The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 833 - 367: Once You Meet Dongjun, You Will Understand_2

Chapter 833: Chapter 367: Once You Meet Dongjun, You Will Understand_2

"When the Morning Chorus sounds, this realm will truly fall silent, and they won’t be able to avoid it," Hei Lu Martial Lord said.

The female Martial Lord spoke, "If one could encounter a man like Dongjun, there would be no regrets in this life."

A male Martial Lord exclaimed with emotion, "To guard a realm, strategize for tens of thousands of years, all for the resurrection of a lover, such emotions are truly hard to settle."

The rest of the Martial Lords shared the same sentiment.

They questioned whether they could do what Dongjun had done, should the situation fall upon them.

"Indeed, it’s so touching, one should be buried at the North Pole, and the other at the South Pole," Qi Yuan quipped casually.

"What do you mean by that?" Hei Lu Martial Lord asked in confusion.

"Nothing much," Qi Yuan didn’t bother to explain.

"Mr. Qi, come, the Eastern Alliance has prepared a feast to welcome you!" Hei Lu Martial Lord came out of his previous reminiscences and returned to the matter at hand.

"Let’s go," Qi Yuan did not refuse.

...

A day later.

Qi Yuan opened his eyes, a rare look of confusion in his gaze.

"This is too hard, way too hard. Creating the Netherworld is even harder than advanced mathematics."

Upon hearing about Dongjun resurrecting his lover with the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, Qi Yuan thought about whether he could take inspiration from it to create the Netherworld.

But no matter how he extrapolated, the result was always... false.

The creation, to use terms from anime, was nothing more than two similar flowers.

"It seems I’m still too weak. Not to speak of turning the false into the true, I can’t even perform a true resurrection. Am I only capable of making a beggar’s version of the Netherworld?"

Qi Yuan felt a bit disheartened.

He was already a Divine Child True Monarch who should be living in a flat house. If he created a beggar’s version of the Netherworld, wouldn’t that be disgraceful?

He estimated that even his martial sister, Jiang Lingsu, would look down on him.

"It seems I need to extort this game," he mused.

Back in the Flowing Wind Realm or the Mortal Heart Realm, Qi Yuan would often extort the Heavenly Dao and reaped considerable rewards.

Looking up at the sky, he fell into a state of dejection again.

"This damn world has no Heavenly Dao!"

Without the Heavenly Dao, how could he extort anything?

As for finding a substitute?

Forget it, he wasn’t interested in those things.

"But when I have time, I can discuss it with my daughter. She contemplates Hou Tu, so she should have a deep understanding of the Netherworld," Qi Yuan thought to himself.

"Lord of Divinity!" Just at that moment, a voice sounded.

A headless, broad-shouldered figure appeared, standing beside Qi Yuan.

Even though he was suppressing it with great effort, Qi Yuan could still feel the powerful and surging martial intent.

If left unchecked, this martial intent alone might cause every creature in the Origin Land to explode and die.

This was the formidable aspect of a Sun God.

One could say that each of Qi Yuan’s Divine Children possessed the strength to swallow the Origin Land whole.

However, in front of Qi Yuan, they remained respectful, just as in Qingshui Village.

"Venerable Lingzhong, you’re here. How did your discussion go?" Qi Yuan turned to the headless ancient god.

Venerable Lingzhong could be considered extremely ancient, having participated in the great primordial battle and even encountered the Wushi Holy Mother.

Later, he gave Qi Yuan the "fish" that had belonged to the Wushi Holy Mother, enabling Qi Yuan to obtain the Devouring Protogenia.

The Contemplation Method he acquired was that of the war god Xing Tian.

It symbolized endless martial intent and... indomitable spirit.

Though Qi Yuan had come to the Origin Land, he still wished to be able to return to the Land of the End at any moment.

This task was entrusted to them.

What Qi Yuan was asking was how he could return to the Land of the End if he wished?

"Shu, Hu the Second Emperors say that they can turn their physical bodies into bridges, laid across the Black Sea, connecting the past and future.

My Lord, if you need, they are both ready to carry you at any time," Xing Tian explained.

Shu and Hu, the Second Emperors, were also powerful ancient gods within Qi Yuan’s Contemplation Method.

The two were respectively the Emperor of the Southern Sea and the ruler of the Land of North Sea.

They existed even before Pangu opened the heavens.

In Qi Yuan’s memory, Shu and Hu, the Second Emperors, were friends with Chaos.

