Chapter 401.1: On the Eve, Everyones Discussions

Chapter 401.1: On the Eve, Everyone's Discussions

The Great Venerables were moved, while the Venerables had endless grievances they simply could not voice. So Qi Yuan hadn’t invited them here to unite everyone against the Great Calamity? His confident, domineering declaration lingered in everyone's ears, refusing to fade.

Many Great Venerables felt ashamed. Perhaps their hesitation and instinct for self-preservation had left Qi Yuan dispirited. Was that why he had abandoned everyone and chosen to face the Great Calamity alone?

"Blood-Clothed Sword God..." Great Venerable Yellow Ox gritted his teeth. "My strength may be insignificant, but I am willing to accompany you and face the Great Calamity together!"

He felt like he had already lived long enough. It was time to strike against the nightmarish Great Calamity and die in the most brilliant blaze imaginable!

Qi Yuan glanced at him. "You're too far away. You won't reach the Central Heaven Domain in three days, so don't bother."

Then, he swept his gaze across everyone, brimming with confidence. "All you have to do is return to your respective domains and announce to the world that my plan has begun. Tell everyone not to panic over any strange occurrences. Leave everything else to me."

He was no longer that little Qi Refinement rookie who had to sneak out in the middle of the night just to destroy the Black Mountain Sect. Nor was he that puny Core Formation cultivator who had to stir up conflicts online and make multiple alternate accounts before destroying the Bright Palace.

He was a Violet Palace cultivator. In Canglan, a cultivator of such stature could claim a mountain, establish a sect, and become its patriarch. That was why he openly declared a war. He was telling the Great Calamity, "I’ve come to end you."

Great Venerable Poor grinned broadly. "What incredible confidence you have, Blood-Clothed Sword God! Such an imposing presence! At a glance, I can tell that you’re truly a mighty and extraordinary individual. Surely nothing will go wrong. You definitely won’t end up like all the others who’ve resisted the Great Calamity."

If he were instead a woman with sparkling eyes, clenching her tiny fists and crying out, “Big Brother, you’re amazing!” the effect would’ve been absolutely perfect.

Qi Yuan's gaze landed upon him. "Why do you speak with such passive-aggressive sarcasm? Could it be that you’re fated with my Yinyang Forbidden Zone? You ought to become a lump of dog shit in there!"

The smile on Great Venerable Poor's face froze. "And yet they said the Blood-Clothed Sword God was insane and bloodthirsty. So it turns out you do understand human language! I only wonder how miserable your parents, family, and friends will be after your passing."

Without wasting a second, Qi Yuan sent a giant, blood-red hand toward him. "Oh, please. Can't villains just chop off their own heads? Do they really have to talk this much? Or are you paid according to the number of lines you recite?"

Great Venerable Poor remained calm and composed. "So impatient? You really don't have the bearing of a true powerhouse."

He flicked his sleeve, appearing utterly unconcerned by Qi Yuan's attack. After all, this was merely an avatar projection. It was completely insignificant. By extinguishing his consciousness, he could always return to his true body, hidden away in some remote corner. The Canglan World was unimaginably vast. Even if Qi Yuan overturned the heavens and flipped the earth upside down, he would never find him.

Yet, the moment the enormous hand grasped him, Great Venerable Poor’s expression changed dramatically. An overwhelming warning flooded his senses. He felt like an infant trapped in the grasp of a towering deity. Everything about him seemed to be completely under Qi Yuan’s control.

Qi Yuan said, "Once I lay an eye on any villain, they can never escape my grasp. Do you finally understand the strength of a great Violet Palace cultivator? Now, die!"

Blood qi surged violently within the crimson hand.

Crack!

A crisp shattering sound rang out. Great Venerable Poor fractured inch by inch. His eyes filled with utter disbelief. He realized that both his avatar and his true body were breaking apart! But his true body was supposed to have been tens of thousands of li away, hidden in an unfathomable location!

Countless formations had been scattered around it. Even if a Mythic expert personally descended, breaking through those formations would take considerable time. How was this even possible?

Great Venerable Poor stared at Qi Yuan with a look of horror, pleading, and overwhelming confusion. “How did you do it?!”

As his body crumbled, his consciousness also began to shatter. Blood and soul alike fell apart.

Qi Yuan indifferently narrowed his eyes. "Did you think I was joking when I said I could beat people through an internet cable?"

After destroying the Bright Palace, he had already beaten people through the network. Now, he was merely walking the same road once again. Did distance matter? Back then, hadn’t Qi Yuan obliterated a Taihuang Palace disciple who shouted threats from the upper world?

As for Great Venerable Poor, he didn’t even have to call forth a star projection. A simple squeeze was enough. To put it bluntly, aside from the Great Calamity itself, who else in the entire Canglan World could stop Qi Yuan?

Great Venerable Poor dissolved into a cloud of blood mist. Even though Great Venerables could regenerate from a single drop of blood, he would never again return to this world. This was annihilation at the soul level. The other Great Venerables watched the scene unfold, astonishment filling their eyes.

Great Venerable Yellow Ox trembled. "Great Venerable Poor is dead?"

All the Great Venerables sensed that he was gone for good. The Venerables, however, did not notice and assumed only the avatar had been destroyed.

Qi Yuan dusted off his hands. Killing Great Venerable Poor had been no different from crushing an ant. His tone once again became relaxed and casual. "Everyone, I'll leave the publicity campaign in your hands."

The assembled Venerables all let out sighs of relief.

An elderly cultivator sighed deeply, longing filling his eyes. "We shall certainly promote Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Calamity Plan with all we can. Within a single day, at least half the Canglan World shall know of this plan. Senior Blood-Clothed Sword God, please be extremely careful. The Great Calamity is not that easily dealt with. Otherwise, after so many years, the Canglan World would not still resemble a pigsty."

Cultivators like them longed to ascend to the upper world, as remaining in the lower world left them constrained in every way. Without sufficient immortal spiritual essence to nourish their divine bodies, living here felt no different from surviving inside a filthy sewer.

Qi Yuan said, "Right, enough chatter. I've already personally written the publicity copy. You just need to copy and paste it. You handle the publicity, and I'll handle the implementation. Bye. Oh, and reforming the culture of Canglan’s cultivation world is everyone’s responsibility."

He then vanished. Only the Great Venerables and Venerables remained inside the hall, bewildered and feeling complicated.

"Can Blood-Clothed Sword God really do it?"

"That's the Great Calamity... Even Yang Spirit cultivators failed to eradicate it!"