Chapter 180.2: A True God Falls: A Sword Slays the Petty

Before long, Little Xue arrived with several Earth Gods.

"Lord God, you were looking for me?" Little Xue asked curiously.

"Yes. Use your Origin Divine Technique. See if you can disperse the plague from their bodies," Qi Yuan instructed.

The Earth God's powers were surprisingly broad, and dispelling plagues was among them.

Little Xue froze, momentarily stunned. "

Huh

?"

She had only used her divine technique twice before, both times for farming.

"Just try," Qi Yuan said.

He suddenly had a realization of how useful this Blue Planet’s god was. Without further ado, Little Xue did as she was told and invoked her divine technique.

Qi Qi said up at once, her voice solemn, "May the heavens dispel the plague and protect the people of my godfather's domain!"

Little Xue closed her eyes, and the other Earth Gods followed her lead. A few seconds later, Little Xue opened her eyes. A drop of water had appeared in her jade-like palm. It was crystal clear and pristine, as though it could wash away every illness in the world.

With a light flick of her finger, the droplet shattered, breaking apart into countless tiny motes that drifted into all the patients.

Qi Yuan's gaze immediately fell on Wei Ting. The other physicians went to check on the plague-stricken people from Goldstone Town.

The doctors burst into excited murmurs, astonished by what they saw.

"The black spots... They are fading!"

"Their bodies are recovering!"

"Their spiritual energy feels much stronger!"

Qi Yuan, however, merely sighed. "As expected, since he isn't a god dedicated specifically to plagues, the treatment isn't quite as effective. They'll need another round before they're fully cured."

The physicians standing nearby were speechless. Qi Qi was at a loss for words as well.

Is this not considered effective?

She felt that just those words alone were enough to shame countless physicians into silence. Then, a thought struck her and her eyes lit up.

"Godfather, I noticed that Little Xue's techniques all involve appealing to the heavens. Doesn't that mean I could also ask the heavens to turn me into a Great Venerable?" she blurted out.

Qi Yuan looked at her, utterly exasperated. "Are you trying to exploit a bug here?"

The Earth God's powers connected heaven and earth. Little Xue wasn't a wishing machine!

At that moment, Wei Ting’s strength finally returned. He opened his eyes and saw that his sister's complexion had regained its healthy color.

Only then did he rise to his feet, cupping his fists deeply toward Qi Yuan. "Thank you for saving our lives, Qiyuann Sovereign! From this day on, my life belongs to you!"

Wei Ting had always been a man of few words. For him to say so much at once was already rare.

"It's nothing," Qi Yuan said casually, waving a hand.

Other villagers from Goldstone Town were also waking up one after another, expressing their gratitude to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan asked. "Do you know how the plague got onto you in the first place?"

He was genuinely curious. This was the cultivation world, how had so many people inexplicably contracted such a vicious plague?

"I don't know."

"It poured last night. When I woke up this morning, there were suddenly black spots on my hands."

"A lot of people in town fell sick overnight! Many died, and no one knows why!"

The people of Goldstone Town all wore puzzled expressions. Some were overwhelmed with grief after losing people they knew.

"You don't know..." Qi Yuan murmured.

Nearby, Wei Ting clenched his fists tightly, recalling his neighbor's corpse. He didn't know how the plague had spread either, but it had nearly taken his sister's life. That alone was unforgivable. If he ever found out who was behind it, he would never let that person go. Not for the rest of his life!

"For now, focus on treating the patients," Qi Yuan said. "We'll deal with everything else later."

Over the next several days, Goldstone Town became something akin to a living hell. Every day, new corpses could be found in secluded corners. Sometimes, one could see a frail little girl carrying her younger brother's body home, her eyes dull and vacant. Meanwhile, news that Clearwater Village could cure the plague spread rapidly. More and more people from Goldstone Town began fleeing toward Clearwater Village.

It was at this time that two Violet Palace cultivators arrived from a distant land. They were members of the Ancient God Alliance. One was an elderly man with white hair and beard, while the other was a short man. Due to their utterly mediocre looks, they were lost in the crowd. No one bothered to spare them a second glance.

