I Am the Great Tribulation, Where Is My Slayer?

On the sixteenth of the fifth month, a light drizzle fell over Fengtian Domain. Yet a blood-red light swept forward with peerless momentum, seemingly heading straight toward the Central Heavenly Domain. Cultivators in countless sects, noble clans, and reclusive hermit orders were jolted awake one after another. They looked up at the sky, but even with the extraordinary vision of cultivators, they could not catch a glimpse of the figure within that scarlet light. And yet... wherever that blood-red radiance passed, heaven and earth were dyed a uniform crimson. Even the sunlight filtering through the red sky turned blood-red. Countless cultivators dubbed this spectacle the Blood Sun Slaughtering the Heavens. "Qi Yuan is the Blood-Robed Sword God! It seems he is about to begin slaying the Great Tribulation!" a Yin God exclaimed in trembling awe. Three days was far too brief for a Yin God. This Blood-Robed Sword God simply could not be measured by conventional reason. He had declared war on the Great Tribulation not in secret, but open and brazen. Furthermore, the timeline was astonishingly rushed! The moment he finished contacting all the realm's powerhouses, he rushed in to charge headlong just three days later! Confronting the Great Tribulation entirely by his own might! This stunned both Yin God Venerables and Great Venerables alike. "The Blood-Robed Sword God possesses such confidence. Could it be that, like that supreme figure of the past, he has stepped into the Yang God realm?" a Great Venerable wondered aloud. "Back then, that predecessor only failed because the Mountain of Destiny leaked secrets. "This time, the Mountain of Destiny was excised long ago. Perhaps there truly is a chance!" "Keep dreaming! The Mountain of Destiny doesn't even need to leak secrets—the Blood-Robed Sword God leaked them all by himself!" a Yin God Venerable remarked helplessly. Countless gazes fixed upon the firmament, straining to spot that crimson beam. "Wait, the sky over our Boyu Domain has been dyed red too!" "I just woke from seclusion—why is the sky over our Northern Desert turned red? "What? The Blood-Robed Sword God? What does this mean?" "It's not just the Northern Desert! The skies of other domains are turning red as well! What in the world is the Blood-Robed Sword God doing?!" Perplexed voices rose in unending commotion. Perhaps someone had only taken a nap, eaten a meal, or washed a pair of underwear—yet looking up once more, all they saw at a glance was a crimson sky! The entire sky across the Canglan Realm was stained red by that scarlet glow. The light descended like strands of fresh blood. Multitudes were baffled, while others were struck with inexplicable shock. This Blood-Robed Sword God... was simply too fast. Yet doubt crept into the hearts of many cultivators: "If the Blood-Robed Sword God is this formidable, then the Great Tribulation... just how terrifying must it be?" "Alas, we know far too little about the Great Tribulation. Whether it is human, demon, or fiend, how powerful it is, and what it has done—we know none of it." "Could it be that the Great Tribulation... might actually coexist with us in peace?" The mortal world understood far too little of the Great Tribulation. In fact, in remote backwaters like the Divine Light Sect, the very concept of the Great Tribulation did not exist. Only prominent Purple Mansion clans like the Jiang family could glimpse a thread or two about the Great Tribulation through ancestral supreme treasures, and even then, their knowledge was minuscule. As for Yin Gods, most had merely heard of it. Yet their comprehension went no further than the concept of a harvest. What kind of existence the Great Tribulation truly was, and who stood behind it, remained entirely unknown. All that was known about the Great Tribulation's existence was that it was likely at the Yang God realm. After all, the Canglan Realm had once produced a Yang God who perished while attempting to break through the Great Tribulation. Thus, when *Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Tribulation* was announced, many across the Canglan Realm paid it little heed. Some even assumed the claim that cultivation arts were poisonous was mere hyperbole—akin to spiritual qi being poisonous, since every cultivator in the Canglan Realm who cultivated with spiritual qi ultimately met oblivion. To them, the Great Tribulation was distant and intangible. Certain female cultivators, vain about their beauty, had even declared that if the Great Tribulation took a single look at them, it surely would not turn away empty-handed and might even take them as Dao companions. Likewise, extraordinarily gifted male cultivators claimed the Great Tribulation might take a liking to their talent and accept them as disciples. Regarding *Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Tribulation*, opinions of every sort abounded. At a quarter past the hour of You, the sky across the entirety of the Canglan Realm turned thoroughly crimson. Countless cultivators stared at the heavens with solemn expressions, feeling as though they were witnessing history unfold. Inside a pavilion, cold sweat beaded on the brow of Jiang Lingsu, who was dressed in a green dress, her beautiful eyes filled with endless worry. Even a simple, elegant green gown could not conceal her graceful figure; it was hard to imagine what breathtaking beauty lay beneath. Her skirt was long, but an occasional glimpse revealed she was wearing flesh-colored stockings underneath. Though somewhat mismatched, it carried an unusual allure. Not long ago, she had been playing Go here with her senior brother, her mind drifting as if trying to make some profound resolution. Yet now, her senior brother had departed to confront the Great Tribulation. Leaving her to watch alone. She recalled the glimpse she had once seen in her family's supreme treasure: torrential blood pouring from the heavens, heaven and earth inverted—a cataclysm no individual's might could ever overcome. