His Name Is Not on the Mythological Stele

Seeing this, Qi Yuan could not help but sigh with emotion. "These Yin Gods are really shy and introverted. They didn't even want me to see them off and just ran right away." Great Venerable Wujun seemed not to hear Qi Yuan's words, merely gritting his teeth. "Short-sighted fools!" These Yin God Venerables treated the Blood-Robed Sword God like the plague. They constantly talked about confronting the Great Tribulation, yet the moment the lackeys of the Great Tribulation approached, every last one of them fled. He looked toward Old Man Qishang with a complicated expression. "You actually didn't leave with them?" Aside from Old Man Qishang, all the Yin Gods had departed without exception. "This old bag of bones already has one foot in the grave and has lived long enough. If I can catch a glimpse of the lackeys of the Great Tribulation before I die, I will have no regrets," Old Man Qishang coughed, answering truthfully. Lord Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at Qi Yuan. "With the Dark Sun descending, it would be best for Senior Blood-Robed Sword God to... leave this place." He was considering the Blood-Robed Sword God's well-being. The Four Generals of the Lei Family had managed to slay even Great Venerable Chiyan. Unless the Blood-Robed Sword God retreated to the Wangyue Continent, death was all but certain. Qi Yuan did not answer Lord Feng. Instead, he repeated the question he had asked earlier, which no one had answered: "Does the Dark Sun have many cultivation arts?" His mind was fixed on the Dark Sun's cultivation arts. Great Venerable Wujun shook his head. He had never even heard of the Dark Sun before this, so naturally, he had no idea whether they had many arts. "With so many experts, they should have plenty of arts as well," Great Venerable Wujun deduced reasonably. "Where is the Dark Sun's headquarters?" Qi Yuan's eyes shone with excitement. These Yin Gods were so terrified of the Dark Sun. And the Dark Sun was a lackey of the Great Tribulation—it had even caused the Head Society Master of the Divine Flower Society to mute his account. There had to be countless experts within the Dark Sun. Which meant countless cultivation arts. Why not seize this opportunity to rob the Dark Sun blind? "I am afraid only members of the Dark Sun know that," Old Man Qishang answered. "Seems I'll have to wait for the Dark Sun's people to come to me, then." Qi Yuan shrugged. A doubtful look crossed Old Man Qishang's face as well. "Senior is not returning to the Wangyue Continent?" He naturally assumed that upon hearing of the Dark Sun's arrival, the Blood-Robed Sword God would return to the Wangyue Continent. The Wangyue Continent was his home ground, after all. "Why would I go back to the Wangyue Continent? I was originally from the Canglan Realm. "Besides, I'm still waiting for the people from the Dark Sun to arrive. "They are my white moonlight, second only to Great Venerable Moli in my heart," Qi Yuan answered earnestly. Great Venerable Moli possessed a Mythological Secret Vault, making her his number one white moonlight. The Dark Sun's Four Generals of the Lei Family were temporarily in second place. Old Man Qishang was rendered speechless. Great Venerable Wujun fell silent as well. In the days that followed, the entire Qinghong City felt suffocatingly tense, as if a storm were about to break. Great Venerable Moli of the Phoenix Palace also found an excuse to temporarily leave Qinghong City. Evidently, they were avoiding the Dark Sun and the Four Generals of the Lei Family to keep from being dragged down with them. At that moment, Great Venerable Moli gazed lazily at the figure in the mirror and smiled. "You guessed wrong this time. The Blood-Robed Sword God didn't return to the Wangyue Continent." Some time ago, the figure in the mirror had claimed that when faced with the Dark Sun's Four Generals of the Lei Family, the Blood-Robed Sword God would flee back to the Wangyue Continent. The great battle would take place there. Yet to everyone's surprise, the Blood-Robed Sword God had stayed at the Dao Seeking Palace, choosing to confront the four generals head-on. "He is indeed unpredictable," the figure in the mirror replied. "According to your logic, since he chose to stay at the Dao Seeking Palace, will he be the