The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 854 - 375 I believe in my heart, but my nose doesn’t - Part 2

Chapter 854: Chapter 375 I believe in my heart, but my nose doesn’t - Part 2

Hei Lu Martial Lord hurriedly said, "The energy is insufficient, the Wall of Dongjun has fallen silent, unable to answer."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan felt somewhat disappointed, "Alas, I was going to ask it if it had fallen in love."

Hei Lu Martial Lord then said, "Heavenly Venerable, if you wish to become a Martial Arts Martial God, you must assist Dongjun.

Otherwise, if calamity were to destroy the world, he would be unable to transform into Wan Dao, becoming the Ten Thousand Paths Martial God of this realm!"

Hei Lu Martial Lord also understood that Qi Yuan wanted to become both a Spirit Dao Martial Lord and a Ten Thousand Paths Martial God.

Becoming a Spirit Dao Martial Lord is simple, but becoming a Ten Thousand Paths Martial God is very difficult.

To become a Ten Thousand Paths Martial God, one must protect the world.

Therefore, he used this matter to bring Qi Yuan into the camp.

After all, Qi Yuan was a Heavenly Venerable, and he also had other mysterious Heavenly Venerables under his command.

"Don’t worry, I am a good person, I will save the world!" Qi Yuan readily agreed.

Seeing this, Hei Lu Martial Lord sighed in relief.

...

As ancestor blood surged through his body, Mu Yan opened his eyes, which showed a sharp and ambitious gleam.

"I’ve finally become a Martial Lord!"

At this moment, he was full of youthful vigor, his eyes seemingly capable of splitting a mountain with their gaze.

Having stepped into the Realm of Martial Lord, he had cleared the clouds to see the blue sky, understanding how minuscule the Martial King Realm was in comparison.

"Mu Yan, you’ve finally become a Martial Lord, come out, we’re only waiting for you!"

Mu Yan’s ancestor, a Great Martial Lord, entered, his eyes filled with admiration.

"I pay my respects to the ancestor!" Having stepped into the realm of a Martial Lord, Mu Yan knew he had become very strong, but he also clearly understood just how vast the gap between Martial Lords could be.

A single Martial Aperture could almost mean a twofold difference.

"I wonder what business brings the ancestor here?" Mu Yan asked curiously.

"It’s like this, a Heavenly Venerable seeks to become a Spirit Dao Martial Lord and needs to challenge a Martial Lord."

"Ah?" Mu Yan was somewhat confused.

What is a Heavenly Venerable?

But from the ancestor’s words, was this letting him challenge another Martial Lord?

"I shall certainly do my best!" Mu Yan said quickly.

"Hehe, as you like," the Great Martial Lord chuckled.

Following the Great Martial Lord, Mu Yan was actually quite curious, "Ancestor, is my opponent strong? Should I... hold back?"

"You just need to do your best," the Great Martial Lord said casually, "and remember, no provocation, no insults."

"Yes, sir." Even though he didn’t understand, Mu Yan agreed.

Following the Great Martial Lord, the two left the high tower.

Mu Yan kept his head down, and soon, he saw some familiar faces.

They had participated in the struggle for ancestor blood and had now become Martial Lords.

Those people looked toward Mu Yan with envious eyes.

Mu Yan’s puzzlement grew because more and more Martial Lords appeared.

So much so that there were countless numbers, densely packed.

"Ancestor... why are there so many Martial Lords?" Mu Yan asked carefully, his excitement palpable.

Because he felt a few auras that were particularly strong.

Those were the auras of... titled Martial Lords.

They were the legendary titled Martial Lords, standing at the pinnacle of this world.

"They have all come to participate in the challenge," the Great Martial Lord said.

Mu Yan was even more baffled. Was this similar to a human Martial Arts tournament?

Were all the participants Martial Lords?

And just then, suddenly, a voice resounded beside Mu Yan’s ear: "You truly do not disappoint, being the last and most anticipated to arrive."

A man in a blood-red robe appeared, standing beside Mu Yan, his expression calm.

Seeing the newcomer, Mu Yan’s face lit up with joy: "Qi... Qi Yuan, how come you are here?"

He was surprised and happy to see Qi Yuan here.

Since Qi Yuan could appear here, it meant the ancestor had already smoothed things over for him.

"I am here to challenge... you, and..."

"Challenge me? Could it be that you’ve stepped into the Martial Lord Realm!" Mu Yan’s joy for Qi Yuan grew.

He hadn’t anticipated that Qi Yuan would have a stroke of good fortune.

"Hehe, don’t worry, I won’t go too hard on you; I won’t let you lose too badly," Mu Yan said happily.

Qi Yuan smiled: "Lose? I won’t lose!"

"Hmph, above the Black Sea, I was no match for you, but don’t judge me by the past. I am no longer who I once was!" Mu Yan said happily.

