Chapter 126.1: He's Not Faking Madness, He's Truly Mad

Over two thousand peak Mythwalkers and hundreds of Supremes were gathered inside the city.

Qi Yuan sat solemnly atop the wall. His gaze was divine, his voice ethereal, reminiscent of celestial music. When his sermon began, everyone was enchanted. Even the scheming Mi Luo seemed transported between a realm of heaven and hell. Time quietly slipped through their fingers as everyone listened, enraptured.

***

Outside the City of No Return, three terrifying auras lurked.

At the forefront was Mi Luo's father, the Great Supreme Mi Kong. He had a strange look on his face. "Even without the aid of the Slate of Fate, this Blood Master's talent is already terrifying."

"The Human-Demon Path is the path of human nature. To truly comprehend the Origin, one must either fully grasp humanity, or be obsessed with a single notion. Hence, to lecture on it requires at least profound worldly wisdom to see through all things. Unfortunately, that also means madness."

Another Great Supreme sighed. "The Blood Master's madness is not faked. Harnessing Human-Demon power could drive someone insane. Even Great Supremes cannot withstand it."

All three were Great Supremes, with Origin Divine Techniques were at the Engraving stage. Of course they'd know about the Human-Demon Path.

This path was wildly chaotic. The deeper one went, the more it affected the mind. Even the strongest of the living, White Supreme and the Supreme One, had never fully reached it.

With the Slate of Fate, the Blood Master could clarify the chaotic Human-Demon Path, letting Mythwalkers directly touch the Origin. He was deeply immersed in the Human-Demon Path, he could go insane at any moment.

Northern Great Supreme Wang Mei proposed, "Let the Blood Master serve as a lesson for us all. One who wields the Slate of Fate must not tangle too deeply. Each of us will hold it for seven years in turn."

They had discussed this plan before.

"No objections," said a blue-haired woman coldly. "I enjoy studying unusual things. Two-thirds of the Blood Master's body will be mine. I want to study it thoroughly."

Mi Kong chuckled, "When we act, don't be too violent. If we smash the Blood Master to pieces, Great Supreme Bing Xue won't be able to research him."

Wang Mei smiled with concern. "My brow keeps twitching. Is this a good sign or a bad one?"

"Why, what else worries you?" asked Mi Kong.

"The Purple Daoist went missing in the Bloodfall Thousand Cities. It's odd," said Wang Mei, uneasy.

Mi Kong inwardly despised him. They had discussed this matter many times, yet this old man was still worried.

"Even if the Blood Master used the Slate of Fate to slay the Purple Daoist, we still have over a thousand Supremes serving us. Even the White Supreme would hesitate, let alone the Blood Master!" Mi Kong comforted him.

Mi Long wasn't getting any younger. Success was imperative.

Over the years, the three Great Supremes had gradually sent peak Mythwalker cultivators into the City of No Return. Including those attending this lecture, there were over 1,500. The city's prosperity owed much to their contributions.

Bing Xue said lightly, "Delay further, and it won't just be us coveting the Blood Master."

Wang Mei pressed his twitching brow. "Agreed."

Mi Kong chuckled, "Let's discuss how to divide the spoils."

Discussion of such things always excited them. After all, this opportunity surpassed even attaining Great Supreme status.

***

The sermon finally concluded. Those below sat upright—some frowning, some lost in thought.

Qi Yuan muttered, "I was much more serious this time. Don't let me down."

Suddenly, a man stood, bursting with Origin power. Eyes closed, his joy was palpable, he had become a Supreme. One by one, other Mythwalkers stepped into the Supreme realm. They were springing up akin to bamboo shoots after rain. In mere hours, over a thousand new Supremes appeared in the city. This was equivalent to more than a millennium of accumulation in the Flowing Wind World.

Mi Luo's eyes widened in awe. Seeing it firsthand was far more shocking than any report. He glanced at the Blood Master on the wall, a dangerously bold thought crossing his mind.

Soon... I can replace him.

All he had to do was wait for all the spies to reach the Supreme realm.

Half a day passed. For ordinary workers, it was a long, torturous day; for those on holiday, fleeting. For the newly ascended Supremes, it felt unrealistically short. And for Mi Luo, the afternoon dragged interminably.