victor in his clash with the Four Generals of the Lei Family?" Amusement danced in Great Venerable Moli's eyes. "Not so," the figure in the mirror said. "He will still lose. "The Four Generals of the Lei Family were once Mythological-level experts. "Though their foundations were stripped away, leaving only their physical husks, their strength has reached the peak of the Six Steps of Sky Treading after ceaseless tempering day and night. "Four experts at the peak of the Six Steps are enough to sweep through anything. "The Blood-Robed Sword God... is no Mythological. "Otherwise, why is his name missing from the Mythological Stele?" The Mythological Stele was a supreme treasure of the Canglan Realm. It stood in the Central Heavenly Domain, inscribed with the name of every Mythological expert in the realm. Whenever someone stepped into the Mythological realm, the Mythological Stele would sense it and record their name upon its surface. The Mythological Stele was also known as the Stele of the Dead. For any Mythological expert whose name was recorded on it would not survive a single Great Tribulation. At present, the Mythological experts inscribed on the stele who were still alive were exceedingly few, and they rarely appeared in the mortal world, constantly concealing their auras in an apparent bid to avoid the Great Tribulation coming in a few centuries. Beneath the Great Tribulation, ordinary Great Venerables still had a slim chance of survival, but... as for Mythological experts, none had ever been seen to survive. Since the Blood-Robed Sword God's name was not on the Mythological Stele, he naturally was not a Mythological. "Isn't your name absent from the Mythological Stele as well?" A meaningful smile appeared on Great Venerable Moli's face. "I am different from the Blood-Robed Sword God." The man kept his back turned to Great Venerable Moli. "I am a Mythological, yet also not a Mythological. "Whereas he... is simply not a Mythological." "If so, why hasn't he fled?" Great Venerable Moli asked once more. "Perhaps there really is something wrong with his head," the man muttered. Even as he said it, he felt utterly bewildered. Truly, the world was vast and full of wonders. To think that among cultivators who had reached the Great Venerable realm, there actually existed someone like the Blood-Robed Sword God... someone with an addled brain. "What a pity. I won't be able to kill him myself; he has to die at the hands of the Dark Sun," Great Venerable Moli sighed, somewhat disappointed. "Kill him? Relying on you probably won't do," the figure with his back turned in the ancient mirror said, a trace of mockery in his tone. Although Great Venerable Moli had concealed her strength, she had only reached the Five Steps of Sky Treading. "Don't I still have you?" Great Venerable Moli giggled, her breath fragrant as orchids. "Unless something captures my interest, I will not intervene," the man in the mirror said, his voice aloof. "The Blood-Robed Sword God... indeed has nothing worthy of your intervention." Great Venerable Moli looked at the back in the mirror with burning eyes and licked her lips. "Master, what fun tasks do you have for your servant next?" "Just watch the show," the figure with his back turned in the mirror replied. ... Inside the Dao Seeking Palace. Qi Yuan was carefully creating his cultivation arts, absorbing all kinds of knowledge. Contrary to outside rumors, Qi Yuan was completely calm and not shivering in fear in the slightest. After an unknown amount of time, a voice came from outside. "Senior Blood-Robed Sword God, a Divine Infant cultivator calling himself Shen Wushen has arrived bearing your token!" The Purple Mansion cultivator spoke respectfully, deeply curious inside. Why did a mighty figure like the Blood-Robed Sword God associate with so many weaklings? Setting aside this Shen Wushen, who was a Divine Infant, even that Origin Core cultivator, Gao Xiaoyu, addressed the Blood-Robed Sword God as a brother. It was truly absurd. "He's here?" Delight surfaced on Qi Yuan's face. A real tycoon had arrived! The value of a single Mythological art surpassed a hundred Heaven-grade arts. Compared to Shen Wushen, Great Venerable Moli, that number one white moonlight, wasn't worth a fart! "Quickly invite him over! No, I'll go greet him myself!" Qi Yuan vanished