Chapter 121.1: Qi Yuan's Plan, Creating Blood Palace

Unfortunately, the Purple Daoist had been possessed by his inner demon. His cultivation had recovered to the Great Supreme realm, and his Origin Divine Technique had once again become flawless. However, akin to a prairie wildfire, the inner demon couldn’t be extinguished.

Staring at Qi Yuan in terror, the Purple Daoist's face twisted with ferocity. "W-what did you do?!"

The Purple Daoist couldn't understand it at all! The inner demon was consuming his body, and even his Origin Divine Technique couldn’t protect him.

Qi Yuan gave the Purple Daoist a sideways glance. "What did I do? I forgot."

Not far away, Chen Huan witnessed this scene. He felt even more bewildered and shaken toward Qi Yuan. After all, the Purple Daoist had succumbed to inner demon just from Qi Yuan's bluff! Despite not knowing the reason, Chen Huan was terrified senseless.

Chen Huan even wondered if he should pierce his own ears. What if he succumbed to inner demons after listening to Qi Yuan?

Meanwhile, the once incomparably powerful Purple Daoist roared and struggled for a long time, unable to suppress the inner demon. In the end, he died vengefully.

Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh. "As expected of a Great Supreme. It took so much effort to kill him!"

To be honest, Qi Yuan didn't like heckling someone to death. He was never good with words. What he loved most was killing an enemy with a sword, or lopping off a head with a vegetable knife.

Unfortunately, the enemy was too powerful. Having only mastered the first stage of the Great Forgetfulness Sutra, Qi Yuan was barely scratching the surface. The technique wasn't truly invincible. Perhaps only after engraving it into his being would he be able to make others forget at a single glance. And he himself could forget everything at will, including himself.

Chen Huan had the urge to splash him with water. "Big Brother, you killed a Great Supreme with words! You're even stronger than my master!"

"So simple, just a few words but it drained all my wisdom! Do you know mental labor can be more exhausting than physical labor?"

Of course... only sometimes.

Chen Huan felt that Qi Yuan was spouting nonsense again. He could only respond, "Big Brother, you are mighty! A Great Supreme killed just like that! I never imagined that I would fight alongside you to slay a Great Supreme, plus... six Supreme small fry."

He even counted Supreme Yubai in.

Qi Yuan ignored him. Defeating a Great Supreme gave tons of experience, directly increasing his level to 132. If only there were more Supremes to grind, he felt he could quickly reach level 200. Unfortunately, Supremes weren't easy to kill, especially Great Supremes.

He looked at the Purple Daoist's corpse. "If only you hadn't wanted to be my wife ...

Tsk

. You'd barely qualify as a concubine."

After saying this, Qi Yuan felt more and more like a scumbag. Not like he cared. His gaze shifted to the ancient stone slab beside the corpse.

Qi Yuan grinned brightly. "Slate of Fate... we meet again."

The Slate of Fate tried to flee, but was grabbed by him.

Qi Yuan held the Slate of Fate and looked at it. "No wonder this Purple Daoist was so similar to the Violet Heaven Maiden. Turns out both of them obtained the strongest treasure of this world."

[Thr Slate of Fate’s Fragment. Once called the Fraud Tablet. Contains ominousness, subdued by the Buddha. Everyone can obtain the answer they want from the Slate of Fate.]

The information was little, but extremely useful.

Staring meaningfully at the tablet, Qi Yuan recalled the dried corpse at the Myriad Demon Gate. The corpse had said he came from the Land of Buddha to subdue the ominous.

This Slate of Fate...

Qi Yuan grinned playfully. "Since everyone can obtain their desired answer from you, can you make me a Peak Golden Immortal or a Primordial Saint?"

He held the tablet. A strange scene emerged in his mind, as if he had traveled through time. Finally, he saw his future self.

He was invincible, defeating the White Supreme and the Supreme One. Then, the scene shifted to him escaping this world, and ascending to the Golden Immortal Realm. With the Slate of Fate, he resolved crisis after crisis, and proved the dao to the highest realm. At last, he became a Primordial Saint, able to freely traverse the river of time. A single breath from him annihilated all stars.

