Chapter 373.1: Do Old Men in the Upper World Not Bathe?

Chapter 373.1: Do Old Men in the Upper World Not Bathe?

In the Origin Land, Black Deer and the others observed the Demon Court in astonishment.

"Is that the Myriad Demon World?"

"So that’s the Demon Ancestor Lord’s homeland?"

"We've arrived at the homeland of Dong Jun's dao companion!"

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Just then, waves of spatial fluctuations appeared above the Demon Court. Excitement flashed through the Demon King's eyes. Their patriarch was descending from the upper world!

The other Violet Palaces wore reverent expressions, though deep down they still lacked confidence. After all, they had no idea what realm the patriarch occupied, or how powerful that formidable enemy was. In any case, both were realms beyond their comprehension.

The fluctuations grew stronger and stronger. From the distorted space came the patriarch's voice echoed.

—My true body is somewhat large. Lend me your strength so I can squeeze a toe through.

He was obviously trying to show off. Wasn’t he larger than the somewhat large opponent?

The Demon King and the many Violet Palaces glanced at the sky. Seeing that Qi Yuan showed no reaction, they all poured their demonic power into the spatial opening, forcing a massive rift open.

A colossal object the size of a city squeezed through, blotting out the sky and the vision of the numerous demons. "Oh, dear. The opening is too small. I can only squeeze one of my toes!"

His voice even carried a trace of pride and showmanship. By Blue Planet's standards, this would be considered humble-bragging. Moreover, he was a Step Four Great Venerable. One of his punches could effortlessly destroy a nation. How could there possibly be an opponent for him in the lower worlds?

The Demon King was startled. Under normal circumstances, seeing a toe the size of a city would certainly make him grovel. However, compared to Qi Yuan, it was still far too small.

He couldn’t help but glance at the Demon Queen.

The Demon Queen caught on and transmitted, "Perhaps the patriarch is short but fierce."

Ordinarily, that would be an inappropriate thing to say. Nevertheless, compared to the terrifying giant in the heavens, it was already considered praise.

The Demon King was nervous. "I sure hope so."

Following that, he and the other Violet Palaces kept exerting force to widen the rift. Time passed little by little. The giant in the sky continued to expand until he was nearly half the size of the entire Demon Court. He covered the heavens and blocked the sun, immensely terrifying. Qi Yuan’s giant eye hung there like a lantern, observing everything.

At last, the patriarch had squeezed out completely. "So the light in the Myriad Demon World is red. Interesting."

It was already the largest form he could maintain. His gaze involuntarily fell upon the ten-thousand-meter-long giant python in the Demon Court, and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

The Demon King truly lacked experience. A snake only ten thousand meters long was considered somewhat large? There was nothing remarkable about it. He couldn't help but feel disappointed in the people of the lower worlds. Then again, that was only to be expected.

The patriarch asked, his voice like thunder, "So you're the one who killed my disciple?"

A violent gale swept through the entire court. Many low-level demons were blown away. Some were even killed outright by the shockwave, dying miserably.

The Demon King was also alarmed. Just the patriarch's gaze alone made him feel as though his soul would be extinguished. He hurriedly explained, "Patriarch, I am the Demon King of the Demon Court, not the enemy. It was I who notified you earlier."

The old man froze for a moment, a bit embarrassed. "Oh, then where is the enemy?"

He looked around but failed to see any somewhat large opponent. "Huh? Did he run away after being frightened by me?"

The old man felt quite pleased with himself. This was only natural. Even in the upper world, he was a notable figure. A Great Venerable could occasionally even encounter the legendary Yang Spirits. Better yet, earning a Yang Spirit's favor would qualify one to project one's image across the myriad worlds. It was no wonder his mere presence scared off the enemies of the lower worlds.

The old man asked, "Which direction did he flee?"

At that moment, the Demon King glanced at the Demon Queen again. He suddenly realized that size didn't necessarily mean strength. Sometimes, it simply meant disappointment.

The Demon King said, "He didn't run. He's in the sky."

"He ran into the sky?" The old man gazed toward the sky, then fell silent for a moment. "Your sky is quite strange. It's all red. ...Right, I almost forgot I still have an unfinished steamed bun to eat. I'll go eat it first and come back later."

Then, he prepared to leave with an air of composure. He lunged toward the spatial rift, only to find that he could not squeeze back in no matter what. The patriarch panicked, losing his calmness for the first time. He looked as though he was about to cry.

Just then, Qi Yuan's voice sounded as though he were speaking right beside the patriarch's ear.

—So you're the mastermind who plotted against me?

The old man froze completely. He didn't dare move. "I-I-I didn’t! I absolutely wouldn’t dare, Heavenly Venerable!"

In the upper world, Yang Spirits were addressed as Heavenly Venerables. Encountering a Yang Spirit was the last thing he expected to happen in such a backwater place. How did that even make sense? It was like going fishing in the pond outside his house, only to find an aircraft carrier parked there.

Well, even if it could happen, shouldn’t the odds be pretty low? Fine. Perhaps the world did, from time to time, produce the inexplicable. But how could the exact same thing happen again in the same place?

The immense voice rang out as a gigantic eyeball stared at the old man.

—Wasn't it you who sent Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord to Brilliant Star, ordering him to cancel the Martial Arts Tournament and prevent me from playing my game?

The old man shook all over, sweat rolling down his forehead. "I would never dare scheme against you, Heavenly Venerable!"

How many years had it been since he last sweated? A rain carrying a sour stench began to fall throughout the Demon Court.

Qi Yuan remained expressionless. His nose confirmed that the other party was telling the truth.

—Do you old men from the upper world not bathe? You smell terrible.