Chaos had no shape, no form, no orifices, utterly undifferentiated.

Suddenly, two emperors found great joy in their communion with Chaos and thus opened seven orifices for it.

Each day they pierced an orifice, and after seven days, Chaos died.

Suddenly, the two emperors wielded powers akin to time and space.

In this special game, they became bridges with their bodies, allowing passage through past and future.

Of course, this was related to the background of the game.

The Land of Origin and the Land of the End were tightly linked.

Of course, if the two sudden emperors could cultivate to the realm imagined by Qi Yuan, they probably wouldn’t be limited to this world.

"Not bad, not bad, Blue Star has no shortage of capable people!" Qi Yuan was quite excited, "When I need them, I will seek them out. Now go and tell the others to cultivate well, enhance their strength; there might be... a tough battle ahead."

"As you command." Venerable Lingzhong "bowed" in assent, his form fading away into nothingness.

In the hall, only Qi Yuan remained.

About two hours passed, then a voice rang out, filling the entire hall.

"Brother Qi Yuan, the Battle of Ancestral Blood is commencing, please grace us with your presence."

"Very well."

After speaking, Qi Yuan’s figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was atop a high tower.

The tower rose thirty thousand feet high, its summit a circular platform as large as a market square.

Beneath the tower lay the trial grounds of the Battle of Ancestral Blood.

Now, upon the platform, thirty-six thrones appeared.

The material of the thrones was unknown, and they seemed to bear traces of dried blood.

More than thirty Martial Lords took their seats.

Each Martial Lord was enshrouded in a mysterious mist that obscured their features.

Three thrones, at the highest position and larger in size, reached into the clouds.

Hei Lu took the center, Qi Yuan to the left, and a female Martial Lord to the right.

The three of them sat on their thrones, a layer of mystical fog also separating them from clarity.

"Now that the Martial Lords have assembled, let us sit in silence here and watch this Battle of Ancestral Blood to see if there are any promising seeds worth nurturing. If someone catches your eye, feel free to take them as your disciple." Hei Lu Martial Lord said with a chuckle.

"I glanced over and saw no promising seeds. Without deliberate cultivation, given their talents, none will reach the Realm of Great Martial Lord," an old man said disdainfully, "The newer generations keep getting worse."

"That’s inevitable," another Martial Lord remarked, "Cataclysms occurred, and the bloodlines have been essentially truncated. Without the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, given their diluted bloodlines, reaching as high as Martial Spirit would be a breakthrough."

"Indeed, it’s not their fault."

"If the world cannot be reset, we all face extinction, and the continuation of our bloodlines is even more fanciful."

"We must fulfill what Dongjun entrusted to us, otherwise... we will have no chance!"

"Yes, Dongjun is our only hope!"

The voices of the Martial Lords below became resolute.

As if Dongjun was their unwavering faith.

Qi Yuan remained calm, glancing at Hei Lu Martial Lord: "You all seem to trust and admire Dongjun quite devoutly."

A glint of respect and emotion flickered in Hei Lu’s eyes: "If you had seen Dongjun, you would feel the same as us. He is the most... trustworthy and reliable person I have ever met. He is also this world’s only remaining hope. If he hadn’t appeared, the Land of Origin would have vanished long ago. What Mountain and Sea Scrolls, what Land of the End, would all but be illusory fantasies, and we would have long become but bones in a tomb. No, perhaps not even a grave, not even bones to speak of. Thus, we old folks, and the younger ones below, indeed every living being still surviving in this world, we all owe Dongjun a debt of gratitude."

"The debt of gratitude to Dongjun is one that can’t be repaid in a lifetime." Qi Yuan chuckled.

Hei Lu’s expression turned serious: "Mr. Qi, Dongjun is no joking matter! When you meet Dongjun, or rather, when the Wall of Dongjun opens and you hear Dongjun’s voice, you will understand what kind of man he is. To be honest, when others praised Dongjun to the skies, I didn’t believe it. How could there be such a person in this world? But when I met Dongjun, I was filled with self-reproach. I was wrong, and I feel guilty for my narrow-mindedness."

"Interesting, very interesting. I am curious to see this Dongjun for myself now, to discover what kind of character he truly is." Qi Yuan felt a twinge of curiosity.

These people were fervently passionate about Dongjun.

And Qi Yuan could discern that their fervor was genuine, not influenced by any external compulsion.