Chapter 374.1: Wall of Dong Jun, Spirit Martial God

Qi Yuan stepped onto the bridge formed by Emperors Shu and Hu, heading for the Origin Land. He passed through space-time, crossed the Black Sea, and went against the river of time.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, sensing the wash of time. Since no one was chatting this time, he could properly comprehend the power of space-time. It was just like when he previously comprehended the Myriad Phenomena Gate.

Then, he called softly toward the Black Sea, "You should be ownerless, right? You resemble my Forgetfulness River a bit. Hey, Black Sea, it seems like we are fated!"

As he advanced, only a faint afterimage marked his passage.

***

Within countless worlds of the Mountain-Sea Scrolls, one figure after another seemed to sense something and gazed toward the sky. It was as if a crimson streak had flashed past their eyes.

The one-eyed man trembled, recalling that figure who stood supreme over the world and swept through armies. "Is that him?"

On the small boat, Green Pearl's eyes widened. "Master?"

The sword in her hand let out a resonant hum. After joy and loss came endless melancholy.

Wang Yuanyu had a complicated expression. "Sir?"

She remembered that he had once said he would bring her stockings.

In every world Qi Yuan had once visited, powerful beings recalled long-buried memories of that invincible man.

***

At this moment, Qi Yuan finally crossed the Black Sea and returned to the Origin Land. Stepping down from the bridge, he looked at the Black Sea with an indescribable expression, narrating like the system, "You comprehended the Black Sea... and comprehended loneliness."

This time, he failed to impersonate it successfully. The Black Sea was far more difficult to comprehend than the Myriad Phenomena Gate, where a single glance was enough to gain some insight.

Qi Yuan said softly, "Emperors Shu and Hu, go back. I will call you when I need you again."

They can be my employees in the underworld palace. Specifically, the Bridge of Forgetfulness.

The two emperors said in unison, "Your wish is our command!"

With a flicker, Qi Yuan arrived atop the tower of the Ancestral Blood Battle. The place was now packed densely with Martial Lords. At a glance, there were nearly ten thousand of them. All of them lowered their heads, looking at him reverently. Even those without heads bent their bodies.

"Greetings, Martial God!"

Crossing the Black Sea, covering the heavens with a single hand, swallowing the sun—this was not something a mere Martial Lord could accomplish! Only a Martial God could explain it!

The Fat Egg trembled all over with excitement. His father was a legendary Martial God!

Black Deer and the other Titled Martial Lords all showed wistful expressions. This time, there was hope for the Dawn Chime!

Qi Yuan calmly said, "At a time like this, should I do the crooked-mouth smile?"

This scene reminded him of drama clichés. The useless son-in-law gets slapped, then tens of thousands of suited men appear kneeling. "Welcome the Dragon King's return!"

Thus, he curved his mouth into a smile. The Martial Lords looked at each other, confused. Qi Yuan felt a bit disappointed that they didn't understand the meme. At this point, someone was supposed to shout, "He's about to smirk, tear his mouth off!"

Anyway, he waved his hand. "I'm not a Martial God yet, only a Martial Lord. Don't call me that randomly."

He had never liked pretending to be a stronger existence. Honesty was the best policy.

The Martial Lords below were completely confused. If you are just a Martial Lord, then what the heck are we?!

Witnessing Qi Yuan swallow the sun was especially terrifying for them. If Qi Yuan wished, he could probably even swallow the Origin Land!

Qi Yuan sat back on his throne. "Go back home, everyone. The Ancestral Blood Battle is still ongoing. With so many people gathered here, others might think we're fighting in a gang brawl or doing something improper. It doesn't look good."

He was mildly socially awkward.

The Martial Lords quickly dispersed until only a few remained.

One Titled Martial Lord said, "The Ancestral Blood Battle is nearing its end. The Wall of Dong Jun will also appear. We will accompany you to witness it, Heavenly Venerable."

He had learnt the title "Heavenly Venerable" from that upper world old man.

At the mention of the sacred wall, all Martial Lords showed reverence and fervor. It was similar to the way they looked at Qi Yuan, yet subtly different.

"Alright," Qi Yuan replied casually without elaborating further.

He was more interested in one thing now. What exactly was a Spirit Martial God? Once he resolved that, all that remained was to break through to the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths.

***

Time passed quickly, as if the world had accelerated.

Inside the tower, the bloodsoaked Mu Yan faced a terrifying creature. With a thunderous roar, he unleashed his blood martial power without reservation. "Die!"

He was determined to enter the top thirty. That was the only way his ancestor would plead for Qi Yuan, letting him survive in the Origin Land.

He slashed down. "Die!"

The strike was so powerful that it could sever rivers and shift mountains. The terrifying creature naturally stood no chance.

Mu Yan gasped heavily, a trace of confusion rising in his eyes. "Next, I’d face ten monsters. As long as I win, I can enter the top thirty!"

One monster was already so difficult. Ten...

He gritted his teeth and charged forward again. Just then, his expression froze. "Three... hundred?"

A swarm of monsters rushed toward him like a mountain. There were simply too many of them!

"What the hell is this?"

There was only one explanation: he was being targeted. Otherwise, how could this happen? Retreating was out of the question. Doing so would leave him at the very bottom.

He raised his blade. "All of you shall die!"

One strike descended like a falling star.

Clang!

All three hundred monsters shattered like paper, turning into meat paste.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "Was that an illusion?"

How could he manage to kill all those monsters in a single strike?

Just then, a Martial Lord projection appeared, saying gently, "What an astonishing strike. You killed three hundred demon beasts in one slash. Child, you have reached the peak of Martial King. You are leading the Ancestral Blood Battle"

Mu Yan was somewhat stunned. "What?"

He began to suspect that everything was fake.