Chapter 127.1: Within Myriad Demon Gate - Memories of the Past

High above the void, Qi Yuan wore a faint, gentle smile. Yet to everyone else, that smile resembled a devil’s contemptuous grin.

Qi Yuan sighed helplessly, "

Aiya

, what a pity. The music's only halfway through, why is everyone dead already?"

It only took half a song for him to massacre one thousand seven hundred Supremes. Moreover, they had died without even knowing how. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Qi Yuan, on the other hand, showed no surprise. To him, they were nothing more than game NPCs and enemies designed to die. The music continued. How could the slaughter end so soon?

His gaze swept lazily across the remaining thousand Supremes. "Shall we have another round?"

The surviving Supremes stiffened in horror, their hearts trembling uncontrollably.

The towering Supreme, who had sided with Qi Yuan earlier, shouted, "Blood Master, we have always been loyal to you!"

Nearly a hundred Supremes, including Li Yunzhi, rose to their feet at once. "We are willing to die for the Blood Master!"

The remaining thousand Supremes were scared out of their wits. They weren't dumb enough not to understand what to do. The slightest hesitation would result in death.

"We are willing to die for the Blood Master!" they shouted in unison, louder and more powerful than when they had pledged their thanks.

With a flicker of disappointment, Qi Yuan said lazily, "Since that’s the case, those three Great Supremes are yours. Don’t go too hard on them, I want them alive."

Against ordinary Supremes, Qi Yuan was unmatched, but Great Supremes were still mildly troublesome. Why exert himself when he had a thousand Supremes?

The mournful sound wailed, and the drums grew louder. Over a thousand Supremes turned their gaze toward the three Great Supremes. The aura they unleashed was terrifying.

"How dare you plot against the Blood Master! Your crime deserves death!"

"Do you think the Blood Master is someone you clowns can provoke?"

A moment ago they had been hesitant. Now, they became the Blood Master’s most loyal warriors, charging toward his enemy.

The faces of the three Great Supremes twisted in agony. When the chaos first erupted, they had tried to flee, but dozens of Supreme gazes prevented them from doing so. What chance of survival did they have against over a thousand Supremes?

Great Supreme Wang Mei roared toward the heavens, ripping out his own eyebrows in fury, "Mi Kong, I should never have followed you here!"

Countless Origin Divine Techniques fell akin to a torrential downpour. Powerless to launch a counterattack, the three Great Supremes could only defend with all their might. In just a single exchange, their defenses shattered. Once their Origin Divine Techniques were depleted, they fell apart. Had the thousand Supremes not held back, the three would’ve been dead.

Still, the mournful suona echoed.

Qi Yuan descended beside the fallen Great Supremes, holding a broken sword. "You three are really disappointing. The people you brought were too few. I couldn't even reach level 200."

Great Supreme Mi Kong stared at him with dimming eyes, rasping, "You... you’re no human!"

Qi Yuan ignored him. Amid the lonely wail of the suona, he executed all three Great Supremes. Before the tune even ended, the slaughter was complete, leaving Qi Yuan in utter boredom.

Returning to the city wall, he said gently to the musicians below, "If only you could be my musicians forever, that would be perfect."

Taking a thousand Supremes to the Bright Palace’s mountain, playing suona day after day. Bright Palace... What a joke!

Supreme Yang Hun smiled obsequiously. "It is our utmost honor to serve the Blood Master!"

They continued playing, albeit their eyes repeatedly drifted toward the massacre below. Just moments ago, one thousand seven hundred Supremes had been butchered by the Blood Master. What a terrifying scene!

Supreme Yang Hun silently praised his own foresight. Thankfully, he had pledged allegiance to the Blood Master early. Otherwise, how would he earn a place in the Blood Master’s most treasured music troupe?

"Still, you need to work on your skills. Ideally, when the suona sounds, people a hundred li away or even a thousand, should hear it. Only then would it match my status." Qi Yuan paused, then shook his head. "Forget it, that would disturb the people. There are still little animals sleeping, aren't there? As a man of great compassion, I couldn’t possibly do such a thing."

His voice was calm and indifferent, yet those who heard it felt that something was off. A compassionate man?

Him

? After what they had just witnessed?

Supreme Yang Hun hurried to flatter him again, "For the Flowing Wind World to have Blood Master, it's our greatest blessing!"