in a flash and reappeared outside the Dao Seeking Palace. At a single glance, he spotted Shen Wushen. The surrounding Purple Mansion cultivators hurriedly bowed upon seeing Qi Yuan. "Greetings, Great Venerable!" Seeing this, Shen Wushen was somewhat astonished. "Why do they call you Great Venerable?" He was intensely curious. "Because I beat their boss, and their boss is a Great Venerable. Naturally, they assume I'm a Great Venerable as well," Qi Yuan answered honestly. Sincerity was the ultimate finishing move. Hearing this, Shen Wushen swallowed hard. "You beat a... Great Venerable?" He could not fathom it. Wasn't Qi Yuan a Divine Infant cultivator just like him? If one were a peerless genius, fighting across realms was indeed possible. Shen Wushen had heard that in the Sixth Heaven, there was a peerless genius who, having just entered the Divine Infant realm, fought a peak Purple Mansion cultivator to a standstill without being defeated. Such a Divine Infant was a rarity unseen in a million years even in the Upper Realm. Yet what was he hearing now? A Divine Infant defeating a Great Venerable? Could this be real? "It's just a Great Venerable. I don't even need to fight personally; releasing a single Divine Infant is enough," Qi Yuan said casually. Shen Wushen was left dazed, struggling to comprehend Qi Yuan's words. How could any Divine Infant be this strong? He looked at Qi Yuan with burning eyes. "While I'm in the Divine Infant stage, is there any chance I could become as strong as you?" "You have a chance," Qi Yuan replied. "Just have a good dream while you sleep." Shen Wushen was struck speechless. Even now, he found it difficult to grasp. Qi Yuan could beat a Great Venerable? "Being as strong as me is exceedingly difficult, but... with my help, slaying an ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator with a Divine Infant body will be effortless," Qi Yuan stated truthfully. The difference between a Divine Infant and a Purple Mansion cultivator lay in ordinary divine abilities versus origin divine abilities. Back in the Liufeng Realm, Qi Yuan had learned of the gap between ordinary divine abilities and origin divine abilities and thought it insurmountable. However, as his strength grew, he came to understand that the inability to cross that gap was simply because one's divine ability was not strong enough. "Purple Mansion..." At the mention of this, Shen Wushen fell silent. He was strong enough to contend with someone newly entered into the Purple Mansion realm, but he could not kill them. If he could easily slay a Purple Mansion cultivator, it would be an immense boost for him. "Don't think too much about that for now. How did the matters I asked you to handle go?" Qi Yuan asked expectantly. He had sent cultivation arts to Jin Li, accompanied by his letter. "Both matters are done!" Shen Wushen said seriously. Hearing that, Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment. "Wouldn't that make me seem a bit like a scumbag?" He had barely sent off a letter to Jin Li one moment, only to confess his feelings to his master, Ruan Yixi, the next. Still, great men did not fret over trifles, and Qi Yuan couldn't be bothered to overthink it. "Why worry so much about things that are three years away?" He had already learned from Shen Wushen that the flow of time in the Upper Realm and the Canglan Realm was at a one-to-one ratio. Casting the thought aside, Qi Yuan looked at Shen Wushen with eager anticipation. "Good work on that. I'll make sure to guide you properly... Where are the cultivation arts?" That last sentence was Qi Yuan's true objective. "I am completely penniless in the Upper Realm now and could only trade for a few arts," Shen Wushen replied honestly. He had even borrowed money and divine arts from Fairy Lianmei before he could exchange for this batch of arts. He had also accepted several missions, hoping Qi Yuan could resolve a few of them. Otherwise, he would be cultivating under a mountain of debt. He would be utterly buried in liabilities. "No problem. If you don't have money, just borrow," Qi Yuan said. "For instance, if you can borrow a hundred thousand spirit stones as a Divine Infant, once you reach Purple Mansion, earning a hundred thousand will be child's play, and you can easily pay it back. "Then at Purple Mansion, borrow a million, and pay it back when you reach Yin God!" Hearing this, Shen Wushen was stunned. "What you say actually makes a lot of sense." Saying so, he handed the jade slips to Qi Yuan. "This time, there are two divine arts and seventy Heavenly arts; the rest aren't worth mentioning. "Among them, one divine art can be shared externally, but the other cannot," Shen Wushen explained. *Hiss!