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Chapter 374: Dongjun's Wall, Spirit Realm Martial Sovereign
Chapter 374: Dongjun's Wall, Spirit Realm Martial Sovereign
A crimson-robed figure strode upon the bridge transformed by the Swift and Hasty Emperors, traveling against the flow of time towards the Origin World.
Traversing through space and time, crossing the Black Sea, and reversing the river of years.
Qi Yuan closed his eyes, sensing the rush of time.
This time, with no one to chat with, he could focus on comprehending the power of time and space, just as he had previously done with the Gate of Diverse Paths.
"This Black Sea... seems unclaimed, right?"
"It's a bit similar to my River of Forgotten Calm."
"Hey, Black Sea, you and I seem to have a connection!" Qi Yuan called out softly towards the Black Sea.
His figure moved against the flow of time, leaving only a faint afterimage."
Within the countless Mountain Sea Scrolls, each figure seemed to sense something, raising their heads to gaze at the sky.
They saw nothing, but in their eyes, a crimson shadow seemed to flash by.
"Is that him?" The memory of a one-eyed man swept through, and his body trembled as the image of a man who once dominated the world and swept through thousands of armies appeared in his mind.
On the boat, Lu Zhen's eyes narrowed: "Master?"
The sword in her hand resonated with a sword cry, and after the initial joy, endless melancholy followed.
Wang Yuan Yu's eyes also revealed a complex expression: "Sir?"
She remembered that the Master had promised to bring her stockings.
In each Mountain Sea Scroll, the worlds Qi Yuan had experienced, awakened the memories of the strong figures within.
This time, Qi Yuan finally returned to the Origin World, traveling against the Black Sea.
As he descended from the bridge, Qi Yuan's expression was unreadable as he looked at the Black Sea.
"You've comprehended the Black Sea, but only found loneliness."
He pretended to be the system, but feigned failure.
The Black Sea was much harder to comprehend than the Gate of Diverse Paths.
That gate, one glance was enough to gain insight.
"Swift and Hasty Emperors, you may return. When I need you, you'll come again."
Qi Yuan spoke softly, gazing at the Swift and Hasty Emperors within the Black Sea.
He also contemplated having them work in the Netherworld, perhaps as guards on the Bridge of Despair.
"To serve our master is our honor."
The Swift and Hasty Emperors replied in unison.
At that moment, Qi Yuan's figure flickered.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at the top of the high tower where the Ancestral Blood Competition took place.
Unlike when he had left, this time upon his return, the top of the tower was crowded with numerous Martial Archmasters.
As far as the eye could see, there were nearly ten thousand of them.
When they saw Qi Yuan appear, these incredibly powerful Martial Archmasters all lowered their heads in reverence.
Those without heads bowed their bodies.
"We pay our respects to the Martial Deity!"
Nearly ten thousand Martial Archmasters looked upon Qi Yuan with awe in their eyes.
Crossing the Black Sea, covering the sky with one hand, and swallowing the sun whole, were feats beyond the capabilities of a Martial Archmaster, and only a Martial Deity could explain it!
Only a Martial Deity could provide an explanation!
The Plump Egg Archmaster's body trembled, and this tremble was one of excitement.
His ancestor was the legendary Martial Deity!
The Black Deer Archduke and the other titled Martial Archmasters also had a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
This time, the Dawn's Cry seemed to have a chance!
Qi Yuan looked at these Martial Archmasters and spoke softly, his thoughts turning to something else.
"In this situation, wouldn't it be more fitting for me to twist my mouth?"
The scene reminded him of a drama plot.
In the show, the useless son-in-law had just eaten a big meal, and suddenly, over ten thousand men in suits appeared and knelt on the ground.
"We welcome the Dragon King!"
How similar was this?
As he spoke, Qi Yuan twisted his mouth in a smile, but the Martial Archmasters around him were perplexed, unable to understand or filled with doubt.
Qi Yuan felt a bit disappointed.
None of them understood his reference.
Someone should have said, "He's going to twist his mouth, let's tear his mouth apart!"
Qi Yuan waved his hand, "I'm just a Martial Archmaster, not a deity. Don't overdo it."
Qi Yuan preferred to be honest and straightforward.
Hearing this, the Martial Archmasters in the room were filled with confusion.
Hey, it's not like I'm pretending to be a deity, right?
If I'm just a Martial Archmaster, what does that make you all?
The scene was already confusing, and now, hearing this, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"What? I... I'm just an ordinary Martial Archmaster."
