The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 850 - 374: Wall of Dongjun, Spirit Realm Martial Lord

Chapter 850: Chapter 374: Wall of Dongjun, Spirit Realm Martial Lord

The blood-red robe swept across the bridge that suddenly embodied the two emperors, marching against time toward the place of origin.

Traversing through space-time, crossing the Black Sea, reversing the flow of the river of years.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, feeling the wash of time.

This time, there was no conversation, and he seriously contemplated the power of space and time, just as he had with the Door of All Differences.

"This Black Sea... it’s unclaimed, right?"

"It looks somewhat like my Forgetfulness River."

"Hey, Black Sea, you seem fated to be with me!"

Qi Yuan called out to the Black Sea in a soft voice.

His figure, reversing through time, left only a lingering shadow behind.

Within countless Mountain and Sea Scrolls, figures as if touched by a feeling, raised their heads to gaze at the sky.

They saw nothing, yet it seemed as if a flash of red whisked through their sight.

"Is that him?" Long-lost memories flooded back, and the one-eyed man trembled, an image surfacing in his mind of that man who stood above all, sweeping through thousands of enemies.

Upon a narrow boat, Lv Zhu’s eyes suddenly narrowed: "Master?"

Her sword in hand hummed, and behind the initial joy and desolation lied boundless melancholy.

Complex emotions appeared in Wang Yuanyu’s eyes: "Teacher?"

She remembered that her teacher had even said he would bring her stockings.

In each world within the Mountain and Sea Scrolls that Qi Yuan had traversed, there were powerful beings whose long-buried memories were awakening.

They all recalled that man of invincible potential.

At this moment, Qi Yuan finally, against the flow of the Black Sea, returned to the place of origin.

Stepping off the bridge, Qi Yuan looked out at the Black Sea with an indescribable expression.

"You contemplated the Black Sea only to contemplate loneliness."

He feigned talking as the System, but the pretense was a failure.

The Black Sea was more challenging to comprehend than the Door of All Differences.

That door offered insights at a mere glance.

"Sudden Two Emperors, you may return now. Come back when I need you."

Qi Yuan said softly to the Sudden Two Emperors in the Black Sea.

He was also considering that these Sudden Two Emperors might work in the Netherworld in the future, serving as the Bridge of Helplessness.

"By our lord’s command, it’s our honor!"

The Sudden Two Emperors said in unison.

At that moment, Qi Yuan vanished in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was atop the high tower in the ancestral blood conflict.

Different from when he left, the top of the tower was now crowded with Martial Lords.

Looking around, there were nearly ten thousand.

Upon seeing Qi Yuan’s reappearance, these immensely powerful Martial Lords bowed their noble heads.

Those without heads bent at the waist.

"Greetings to Martial God!"

Nearly ten thousand Martial Lords looked at him with reverent eyes.

To cross the Black Sea, to shelter the heavens with one hand, to consume the sun, such were not acts of a Martial Lord but that of a Martial God!

Only a Martial God could do such feats!

The Fat Egg Martial Lord’s body trembled, not out of fear, but from thrilled excitement.

His ancestor was the legendary Martial God.

Hei Lu Martial Lord and the rest of the titled Martial Lords also revealed a hopeful look in their eyes.

This time the Morning Chorus seemed hopeful!

Qi Yuan looked at these Martial Lords with a serene expression, pondering something before speaking softly.

"At this time, should I perhaps smirk?"

The scene reminded him of a TV drama plot.

The rejected son-in-law just received a slap, and then thousands of men in suits appeared, kneeling on the ground.

"Welcoming the Dragon King’s return!"

Isn’t it similar?

As he said this, he smiled wryly.

The Martial Lords on the field looked at each other, some confused and bewildered.

Qi Yuan was disappointed.

None of the Martial Lords understood his reference.

Shouldn’t there be someone to say, "He’s smirking, tear his mouth apart!"?

He waved his hands: "I’m not a Martial God yet, just a Martial Lord, so don’t call me that improperly."

Qi Yuan never liked to pose as a mightier warrior than he was.

He preferred honesty and sincerity in dealing with others.

Hearing this, the Martial Lords present were overwhelmed with boundless confusion.

Hey, do you need to be so modest?

If you are a Martial Lord?

Then what are we?

Especially since the sight of Qi Yuan devouring a star had been so terrifying.

Even... if Qi Yuan wished, couldn’t he also swallow the place of origin whole?

Having said that, Qi Yuan returned to his throne.

"Everyone should return to their respective homes. The ancestral blood conflict continues. With so many people gathered here, someone might think we’re inciting a brawl or an indecent act, which would look bad." Qi Yuan said.

He was quite socially anxious.

Seeing so many old men and women left him feeling quite awkward.

Only in the presence of his First Love did he not act this way and was instead more enthusiastic.

"The ancestral blood conflict is about to end, and the Wall of Dongjun will appear. We... will accompany the Heavenly Venerable to witness the Wall of Dongjun," a titled Martial Lord said.

The title of Heavenly Venerable was something he had learned from an old man in the Higher Realm.

When Dongjun was mentioned, these Martial Lords expressed awe and fervor in their eyes.

This look was similar to how they looked at Qi Yuan, yet not quite the same.

"Fine." Qi Yuan said casually, not adding anything more.

At the moment, he was eager to find out what it meant to be a Spirit Realm Martial Lord.

Once he became a Spirit Realm Martial Lord, and a Human Path Martial Lord, he planned to break through to the Realm of Ten Thousand Paths Martial Gods.

...

Time ticked by, as if the world had hit the fast-forward button, accelerating the pace of the ancestral blood conflict.

Within the high tower.

Mu Yan was covered in blood as he faced the terrifying monster before him. With a loud shout, he channeled the power of Blood Martial Arts recklessly forward.

"To battle!"

The top thirty were a must for him.

Only by reaching the top thirty would his ancestors agree to his request to plead on behalf of Qi Yuan.

In the place of origin, Qi Yuan would then have another chance at life.

"To death!" Mu Yan slashed down with his blade.

Such a powerful blow could sever rivers and displace mountains and hills.