Qi Yuan glanced at him and replied dryly, "And having you must be my blessing too."

Supreme Yang Hun froze.

Is he praising me? Doesn’t sound like it.

The battle ended. The orchestra finished their tune and descended from the wall.

Qi Yuan remained on the wall, helplessness and joy filling his gaze. He murmured, "Level 200."

After killing over a thousand Supremes and three Great Supremes, plus all those years tightening bolts in the Demonic Factory, he had finally reached level 200.

He mused. "If my guess is right, level 209 should be the peak of the Great Supreme realm."

Levels 180 to 209 corresponded to the Great Supreme Realm.

Next, would it be the Yin Spirit realm? Or something else entirely?

Qi Yuan sighed softly. "A pity, a pity, I've revealed too much of my strength after today's battle. I doubt anyone in the Blood Palace will dare rebel against me now."

Qi Yuan was not one to kill the innocent. Yet he would kill those who schemed against him or sought his life without hesitation. As for the rest, even if they were mere NPCs, he couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger.

"Better to expand the Blood Palace quickly, recruit more Supremes, and hunt down more demon spawns. If I can’t beat White Supreme and the Supreme One, can’t I just call for reinforcements?”

Qi Yuan refused to believe the White Supreme and the Supreme One could handle a few hundred thousand Supremes.

"As expected, the strength of the masses was unmatched!" Of course, that applied to everyone but him. "I’ve reached the Great Supreme realm. So why can't I engrave my Origin Divine Technique onto my flesh and soul?”

Previously, the Great Forgetfulness Sutra was giving him a hard time, refusing to let his realm advance. Now, he was facing the same issue with Inner Demon Lure! No matter what he did, it just wouldn't engrave! Even though it was the last step! If he succeeded, he could become the inner demon of all beings, manifesting inner demons in a glance.

Qi Yuan sighed. "Am I really that untalented?"

As for the Great Forgetfulness Sutra, he was still stuck at the Limited stage. To reach the Subtle stage, he predicted he would have to relive every moment of his life, then forget them, and recall them again. But ever since entering the Myriad Phenomena Gate, his memories grew vague. Perhaps, what he required was a trigger.

Must I enter the gate again to remember?

Qi Yuan wondered.

Thinking of the Myriad Phenomena Gate made him think of Canary. Unfortunately, he still hadn’t found her.

Just then, Chen Huan stepped onto the city wall, his gaze sharp and murderous. "Big Brother, what should we do with the remaining Supremes?"

During Supreme Mi Luo's assault, many Blood Palace Supremes had defected. Their betrayal made Chen Huan furious, but not as much as those who merely stood and watched.

Qi Yuan smiled lightly. "Those who chose to stand with us earlier, reward them. Raise their rank within the Blood Palace."

The Blood Palace had its own hierarchy of titles. In the past, the Supremes dismissed such ranks as meaningless. After witnessing Qi Yuan’s terrifying power, who would dare remain indifferent? Now, these titles carried real authority.

Qi Yuan said, calm as ever, "As for the rest, deal with them as you wish. I’ve no interest in managing them, nor wasting a single thought on it."

The art of ruling? The way of kings?

Others would probably treat such things as sacred, but they meant nothing to Qi Yuan. When the game ended, he would simply leave this world. Why bother with all that?

Chen Huan cupped his fists, fully understanding Qi Yuan’s nature. "As you command!”

As a Supreme, bodily injury was trivial. In the past, several Supremes had ambushed Chen Huan, severing his arm. Nevertheless, it had grown back long ago.

Qi Yuan said calmly, "I’ll be going into seclusion for a while. During this period, I won't see anyone. I'll leave you to manage the Blood Palace’s expansion. Once a year, I'll come out to give a sermon. If you find Canary, send her into the underground palace."

He would enter the underground palace to comprehend the Origin and strengthen his Origin Divine Technique. Such comprehension could not be gained by simply slaying enemies, but also through Qi Yuan’s own insight and effort.

As for expanding City of No Return, recruiting top martial legends, and hunting down demon spawns—those tasks were left to Chen Huan.

After giving his orders, Qi Yuan left the City of No Return and descended into the underground palace. Even while comprehending the Origin, he continued to slaughter demon spawns tirelessly.