Qi Yuan's voice trembled slightly, and his expression was a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"You mean... you're the legendary Martial Deity?"
The Black Deer Archduke stepped forward, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"Yes, the Plump Egg Archmaster is our ancestor. The legends are true!"
The Martial Archmasters around Qi Yuan were stunned, and some even knelt down in awe.
"We welcome the Martial Deity! We are honored to be in your presence!"
Qi Yuan's mind raced, processing this unexpected revelation.
"I... I didn't know about this either. It seems my ancestor kept this a secret."
The Martial Archmasters exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of reverence and curiosity.
"So, you're the legendary Martial Deity, the one who crossed the Black Sea and returned with the power of the sun?"
Qi Yuan nodded, his mind still reeling from this sudden turn of events.
"Then, you must be the one who can lead us to victory in the Ancestral Blood Competition!"
The Black Deer Archduke's eyes lit up, and the other Martial Archmasters murmured in agreement.
Qi Yuan felt the weight of their expectations, and he knew he had to live up to this newfound role.
"Let's focus on the task at hand. What is the Spirit Realm Martial Archmaster?"
As he was about to reach the Spirit Realm Martial Sovereign and Human Martial Sovereign realms, Muyan prepared to break through and enter the realm of the Ten Thousand Dao Martial God.
...
Time passed, and the world seemed to have accelerated. The Ancestral Blood Competition proceeded at a much faster pace.
Inside the tall tower.
Muyan's body was covered in blood, and he stared at the terrifying monster ahead. With a loud shout, his Blood Martial Power surged forward without restraint.
"Kill!"
He was determined to be among the top thirty.
Only by entering the top thirty would his ancestor agree to his request and plead for Qi Yuan.
In the Origin World, Qi Yuan would have a chance at survival.
"Die!" Muyan swung his blade downward.
Such a powerful strike could cause rivers to cease flowing and mountains to shift.
The terrifying monster before him was naturally slain by his sword.
After killing the monster, Muyan panted heavily, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
"Next, I'll face ten monsters. If I defeat them, I'll be in the top thirty!"
If even one monster was this challenging, then ten...
He clenched his teeth, his gaze determined.
Holding his large blade, he looked ahead.
However, at that moment, suddenly, his expression tightened.
"Three... hundred?"
In front of him, monsters as large as hills charged towards him.
These monsters, packed together, rushed at him one after another.
What was most pressing was that there were exactly three hundred of them!
Killing a hundred would secure him the first place.
But these three hundred... What the hell?
Was he being targeted?
There was no other explanation.
Otherwise, why would he suddenly encounter three hundred enemies?
"I can't retreat, or... I'll definitely be last!" Muyan thought to himself.
Unbeknownst to him, on a certain floor of the tower, there stood a man in a black robe, perched atop a bamboo pole, his face filled with helplessness.
"Clearly, I'm not afraid of heights. Why... can't I move?" he whimpered.
Meanwhile, Muyan, brandishing his long sword, charged fearlessly towards the three hundred monsters.
Even if he was to be eliminated, he would do so with style.
"You're all going to die, you bastards!"
His strike was powerful, with the might to destroy stars!
Crack!
Muyan blinked, momentarily distracted.
The outcome was not as he had expected.
The three hundred monsters before him seemed like illusions, shattering into meat paste.
He blinked again, "An illusion? Are they fake?"
He was confused, questioning his own eyes.
Could he have slain so many powerful monsters with a single sword strike?
This couldn't be true, could it?
Just then, a gentle voice abruptly sounded.
"What a stunning strike, slaying three hundred monsters with a single sword.
Child, you've reached the pinnacle of the Martial King realm. In this Ancestral Blood Competition, you are the champion!"
"What?" Muyan gripped his sword, bewildered, as he looked at the Martial King's silhouette before him. He doubted if any of this was real.
"As expected of my bloodline, you are the undisputed first Martial King!" A cheerful voice echoed, and a Martial King's figure appeared beside Muyan.
The Martial King gazed at Muyan with eyes filled with admiration and indulgence.
Muyan recognized the newcomer and immediately bowed, "Greetings, Ancestor!"
This Martial King was none other than his ancestor, a Grand Martial King.
At this moment, Muyan was filled with confusion.
Why was his ancestor suddenly so enthusiastic towards him?
"No need for formalities. Becoming the champion of the Ancestral Blood Competition is a joyous occasion!" The Grand Martial King praised, his emotions stirred.
By now, he had concluded that Muyan, his descendant, was the Martial God Qi Yuan.