Qi Yuan activated his unique eye ability at the scene.

[A false future vision. Those who possess the Slate of Fate are more likely to believe it is real.]

Everything was an illusion. He had not traveled to the future. Neither did he become a Primordial Saint.

"No wonder the NPCs who got you thought they were invincible. So that's why..." Qi Yuan said calmly and laughed. "The person I'm looking for... Can you help me find her?"

He thought of Ning Tao. But this time, the Slate of Fate gave no answer. Instead, strange words appeared, basically saying it required energy to activate. The most suitable energy source was the host's blood.

Qi Yuan laughed. "Looks like you don't even know who I'm looking for."

He laid several restrictions on the slate fragment and put it away.

Then, he turned to Chen Huan beside him and slowly said, "Let's go."

***

One day later, in the City of No Return.

Chen Huan was stunned. "You want to establish a force called the Blood Palace? That name is unlucky."

All strong cultivators knew of the Blood Demon. He was even more terrifying than demon spawns. Even the Supreme One had said the Blood Demon would bring destruction upon the world. Though Chen Huan opposed the Supreme One, he still more or less believed this statement.

Qi Yuan confirmed. "It will be called the Blood Palace."

His main purpose in creating the Blood Palace was to find Canary. He had no idea what she sacrificed to awaken him, but it couldn’t have been small. Before leaving, he had bestowed Reincarnation to thirteen people of the old Blood Palace. Now, after countless years, they were probably lost in reincarnation.

Hence, Qi Yuan would rebuild the Blood Palace to awaken their memories. Or, if they still remembered the Blood Palace, they would come to the City of No Return to find him. Remaining alone in this city was useless.

Chen Huan tried to reason with him. "Big Brother, creating a force now is troublesome. Who would come all the way to the 108,000 Cities and risk their lives?

“People only joined strong factions for benefits. You could try to create a faction all you want, but who would come? Especially to such a deadly region. Even if someone came, they'd likely be weak.”

Qi Yuan's gaze turned deep. "Who said the Blood Palace has no benefits? Isn't having me good enough?"

Chen Huan froze. "

Huh

?"

"I have almighty, mysterious techniques that can help Mythwalkers step into the Supreme realm. Isn't that enough?"

Qi Yuan was most familiar with the Human-Demon Path. He could preach and help NPCs break through, especially from Mythwalker to Supreme.

There were only around a thousand Supremes in the world, but Mythwalkers? Even within the Thousand Cities, the number of Mythwalkers ranged in the hundreds to nearly a thousand. Let's not even start on the 108,000 Cities. The City of No Return was simply too small and insignificant.

How many were stuck at the Mythwalker realm, unable to break through to the Supreme realm? Even someone like Chen Huan, a disciple of the White Supreme, struggled to break through.

Chen Huan trembled. "Big Brother, this means offending the White Supreme Palace, and the entire Endless Blood Sea under the Supreme One."

He could already imagine it. If Qi Yuan taught people and helped countless Mythwalkers enter the Supreme realm... The entire world's balance would change.

Would the White Supreme tolerate the Blood Palace? Would the Supreme One allow it? The Blood Palace would face immense pressure.

Qi Yuan didn't care. "If anyone's unhappy, let them come to the City of No Return. I'll make them submit."

His priority was finding the Canary. Perhaps, she would find him even before the Blood Palace grew strong.

Chen Huan said, "But Big Brother, you’ll be attracting tons of attention. Besides, there's no saying those who join and become Supreme with your help won't betray you. Nobody's loyalty can be guaranteed."

Qi Yuan answered calmly, "Why do I need loyalty? I only need them to work for me. If they refuse... Good. They become my EXP."

There were too few Supremes in this world. Even killing all of them was unlikely to raise him to level 200. Better to mass-produce more. If they opposed him, he'd kill them for XP. To him, it was perfect.

If they behaved, he didn't care. Helping them become Supremes was fine. Consider it charity. In life—or in a game—Qi Yuan couldn't bother with those he didn't care about. He only cared about accomplishing his own goals.

"Big Brother, once we begin there's no turning back. Are you sure?"

Qi Yuan replied calmly, "I'm sure."