the four generals.
The four massive figures turned towards Qi Yuan, unleashing an overwhelming aura of destruction and death. Each of these generals, in their previous lives, had been unparalleled warriors with the potential to ascend to the Yang Shen realm.
Unfortunately, they had perished during the Great Calamity, their corpses transformed into puppets and subjected to humiliation.
Facing the Four Divine Generals, Qi Yuan remained unperturbed. "With this sword, I shall armor the four!"
A gust of wind signaled the sword's release, and a crimson flash split the world.
The four generals, once unclothed, were now clad in blood-red armor, their bodies shielded.
Qi Yuan, sword in hand, exuded a serene aura, akin to a ruthless executioner. "Some people don't deserve to wear clothes!"
With each strike of his sword, the miniature Shen Yu empowered Qi Yuan.
The Shen Yu of the Four Divine Generals seemed defenseless against Qi Yuan's devouring, allowing him to consume their power without resistance.
The Grandmaster's heart pounded with fear.
Suddenly, he recalled the Blood Robe Sword God's words, claiming that he was the puppeteer of these puppets.
A chilling thought crossed his mind.
Could it be that the Blood Robe Sword God was a collection of the residual souls of these powerful beings?
Countless thoughts raced through his mind.
He had no idea that the miniature sacred realm of Qi Yuan was a gathering of the Three Purities, the Primordial Deities, and the Devouring Origins.
The terror of these three forces was enough to make even a Yang Deity tremble. It was these forces that had created Qi Yuan's sacred realm.
"No... You can be destroyed by the Great Calamity once, and it can happen again!" The Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society trembled as he spoke.
He realized that the pig slave in his hand was becoming weaker and weaker in its resistance.
Qi Yuan's sacred realm continued to devour relentlessly.
This was an utterly unfair battle.
If this continued, his defeat was inevitable.
Only by unleashing the Great Calamity could he possibly stun the Blood Robe Sword God.
"Ridiculous! I didn't grow up drinking Yakult. How could I be scared? Even if it's not the Great Calamity, but the Grand Radiant Palace behind it, I'll personally go and annihilate it!" Qi Yuan spoke softly, his gaze resolute.
Unmatched under the heavens, he was ready to face any enemy from above. After defeating the Great Calamity, he was determined to target the Grand Radiant Palace directly, destroying their very lair!
The battle raged on, but it was a one-sided affair.
In just a few dozen breaths, Qi Yuan's sacred realm seemed to have devoured all the other sacred realms.
The puppets appeared to have lost their fighting spirit.
The Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society could no longer hold back, "Spare me, and I'll offer you the technique to control these flesh pigs.
From now on, you'll have four Mythical-level servants and thirty-six Ascend Sky Six Steps Great Venerables at your command!"
Naturally, Qi Yuan had no intention of controlling the puppets; he was merely buying time to ensure his survival.
Qi Yuan glanced at all the puppets, his eyes filled with complexity. "These seniors, in their lifetimes, refused to be confined to the Canglan Realm. They fought for freedom.
After their deaths, how could I possibly control their corpses and deny them freedom in death?"
Qi Yuan considered himself a kind and virtuous person, and such an act was beyond him.
The Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society was at a loss for words. He only felt Qi Yuan's hypocrisy or foolishness.
Such a massive benefit, and yet he was willing to give it up for the sake of his reputation.
"If the seniors are unwilling to control these pig slaves, I, as a humble servant, am willing to take their place and control them on their behalf!" The Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society hurriedly added.
He had long lost his backbone, valuing his life above all else.
He believed that the Blood Robe Sword God was merely seeking fame, and he was content to let him handle the dirty work.
"Killing you will only dirty my hands," Qi Yuan said, looking at the Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society with disdain.
The Grandmaster's face lit up with joy, thinking Qi Yuan was about to spare him.
However, he heard Qi Yuan's cold voice, "Fortunately, I wash my hands daily, so I'm not afraid of getting them dirty."
As Qi Yuan spoke, a blood-red longsword tore through the sky above Thunderbolt Valley.
The Dark Deity puppets made no attempt to resist, allowing the sword to pierce the Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society.
Ordinary Dark Deity Venerables, witnessing this scene, fled in panic.
But their speed was no match for Qi Yuan's sword aura or the spreading influence of his sacred realm.
The Dark Deity puppets from the Dark Sky Region had lost their previous advantage. Without making a sound, they quietly perished within Qi Yuan's sacred realm.
As for the Grandmaster of the Divine Flower Society, he was directly impaled by Qi Yuan's sword.
"Your sacred realm is too filthy; it's better to pierce it with a sword," Qi Yuan said as he rotated his hand clockwise and then counterclockwise, as if stirring the blood-red longsword within the Grandmaster's body.
In an instant, the Grandmaster's body shattered and vanished.
The Grandmaster's face still held a look of disbelief.
He couldn't comprehend why the Blood Robe Sword God would give up such a significant benefit just to kill him.
In the next moment, all the Dark Deities from the Dark Sky Region perished at Qi Yuan's hands.
Holding the blood-red sword, Qi Yuan gazed at the thirty-six Ascend Sky Six Steps Great Venerables and four Mythical powerhouses before him.
His eyes held a hint of complexity.
"Divine Light Sect's Qi Yuan bids farewell to the seniors," he said.
With a single sword strike, the world turned crimson.
It was as if the heavens were bleeding, or perhaps weeping.
The puppets remained motionless, allowing the sword to fall upon their bodies.
A crisp sound echoed.
The bodies of the forty powerhouses shattered and finally disappeared.
Dust returned to dust, earth to earth, and they were extinguished in the Canglan Realm.
Qi Yuan's gaze grew deeper, and he muttered, "Now... their sacred realms have become a part of me. Doesn't that mean that by killing the Great Calamity, I'm avenging myself?"
Of course, these once-fallen warriors couldn't transform into his Divine Infants like his people did.
By slaying the Great Calamity, he was avenging himself, albeit reluctantly.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared in Qi Yuan's eyes.
He was indeed busy.
Not only was he occupied with his own feast, but he was also busy seeking revenge.
(End of Chapter)
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