"Enough talk, I need to complete my task and become the Spirit Realm Martial Lord!" Qi Yuan’s voice was calm.

"Where’s the stage?" Mu Yan was eager to try.

"Why do we need a stage?" Qi Yuan said, his tone rising at that moment, and in an instant, he flew out of the high tower.

Seeing this, Mu Yan’s heart clenched, almost jumping to his throat.

Because all the Martial Lords were now converging on top of the high platform.

Not a single person flew into the sky, and even titled Martial Lords stood on the ground; although they didn’t understand why, the other Martial Lords certainly didn’t dare to fly either.

And Qi Yuan flew into the sky—wasn’t this disrespectful to the other Martial Lords?

At this moment, Qi Yuan flew toward the heavens, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind, standing above the void like an exiled immortal.

"Have all the Martial Lords of the Beginning Lands gathered?" Qi Yuan asked, his voice loud and clear, reaching the entire tower.

Above the tower, the new Martial Lords who had interacted with Qi Yuan, both from their bases and from the Mountain and Sea Scrolls, all wore shocked expressions, staring at Qi Yuan in astonishment.

At this moment, dozens of titled Martial Lords stepped forward, their faces showing respectful expressions, "Reporting to Heavenly Venerable, all Martial Lords are present!"

The rest of the tens of thousands of Martial Lords, arrayed in their forces, were like commoners before a king.

"Reporting to Heavenly Venerable, we are all here!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Yan was utterly dumbfounded.

Because, his ancestor was also paying tribute to Qi Yuan, much like a eunuch bowing to a monarch.

"What’s going on?" Mu Yan wondered in his heart.

"If you want to become a Spirit Realm Martial Lord, it’s very simple; just defeat all the Martial Lords in the world."

"So, all of you come at me together, don’t worry, I will be gentle and won’t harm you!"

Qi Yuan has always been civilized, setting new trends.

He was not like the old men from the Higher Realm who were either too gentle or too rough.

In the next realm, to display their might, they had killed many of their own little demons by shaking them to death.

If they treated their own demons this way, let alone ordinary people, they would surely kill indiscriminately.

"Heavenly Venerable, no offense!"

"No offense!"

All the Martial Lords roared in unison at this moment, their voices like waves.

Mu Yan had a perplexed look on his face, his heart filled with both confusion and anxiety.

So many people were striking at Qi Yuan.

"Ancestor, are we all attacking Qi Yuan together?"

"Call him Heavenly Venerable!" the Great Martial Lord quickly instructed.

"But... what if he dies?"

Although Mu Yan knew that Qi Yuan might not be as simple as he seemed, and probably had great strength,

even with great strength, when faced with nearly ten thousand Martial Lords,

this was martyrdom.

"Hmph, you dream of killing the Heavenly Venerable?

A little while ago, the Heavenly Venerable swallowed a sun."

"What? Swallowed a sun?" Mu Yan’s eyes widened.

"Battle!" At this moment, Qi Yuan’s voice rang out again.

An endless barrage of attacks swept out, rushing towards the heavens.

However, these attacks were like drizzle.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, not resisting, letting every attack fall on his body.

Because this was also an opportunity to comprehend the Ten Thousand Paths.

...

Spring left and autumn arrived.

Suddenly, the two emperors would often appear, traversing within the Black Sea.

The Martial Lords of the Eastern Alliance had grown accustomed to the appearance of the sudden two emperors.

At this moment, on Vault Star, at the site of the Martial Arts Tournament, on the stage.

Qi Yuan looked at the old man before him, his expression serene, "Old man, this is my last time participating in the Martial Arts Tournament. Next time, you can fulfill your dream and win the championship."

The Martial Arts Tournament continued.

Although people on Vault Star knew that the one who swallowed stars was the champion,

they longed to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, to see Qi Yuan.

But no one dared.

No one dared to disrupt Qi Yuan’s course of life.

What if tormenting the old man at the Martial Arts Tournament was one of that Heavenly Venerable’s hobbies?

So, the Martial Arts Tournament continued as usual, the venue devoid of spectators.

The spectators were only present in the broadcast room.

And the viewers in that broadcast room were of very high quality.

This broadcast room was also quite special, where one could not type any negative words, only sending "positive" bullet comments.

The white-haired old man hearing Qi Yuan’s words, looked a little dazed, "Immortal, you won’t participate anymore?"

For many years, he had always been defeated by Qi Yuan.

At first, he had been truly unreconciled.

But then... after seeing Qi Yuan swallow a star,

Well, he was convinced.

Being almost a hundred years old and losing to someone who swallowed stars, that’s normal, right?

"Yes, it’s over." Qi Yuan looked at the empty stands, feeling a tinge of hollowness inside.

The game... was nearly over.

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