Finally, the last Mythwalker had ascended to Supreme. Now, all over two thousand cultivators were Supremes.

They saluted Qi Yuan in unison, "Thank you for imparting the Dao, Blood Master!"

Over a thousand Supremes roared in unison, their voices rolling out for dozens of miles, echoing throughout the city. At least in that moment—in that one thunderous shout—there was some sincerity.

Qi Yuan lounged on the wall lazily. "Finally finished."

However, endings were often beginnings.

When Qi Yuan was about to leave, Mi Luo raised his voice amid the crowd. "It's not over yet!"

His light voice carried over to everyone. Immediately, all eyes fell upon Mi Luo. Some were astonished, some afraid, some confused, and some anxious.

Li Yunzhi muttered in the crowd, "This guy's finally causing trouble."

He was still worried. Anyone not blind could see many Supremes were gravitating toward Mi Kong, seemingly picking sides. Moreover, there were many veteran Supremes among them.

Qi Yuan looked at Mi Luo and grumbled, "Not over yet? Hurry up, I'm busy."

Mi Luo paled, yet knew the moment had come. He shouted, "It's about my grudge with the Blood Master. Everyone, stand back! If you interfere and die, it's on you!"

His harsh words drew more Supremes to his side. Even the veteran Supremes of the City of No Return rushed to him. Within moments, over a thousand Supremes gathered around Mi Luo, their combined aura enough to awe all present.

The remaining Supremes were scattered like sand. Over a thousand of them watched with fear and uncertainty.

A towering Supreme stepped forward, clearly agitated. "What are you doing? The Blood Master has granted us Origin insight to become Supremes. Now you betray him?"

Then, he rallied his followers, "Everyone, follow me. Blood Master needs us!"

Only a few dozen heeded the call, others hesitated or even leaned toward Mi Luo.

Mi Luo stared at the towering Supreme with disdain.

Humans are selfish through and through. Occasional brilliance is fleeting, like distant stars. If there aren't stars, there will not be light.

A smirk spread across Mi Luo’s face. "Don't be fooled by the Blood Master. He was once a young prodigy, admired by my father, and even betrothed to my sister. Yet he seduced her, stole a treasure from my father, and by that became what he is. My grudge with him is long-standing. Don't meddle!"

No matter the situation, one should still uphold some sense of righteousness.

Sure enough, as soon as the message spread, some of the hesitating finally said, "No wonder the Blood Master can hold sermons! He owes it all to the treasure stolen from Great Supreme Mi Kong! I refuse to side with such a despicable man."

Some Supremes used this as justification not to protect the Blood Master. Opportunists even asked, "Mi Luo, may we join you in killing this despicable man?"

"Most welcome," Mi Luo smiled.

Over a thousand Supremes were still with the Blood Master, but they were disorganized. Soon, a few hundred more joined Mi Luo. His smugness grew.

"Blood Master, hand over the treasure and pay for your mistakes," Mi Luo demanded, pressing with a thousand Supremes.

Qi Yuan remained unnaturally calm. "Just you? No one else?"

Cheerful laughter came. "

Ha

! Blood Master, as expected, you have unparalleled courage!"

The three Great Supremes stood behind over a thousand Supremes, separated from Qi Yuan by a massive wall of power. They stared at him with fervor. Yet the Blood Master remained unfazed.

That only deepened their suspicion. The Blood Master had gone insane! Not even the White Supreme would be this calm!

Of course, confidence aside, the three Great Supremes never placed themselves at the very front of the formation. They stood well behind the thousand Supremes. Who knew what horrifying tricks the Blood Master could have? They couldn't possibly give up their lives just for this.

"Blood Master," Mi Kong said proudly, "we three Great Supremes, along with seventeen hundred Supremes, are here to send you on your way. Is that enough for you?"

When had he ever commanded over a thousand Supremes? As long as they killed the Blood Master, everything he owned would belong to the three of them.

With the Slate of Fate, they would be stronger than even the legendary White Supreme. Even on the battlefield beyond the Myriad Demon Gate, they would stand among the strongest, maybe even bargain with the mysterious Supreme One himself. Wasn't the Supreme One powerful only because he possessed a Slate of Fate?