* In the past, it had always been others gasping in shock before Qi Yuan; today, it was Qi Yuan sucking in a cold breath of air. Shen Wushen was the true tycoon. With so many cultivation arts, this was far more lucrative than the celebration from two days ago! "If you were a woman, I might really have to pledge myself to you in marriage!" Qi Yuan put the arts away, thoroughly thrilled. "What a pity that I can't go to the Upper Realm... Otherwise, with so many... white moonlights, my dream lovers!" All his dream lovers were in the Upper Realm, tantalizingly out of reach. As Qi Yuan spoke, he followed Shen Wushen's instructions and uploaded the arts into the jade slip of the Origin God Sharing Society. In particular, he uploaded the divine art that was permitted for public circulation. Moreover, to attract attention, he made one percent of the content available for preview. Any cultivator who saw that one percent of a divine art would likely be unable to resist wanting to see the rest. After all, it was a divine art. Even Qi Yuan had been moved by its profound mysteries when he first saw a divine art. A divine art was a method created by a Yang God, representing their very foundation. In the Canglan Realm, no divine arts were ever circulated. With a divine art within the Origin God Sharing Society, once word leaked out, Origin God would surely become the brightest star in the Canglan Realm. "Fellow Daoist, these are the missions I accepted. I'll have to trouble you with them," Shen Wushen said. He produced thirty-four jade slips, each recording a mission he had taken on. At present, his mission points in the sect were low, so the number of missions he could accept was limited. He had only managed to take these thirty-four. Even so, if six or seven of these thirty-four could be resolved, it would not be a total loss. After all, every one of these was an arduous task. "Oh, let me see." Qi Yuan had long resolved to help Shen Wushen complete sect missions. Then Shen Wushen could use the mission rewards to trade for cultivation arts to give him. In any case, in Qi Yuan's eyes, Shen Wushen was simply a tool. His tool in the Upper Realm. Qi Yuan took the jade slips and casually picked one out. He murmured thoughtfully, "Great Venerable Huadu... Heavenly Accord Profound Secret?" Seeing this, Shen Wushen hurriedly said, "This mission was posted by a Great Venerable at the Six Steps of Sky Treading. It will probably take at least a Mythological expert to resolve. How about looking at the others first, Fellow Daoist?" This task was one of the few high-tier missions he had been eligible to accept. "No need. His problem isn't difficult at all. Give me half an hour and I can resolve it. A minor issue," Qi Yuan said earnestly. To him, it was indeed a minor issue. Writing that letter to Jin Li had taken him several whole days, after all. Shen Wushen paused, looking astonished. "Half an hour?" This mission was notoriously difficult. His master was well acquainted with Great Venerable Huadu and had once remarked that even if another Mythological expert on the same path were to tackle this problem, it would take several thousand years. Even a Yang God could not solve it in a short span. Yet Qi Yuan claimed... half an hour? Seeing that Shen Wushen seemed skeptical, Qi Yuan offered a casual explanation: "I have quite a few Divine Infants. It's only normal that my speed is fast." The Divine Infants within Qi Yuan's body encompassed nearly all the deities of the Heavenly Court, and even ancient demon gods. Every system and every path was represented. His visualization of the Three Pure Ones embodied the principle that the Dao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. One could say he had traversed virtually every path. The cultivation art before him overlapped with paths he already possessed. Add to that his eyes that could perceive hidden information, and such a problem was truly no problem at all.