"

Haa

... Feihuang City is finished," the old man said helplessly.

"It probably won't even last three years," the short man judged. "What a pity Ancient God Yuan never awakened. Had he joined our alliance, the town could’ve had some chance."

"According to the Huang Clan, there's an ancient god with a decent potential here. Since we're passing by anyway, we might as well recruit him."

Thus, the two headed toward Clearwater Village. They had already investigated Qiyuann Sovereign before coming. Upon learning that he had two high-tier God Visualization Arts, both agreed he was worth cultivating.

Suddenly, the ground in front of them stirred. Little Xue’s petite figure emerged from the earth. She warily gazed at them. "Who are you?"

The white-haired elder smiled warmly. "We've come from afar to visit Qiyuann Sovereign. We have no ill intent."

"Is that so? I'll go report it," said Little Xue, vanishing in the next instant.

A few moments later, the two were led inside the divine temple.

Qi Yuan lazily addressed the two, "I appreciate your goodwill. But I won't be leaving Clearwater Village."

His firm refusal caught the two men off guard.

The white-haired elder tried once more. "Ancient God, won't you reconsider?"

"No."

The short man's eyes flickered. "We've heard that you've manifested two God Visualization Arts. Would you be willing to sell them to the Ancient God Alliance?"

Qi Yuan rejected without hesitation. "No, I'm keeping them for my own use."

The short man put on a sorrowful, compassionate expression. "Feihuang City is doomed. Such powerful God Visualization Arts will likely be lost to the world. For the sake of all living beings, we ask you to copy them for us, so the inheritance does not vanish."

His thinking was simple: since the ancient god was stubborn and refused to leave, the high-tier visualization arts would inevitably be lost here. In that case, he might as well take them back and make a major contribution to the Ancient God Alliance.

Qi Yuan's expression turned cold. "That's a very rude way to speak."

The white-haired elder hurriedly grabbed the short man, trying to say something.

However, seemingly oblivious to Qi Yuan’s displeasure, the short man raised his voice. "Our Ancient God Alliance—"

Abruptly, he turned and looked toward the northern sky. Qi Yuan followed his gaze.

Far to the north, a dazzling pillar of light suddenly descended from the heavens. Though it lay thousands of miles from Clearwater Village, its brilliance was still blinding. A domineering and destructive aura swept across the land, terrifying in its intent to erase the mortal world.

The white-haired elder's expression darkened. "True Gods are fighting!"

To be precise, an ancient god was clashing with a new god. At that moment, another pillar of light surged upward, charging skyward with unstoppable resolve. Although it was obviously weaker to the one descending from above, it still rose without hesitation, challenging annihilation head-on.

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes as the two pillars collided.

Boom!

The world itself seemed to shudder. In the end, the pillar from the heavens proved to be far stronger. It obliterated the one rising from below, before slamming straight into the earth. Though he couldn’t see what happened next, he already knew the outcome—the city below was gone.

The laws of this world were far sturdier than those of the Canglan World. Even so, a single strike from a Yin Spirit was enough to wipe an entire city off the map.

The white-haired elder sighed, sorrow filling his eyes. "Another ancient god has fallen..."

With his death, the city he protected was also reduced to ashes.

"Do you see now?! This is what happens in fallen lands! Life hangs by a thread, and death could come at any moment. If you don’t leave us and join the Ancient God Alliance, you’re doomed, Qiyuann Sovereign!" The short man turned to Qi Yuan, madness flickering in his eyes. "Give me the visualization arts, and I'll personally recommend you!"

He appeared hysterical—or rather, he was attempting to take advantage of the chaos. The white-haired elder’s expression changed drastically as he tried to stop his companion. However, Qi Yuan's expression had already turned icy. A blood-red longsword slid from its sheath.

Qi Yuan said coldly, "Those who dare threaten my people have never lived to see tomorrow."

A single, flashing sword strike passed.

The short man accompanied the fallen ancient god and the annihilated city into oblivion.