Chapter 152.1: If I Summon My Golden Core, How Will You Deal With It?

The slaughter began in an instant.

The grand palace master calmly stepped forward, shouting, "Bright Formation of the Nine Heavens!"

Brilliance descended from above the nine heavens. Basking in radiance, he became incomparably sacred.

With utter devotion in their gazes, the second and third palace masters flew into the firmament. "Summon our Radiant Sword!"

As their voices rang out, the fifty-plus Violet Palaces below grew solemn, shouting in unison, "Summon our Radiant Sword!"

They became translucent, boundless radiance spreading across them, reminiscent of a saint. White light came with every sweep of their sleeves. Like fireflies, they rose into the sky, each radiating their own glow.

Over a thousand cultivators let out a roar all at once.

"Radiant Sword, guard our Bright Palace!"

"Indestructible Shield, repel all demons!"

Thousands of light swords floated above the headquarters, like ten thousand blades raining at once. Light, sanctity, devotion, sacrifice—the air was filled with such auras. Every cultivator stood solemn and unafraid of death, as if battling for light itself.

Qi Yuan’s smile froze. He looked at the sacred Bright Palace, then at himself, blood qi surging sky-high. Why did it feel like he was the ultimate villain?

"You shameless thieves who steal the light! I, the Blood-Clothed Sword God, represent justice and light. I will annihilate you! The true lineage of the Radiant Sword lies with me!" Qi Yuan roared, his robe snapping violently in the wind.

Endless blood boiled and churned in the firmament. Towering killing intent swept across the heavens, striking fear into anyone who so much as glanced at the sky.

The Blood Soul Sword on his back left its sheath. Blood-red radiance shimmered demonically—an evil god’s temptation given form.

Inner Demon Lure.

The sword shot into the heavens. Within the endless sea of blood, over a thousand blood-red long swords rose into the air, as if answering a summons.

Winds howled threateningly, and demons snarled. Countless auras spread across the thousand blood-red swords. Arrogance, wickedness, greed, gluttony...

Qi Yuan glanced at the swords behind him, feeling a bit guilty. "This is what you call the Radiant Sword!"

If he had only summoned one, he could still disguise it as white, radiant, and holy. A thousand, though? Nearly impossible to disguise, so he didn’t even bother trying. Who said bad people couldn't be good people?

Qi Yuan roared, "Justice will triumph over evil!"

The opposing cultivators also shouted, "Radiant Sword, slay all evil!"

Blood-red swords collided with holy light swords, tearing the sky asunder. One half surged with blood, the other fell like sacred rain. Blood-red and white continued to clash, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Holy radiance—the purest thing in the world—was instantly tainted by blood.

The grand palace master’s holy aura wavered as if about to fall apart. The enemy cultivators became deathly pale. Dozens of Nascent Souls saw their light swords completely turn blood-red.

𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Qi Yuan also went pale. He had forcefully taken dozens of Origin Divine Techniques head-on. Both sides had suffered losses, with the Bright Palace losing more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators.

Without wasting any second, Qi Yuan rapidly activated Death Radiance, restoring himself to full condition. "A false Radiant Sword could stand against my real one? Not bad. You've got some skill. Looks like killing you will take a full day and night."

All the Violet Palaces of Bright Palace were shaken. They had thought even if this strike couldn't kill the Blood-Clothed Sword God, it would at least severely injure him! However, he was unscathed!

"Again!" Qi Yuan declared.

He had grown bolder with each battle. Back then, he had leaped realms to challenge the two thousand and seven old men. Now, he was at the Core Formation realm, with his own Origin Divine Technique. What was wrong with slaughtering some Violet Palaces?

This time, he summoned three thousand Radiant blood swords, overwhelming them with numbers!

"I will protect Bright Palace with my life!" the Nascent Souls and Violet Palaces roared, blazing with intense light.

Boom!

Another collision erupted.

Qi Yuan simultaneously activated Tyrannical Might and Death Radiance, merging them into his divine technique. Light and blood intertwined. Within the radiance, an additional streak of demonic blood appeared.

Qi Yuan laughed loudly. "

Hahaha

, go on! Your fake light will eventually be devoured by me!"

In the distance, all the Violet Palaces observing the battle wore expressions of shock. "The Blood-Clothed Sword God is terrifying! Even Elder Wutian might not be his match!"

"Give him another ten thousand years and he might truly become a Yin Spirit!"

"What kind of monstrous demon is this? Blood qi is overflowing the heavens. If he really defeats Bright Palace, what will become of our Cuiyun Continent?"

An Origin Divine Technique revealed a cultivator's future nature most clearly. The Blood-Clothed Sword God's technique overflowed with blood energy, spewing all kinds of negative emotions. Anyone who saw him could feel it: he was a monstrous demon of world-shaking magnitude.

A Violet Palace said in astonishment, "Could it be, he's not a cultivator of this universe?"

Watching up close, they could sense that his Origin Divine Technique was different from theirs.

