Chapter 375.1: My Heart Believes It, But My Nose Doesnt

Chapter 375.1: My Heart Believes It, But My Nose Doesn't

The information revealed was remarkably concise. Dong Jun’s avatar was battling the Root Demon. What Qi Yuan saw told him that if the Root Demon ever broke through Dong Jun's line of defense, the Origin Land, the Mountain-Sea Scroll, and the Land of Death would instantly become its paradise. In other words, Dong Jun was truly resisting the Great Catastrophe and saving the world.

The Martial Lords gazed at Dong Jun's avatar with admiration.

Black Deer said in a desolate voice filled with helplessness, "In the Origin Land, perhaps only a hundred thousand years have passed. But in the Land of Calamity, Dong Jun has fought alone for a million years."

The Martial Lords were visibly moved, all kinds of emotions flickering through their eyes.

"The world has been restarted countless times and has always failed. This is our final chance. We must revive Dong Jun's dao companion and send aid to him!"

"Dong Jun has stood alone without support for a million years!"

Qi Yuan remained calm. "It hasn't been easy for Dong Jun. He probably hasn't bathed in several million years. If I ever meet him, I'll have to give him a bucket of bathwater."

The Martial Lords were speechless. However, after spending time with him these days, they had gradually come to understand Qi Yuan's antics. If anything, it was only normal for a martial fanatic to be like this. If he were not obsessed, how could he have become a Martial God?

Black Deer reminded him. "Heavenly Venerable, the Wall of Dong Jun will soon close. If you have any questions, please ask them quickly."

"Alright." Qi Yuan nodded and looked toward the Wall of Dong Jun. "May I ask, do you know the Spirit Martial God?"

Blood-red colour spread across the Wall of Dong Jun. Everyone stared at it.

An elegant voice rang out, heavenly to the ears. "The Spirit Martial God is the foremost among Martial Lords. Challenge every Martial Lord beneath the heavens and the victor may become the Spirit Martial God."

Qi Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "It's that simple?!"

He rubbed his nose. It did not grow longer. The wall was telling the truth.

Qi Yuan swept his gaze across all the Martial Lords. Didn't that mean that as long as he defeated all of them, he could complete his mission?

"Then, how does one become a Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths?"

The Martial God realm stood above the Martial Lord realm, yet a Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths was clearly something else entirely.

The Wall of Dong Jun answered once more, "By transforming oneself with the Ten Thousand Paths and becoming the Heavenly Dao of this realm, one may become a Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths. However, if that world is destroyed, one will fall from that realm. A single world can only have one Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths."

Qi Yuan touched his nose once more, which hadn’t grown. "Does this world have a Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths?"

If there was already one, wouldn't they have to compete for the position?

Dong Jun's voice remained as refined as ever. "No."

Of course, the answer neither came from Dong Jun nor his avatar. It was merely a mechanical response, like a person asking AI and receiving an automatic reply.

Nevertheless, having obtained the answers he wanted, Qi Yuan was in a good mood. He suddenly thought of something. "What is the greatest obstacle preventing me from becoming a Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths?"

Since the Wall of Dong Jun was so knowledgeable, he might as well gather more information.

The wall replied elegantly, "It is yourself. The most difficult step is transforming oneself with the Ten Thousand Paths. This requires a profound understanding of every Dao within this world. For most Martial Lords, it is something they cannot accomplish in an entire lifetime."

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, unfazed. "Really?"

He found the situation rather interesting. The instant the wall spoke, he believed it. It sounded perfectly reasonable as well. However, his nose had grown longer. The feeling was incredibly strange. It was as though someone possessed a supernatural ability to instantly tell whether any single-digit arithmetic problem was correct. Then, that ability suddenly judged that 1 + 1 = 2 was incorrect.

That was exactly how Qi Yuan felt. Dong Jun's words had sunk deeply into his heart, and he instinctively believed them, but his nose was telling him otherwise.

The elegant voice replied, "The Wall of Dong Jun does not lie. It merely conveys the information it possesses."

Qi Yuan smiled. "My brain tells me I should believe you, but my nose is screaming that you're lying."

Black Deer chimed in, "Dong Jun would never lie. What he says must be true!"

A Titled Martial Lord agreed, "That's right, it must be true!"

The other Martial Lords echoed in agreement, "It's true!"

Clearly, all ten thousand Martial Lords trusted Dong Jun completely.

Qi Yuan suddenly thought of something and said softly, "Thunder, what do you think? Is what he said true or false?"

The moment he finished speaking, Thunder appeared atop the tower. Clad in a purple robe adorned with lightning patterns, he emanated a deep and boundless aura.

The moment the Martial Lords saw him, silence descended. They felt an immense pressure weighing upon them all. Could this be another Heavenly Venerable? The way they looked at Qi Yuan changed once again. Especially when they saw how Thunder regarded Qi Yuan with respect, like a subordinate before his superior.

The newcomer’s voice rumbled like thunder. "What he says is true."

Qi Yuan remained calm. Thunder was neither a Martial Lord nor a fanatical believer, yet he still instinctively believed Dong Jun's words.

Qi Yuan asked again, "Dong Jun, where do you come from? And what kind of race is the Saint Light Clan?"

This time, however, the wall fell silent.

Black Deer quickly explained, "The Wall of Dong Jun has exhausted its energy and entered dormancy. It can no longer answer questions."

Qi Yuan appeared disappointed. "Haa... I was just about to ask whether he was a simp."

Black Deer said earnestly, "Heavenly Venerable, if you wish to become a Spirit Martial God, you must help Dong Jun. If this world is destroyed, you will never be able to transform with the Ten Thousand Paths."

Black Deer understood Qi Yuan’s goals. Though becoming a Spirit Martial God was simple, becoming a Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths was exceedingly difficult. To achieve it, one had to protect the world itself. That was why he used this matter to draw Qi Yuan into their camp.

Qi Yuan agreed without hesitation, "Don't worry. I'm a good person. I will definitely save the world!"

Black Deer finally breathed a sigh of relief.