Chapter 400.2: A Minor Version of Words Become Reality?

Half a month later, a great number of experts gathered in the Yuan God Sharing Society. One could say that ninety percent of Canglan World's major factions had sent Yin Spirit avatars.

In the great hall, these Yin Spirits emitted terrifying auras. Gathered together as they were, the atmosphere remained overwhelmingly intimidating, even though they restrained themselves. A white-robed man, who carried an empty fish basket, narrowed his eyes.

An elderly man with tied-up black hair and missing left ear announced, "Great Venerable Whitefish, weren't you in the Central Heaven? To have your true body arrive here in merely half a month... It seems you've long been interested in the Blood-Clothed Sword God!"

He was Great Venerable Left Ear, one of Canglan World's most famous independent cultivators.

Great Venerable Whitefish replied, "As ruler of the Central Region, isn't it only natural that I meet the Blood-Clothed Sword God and discuss the Great Calamity?"

As the strongest expert of the Central Heaven, he was closest to the Great Calamity in terms of strength. The public even acknowledged him as the number one expert of Canglan World.

A Great Venerable, who had attained the dao as a yellow ox, said, "The Blood-Clothed Sword God is certainly strong. To annihilate the Dark Sun and conquer the Divine Flower Society, he should at least have Mythic-level combat power. He is powerful enough to dominate heaven and earth. The Great Calamity is another story, though..."

A shifty-looking cultivator with thief-like eyes asked teasingly, "This time, the Blood-Clothed Sword God invited all of us here. What do you all think? Should we unite against the Great Calamity... Or...?"

Great Venerable Whitefish asked, "Great Venerable Poor, what do you think?"

The other cultivators warily turned toward Great Venerable Poor.

Some Great Venerables appeared deeply pained as they secretly transmitted messages to their friends. "Success depends on secrecy. This Blood-Clothed Sword God is far too high-profile. Before even making a move against the Great Calamity, he publicly announced everything. Inviting fellow cultivators is one thing, but why invite someone like Great Venerable Poor? Isn’t he a traitor to humanity?"

Moreover, it was obvious that Great Venerable Poor had long since defected to the Great Calamity and become one of his lackeys. Now that only his avatar was present, he acted completely without fear. "I just think that the Blood-Clothed Sword God is still green. How long has he been famous for? How much does he really understand about the Great Calamity? As for me, I'll stay out of this and just watch the show."

Great Venerable Poor lacked every bit of an expert's bearing. He even crossed his legs arrogantly, appearing extremely smug.

The Venerables and Great Venerables’ expressions shifted.

"This matter cannot be decided in a single day. I also believe the Blood-Clothed Sword God should think it over more carefully."

"I will likewise stay out of it."

They had simply come out of respect after receiving the Blood-Clothed Sword God’s invitation. As for fighting the Great Calamity? Just forget it. The human traitor was sitting right here! Wouldn’t discussing strategies against the Great Calamity be like shooting themselves in the foot?

Many Great Venerables turned to Great Venerable Whitefish, waiting to see his decision.

Great Venerable Whitefish remained calm, saying slowly, "We are all destined to die eventually. To die battling the Great Calamity is at least a worthy death."

He had already resolved to die. Soon, he would no longer be able to suppress himself and would advance to the Mythic realm. At that time, his name would appear upon the Mythic Stele. Escape was most likely impossible.

Great Venerable Poor sighed openly. "What a pity. After the Blood-Clothed Sword God falls, this Yuan God Sharing Society and Divine Flower Society will probably be left leaderless. When that happens, don't compete with me. I'll take good care of the Blood-Clothed Sword God's descendants."

He was completely at ease because his true body remained hidden somewhere within the Canglan World. Even a Mythic expert would never find him. Moreover, many of the Great Venerables here already knew he was a traitor to humanity.

Truthfully, he was rather baffled when he received the invitation. Now that he was here, he might as well make himself useful. Once this whole farce came to an end and the Blood-Clothed Sword God died, he could probably profit from it a little.

Many Yin Spirits and Great Venerables showed disdain toward his shamelessness, but none of them could do anything to him.

Great Venerable Poor smirked. "Don’t be so depressed. Didn’t the Blood-Clothed Sword God manage to destroy the Mountain of Fate? Perhaps he really does have some ability. Now, how about you Great Venerables stop holding yourselves back? C’mon, just advance to the Mythic realm."

Those words pierced everyone’s heart. Once they entered the Mythic realm, there would be no going back. Only a fight to the death. His intentions were malicious indeed.

Great Venerable Whitefish merely glanced at him. A gentleman did not associate with petty villains. It only soured one's mood.

The atmosphere in the hall became exceptionally tense. Aside from the minority advocating war, most remained undecided. With Great Venerable Poor present, any secret plan would inevitably fail. Even those who wished to resist the Great Calamity dared not reveal their intentions. The grand gathering was filled with hidden motives and conflicting agendas.

Just then, ripples spread through the space ahead. Every Yin Spirit, whether Venerable or Great Venerable, looked forward.

A splash of crimson spread through the air, and Qi Yuan emerged. He casually lifted his sleeve, exuding an easygoing, relaxed demeanor. His exceptionally handsome face carried a faint demonic charm.

A sharp, icy glint flickered within his gentle and jade-like eyes. "How do you find the tea? No one's suffering from acclimatization problems, I hope?"

His ordinary words reflected his concern for these Yin Spirits, who had traveled from every corner of the world. If someone suffered stomach troubles from unfamiliar food and water, then vomited and had diarrhea on his territory, wouldn't he have to pay compensation?

The Venerables immediately rose and expressed their opinions.

"Blood-Clothed Sword God, resisting the Great Calamity is a matter of utmost importance. It should be discussed carefully over the long term!"

"No matter what, I am willing to fight alongside you against the Great Calamity!"

Great Venerable Poor laughed. "I will cheer you on from the sidelines."

However, many Yin Spirits already intended to withdraw. "This matter is too significant. More discussion is required."

Great Venerable Whitefish sighed inwardly. No matter the era, a unanimous agreement among all the Yin Spirits seemed like nothing more than a pipe dream. Resistance against the Great Calamity had always been the path walked fearlessly by only a minority.

Qi Yuan raised a single finger. "You're all being rather noisy."

The bustling hall fell silent. The chattering Great Venerables discovered that they could no longer hear their own voices. Their hearts trembled, their wariness toward him deepening even further.

Then they heard his voice, which carried an icy resolve. "I did not invite you here to seek your support or opposition. I am merely informing you that, in three days, I will carry out the meticulous ‘Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Calamity Plan.’"

His aura surged upward, profound as the sea. "In three days, I will go to the Central Heaven and slay the Great Calamity. When you return to wherever you came from, announce to the entire world that the Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Calamity Plan has officially begun. If anything unusual occurs in this world, the common people need not panic. Just act as though nothing has happened."

His lofty declaration deeply shook every Great Venerable and Venerable. He wants to eliminate the Great Calamity alone? How could he possibly dare?!