"A cross-realm demon?"

"How did Bright Palace provoke such a figure?!"

"With such overwhelming blood qi, he must have slaughtered at least millions of living beings!"

Just then, space rippled, and a man in golden robes murmured, "Such an overwhelming blood qi... There’s no doubt about it! He’s a great demon! I originally wanted to save his life and bring him into our Seeking Dao Palace, but now, forget it."

Nearby Violet Palaces were utterly shaken. "Seeking Dao Palace?"

Seeking Dao Palace was a mysterious power within the Canglan World. Founded by a Yin Spirit, its minimum entry requirement was late-stage Violet Palace. Cultivators gathered there in pursuit of the path to becoming Yin Spirits. Now, even such a great faction was paying attention to the Blood-Clothed Sword God! How could they not be shocked?!

A Violet Palace couldn't help asking the golden-robed man, "Senior, who do you think will win this battle?"

The golden-robed man watched the great battle. "On top of cultivating secret arts, the Blood-Clothed Sword God's Origin Divine Technique is extraordinary. His strength surpasses Elder Wutian by a fair margin. If Bright Palace doesn't change tactics, given enough time, the Blood-Clothed Sword God will win. But..."

His tone shifted. "Bright Palace will not sit and wait for death. Once the Yin Spirit artifact is unleashed, the sun and moon will lose their light. The Blood-Clothed Sword God will certainly fall. The outcome of this battle is already decided."

With that, the golden-robed man vanished. By now, the Bright Palace and Qi Yuan had clashed more than ten times, with each exchange ending in Qi Yuan’s favor.

Through constant collisions, over a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators were contaminated, inner demons running rampant. Light swords were contaminated into blood swords. Even several Violet Palaces suffered the same fate.

And yet, Qi Yuan's divine techniques showed no signs of being exhausted. "Again!"

His Blood Soul Sword had absorbed all the inner demons of the Flowing Wind World. If there was one thing Qi Yuan did not lack, it was Origin Divine Techniques.

The grand palace master’s expression grew cold, gazing at Qi Yuan with deep fear. "You truly exceed my expectations. Even Elder Wutian likely isn't your match."

Qi Yuan stood in the void, his blood-red robe growing ever more demonic. "Spare me your words! Bright Palace will fall today!"

He was relaxed. Honestly, the battle wasn’t difficult at all. It was just time-consuming, slowly grinding them down.

Zi Ran screamed at the top of her lungs, "Big Brother, why bother talking to him? Activate the Yin Spirit artifact and kill this beast in one stroke!"

She didn’t want to continue such a suffocating battle. If this dragged on even a wee bit longer, with the stewards and elders being corrupted left and right, their losses would be severe.

Even the usually taciturn second palace master said, "Big Brother, it's time to use the Origin Divine Technique artifact."

They all knew the artifact couldn’t be used lightly. Since it was incomplete, using it would lengthen the time required for repairs. The great calamity was approaching, and they did not have much time left. However, the Blood-Clothed Sword God's power exceeded all expectations, and their hands were forced.

The grand palace master looked at Qi Yuan and sighed softly. "Fellow Daoist, why are you so relentless? We great cultivators do not attain our cultivation easily. Killing mortals is no great loss. Give it a few hundred or even a thousand years, and they will reappear like locusts—endless, inexhaustible. But for our kind, it takes over a thousand years to produce even one."

He still hoped to save what he could.

Qi Yuan listened, expression calm. "So your life is precious? No, actually, it is. My white moonlight is superior, so it’s only natural!"

His tone held no hint of compromise.

The grand palace master's expression turned icy. At last, he made his decision.

Emperor Dragon Shock Crown!

The incomplete Yin Spirit artifact flew out from his sleeve, landing upon his head. The golden crown was stained with a single drop of blood—the blood of a Yin Spirit. No late-stage Violet Palace could withstand that single droplet.

A terrifying, overwhelmingly domineering aura spread without cease.

The grand palace master's face twisted with agony and ferocity. Dense scales sprouted across him. His eyes turned gold, while his head transformed into a dragon's head. An ancient, mysterious, invincible power radiated forth.

Qi Yuan felt that he was no longer facing a Violet Palace cultivator, but a celestial god.

"Those who offend divine might, shall die!" declared the grand palace master, his voice deep and full of authority.

All the Violet Palaces felt their hearts pounding violently. It felt as though they would shatter on the spot if that god so willed it.

In the next moment, spiritual energy within a thousand-li radius went berserk, forming a spiritual tempest.

"A Yin Spirit!"

"A Yin Spirit has descended!"

A Nascent Soul cultivator looked once, and blood flowed from his eyes. "So this is the Yin Spirit realm, just one glance and my eyes!!"

"The Blood-Clothed Sword God is done for!"

Once a Yin Spirit appears, who could oppose it? Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, even Violet Palace—all were as fragile as mortals before a Yin Spirit.

Qi Yuan's gaze grew solemn for the first time. "So this is the power of a god..."