Otherwise, why would the Martial God mention Muyan and vouch for his potential?
Moreover, even if it wasn't Qi Yuan, if a Martial God had expressed faith in Muyan, and he failed to secure the top spot, wouldn't it be a slap in the face for the Martial God, questioning his judgment? Therefore, at this moment, the winner of the Ancestral Blood Competition could only be Muyan!
Hearing the ancestor's congratulations, Muyan still felt as if he were dreaming, unable to comprehend.
"Since you've claimed the top spot, go and receive the Ancestral Blood Baptism. Quickly become a Martial King and join the ranks of ASEAN!" The Grand Martial King said.
Muyan, hearing this, began to accept reality.
His heart raced with excitement.
Could it be that he was truly a one-in-a-million genius?
In the extreme realm, he had unleashed a strike beyond his current realm, slaying three hundred monsters.
Thinking of this, he felt thrilled.
Indeed, he was the protagonist of this world, the favored child of destiny, blessed with continuous fortuitous encounters.
With this thought, Muyan hurriedly spoke, "Ancestor, this time, can you please..."
He was still anxious about Qi Yuan.
The Grand Martial King looked at Muyan with approval.
Muyan's heart raced, feeling as if his life had taken a turn for the better.
However, he needed to quickly undergo the Ancestral Blood Baptism and become a Martial King.
After all, the ancestor's support for Qi Yuan was a matter of personal connection, and there might be oversights.
As the Martial Wielder, Qi Yuan could finally ensure the safety of the ASEAN region.
With an excited expression, Mu Yan went to undergo the Ancestral Blood Ritual.
At this moment, atop the tall tower, Qi Yuan yawned.
"The Ancestral Blood Competition has finally ended," he said.
The Black Deer Archduke quickly replied, "The Heavenly Venerable has good judgment. Mu Yan has won first place!"
"Oh, is that so? Not bad," Qi Yuan said, having not watched the competition and instead choosing to close his eyes and rest, occasionally discussing the creation of the Netherworld with an online friend.
It must be said that this online friend was truly kind-hearted.
They directly made seven PowerPoint presentations for Qi Yuan, treating them as proposals for the Netherworld.
Such a warm-hearted person was rarely seen.
At that time, the online friend also asked if he could enter the Netherworld and become a small minion if it were built. Qi Yuan agreed without much thought.
"Since it's over, shouldn't Dongjun also come out?" Qi Yuan asked, gazing at the ASEAN wall before him and speaking softly.
"Yes!" The Black Deer Archduke quickly replied, "Please wait a moment, Heavenly Venerable."
In the ASEAN region, several Archduke-level Martial Masters stepped forward.
The overwhelming Blood Martial energy filled the air, and within the tall tower, an ancient aura emerged at this moment.
Qi Yuan sat on the throne, his face filled with curiosity.
Before him, on the top of the tower, a blood-colored stain appeared on the wall in front.
It seemed as if the entire wall had been stained with blood, and at this moment, it turned... blood-red.
At this time, some information entered Qi Yuan's eyes.
【Dongjun's Wall, with a drop of Dongjun's blood on it.】
"Heavenly Venerable, this is Dongjun's Wall!" The Black Deer Archduke said, bowing his head.
At this moment, the tens of thousands of Martial Masters in the ASEAN region looked towards Dongjun's Wall, their faces filled with reverence.
"Dongjun is currently resisting the great tribulation alone. Only a drop of blood remains outside, existing on Dongjun's Wall, communicating with us," said one of the Archduke-level Martial Masters, their eyes filled with complexity.
This complexity included self-blame and unwillingness.
Self-blame for being unable to help Dongjun.
"On Dongjun's Wall, we can glimpse a corner of the great tribulation. I wonder how much longer Dongjun can hold on," the Black Deer Archduke said worriedly.
With a wave of his hand, a window-like opening appeared on Dongjun's Wall.
Through this window, a scene emerged—terrifying roars and howls that made one's soul tremble.
Qi Yuan also looked into the window, and countless scenes entered his eyes.
It was a multitude of colorful rays, each carrying the utmost evil of the world, transforming into terrifying monsters, gnawing at the rules, and devouring all things.
In the monsters' giant mouths, various rules became part of the colorful rays.
The entire world was divided into two: a giant ball of fur on one side, his strength, and his aura of an ancient being were captivating.
On the other side was... a silhouette.
A man in a white robe, his face and figure obscured, stood in the void, seemingly supporting the world.
【Dongjun's Shadow, a member of the Holy Light Tribe.】
(End of Chapter)
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