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "Senior Brother, you must be safe!" At this very moment, countless eyes looked toward the vault of heaven, searching for the Great Tribulation, searching for the Blood-Robed Sword God, Qi Yuan. They wanted to understand what the Great Tribulation was, and just how powerful the Blood-Robed Sword God truly was. Bathed in that crimson radiance, a sense of desolation and sorrow welled up in the hearts of multitudes. Intense battle intent gathered at this moment; every soul gazing upon the bloody expanse of the sky felt that ultimate fighting will. *** In the Central Heavenly Domain. A blood-red figure came to a halt, standing tall and straight, long hair fluttering. Before the blood-red figure stood three people. Wang Lingtong bowed respectfully. "Senior goes forth to eliminate the Great Tribulation. This junior wishes to present Senior with a talisman containing the full-power strike of ten Mythological figures!" Wang Lingshan kept her head bowed as well. Seeing Qi Yuan's extraordinarily handsome appearance, every trace of the ridiculousness she had previously felt vanished without a trace. "This junior possesses an array disc that may perhaps trap the Great Tribulation for a moment or two. I offer it to Senior!" Lastly, a man clad entirely in black robes, his expression filled with despair, looked at Qi Yuan. His eyes were steeped in death qi. "The destiny of the Qianmo Realm is hereby offered in full to Senior!" The Qianmo Realm had also been one of the three thousand pig farms, much like the Canglan Realm. Yet its fate had been far more tragic. The Great Tribulation seemed to have devoured every ounce of potential that world had possessed, leaving behind only ruins. In the end, the Great Tribulation had even chewed and swallowed the land, mountains, rivers, seas, and skies of the Qianmo Realm, bit by bit. Of the entire Qianmo Realm, only this black-robed man had survived, fleeing into the Xingli Realm. Aside from the three thousand pig farms, he could venture to no other world—to enter them was certain death. Now, these three Yin Gods from other realms wasted no words. Facing Qi Yuan, who was about to confront the Great Tribulation, they offered their treasures to lend what meager aid they could. At such a juncture, persuasion, warnings, cautions, and recounting the terrors of the Great Tribulation were utterly pointless. "Good," the blood-robed figure said, his voice low and concise, as if gathering strength. "May you soar directly to the blue clouds and slay the Great Tribulation!" Wang Lingtong and Wang Lingshan spoke together. The death qi saturating the black-robed man's eyes finally gave way to a sliver of sharp determination. "Senior, fuck the Great Tribulation!" His voice was hoarse, but it bore all his fury. "Good." The blood-robed figure cast a backward glance at this world, then leaped, vanishing into the boundless primal chaos. The three Yin Gods stood in place, their expressions complicated. Wang Lingshan murmured, "I hope Senior can win!" If the Blood-Robed Sword God triumphed, the Xingli Realm might finally gain a sliver of hope. Yet they understood all too well that when brave warriors departed, few ever returned. Across the three thousand worlds, throughout all of history, geniuses had been as numerous as carp crossing a river. Many were mediocre and lived mundane lives, while others fled into seclusion. But there would always arise peerless prodigies like the Blood-Robed Sword God—those who raised their arms, rallied the world, and dared to pit their mortal flesh against the Great Tribulation! "This battle... win or lose, we shall remember it forever!" *** Deep within the Central Heavenly Domain lay an unknowable realm, an expanse of primal chaos. Suddenly, amid the murky, formless chaos, a flash of spiritual light flickered. This entity known as the Great Tribulation was muddled and groggy, spending ninety-nine percent of its time in slumber, devoid of its own consciousness. Yet perhaps having existed for far too long, a thread of spiritual brilliance had manifested within its form, granting it a faint semblance of awareness. Endless information flooded into it from heaven and earth at this moment. The Great Tribulation opened its eyes. Within those dimly spiritual pupils lay depth mixed with dull confusion, as though it had not yet fully awakened. "Qi Yuan eliminates the Great Tribulation?" The Great Tribulation murmured, its voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. It was like a pebble the size of a fingernail cast into a vast ocean. At first it produced only a tiny ripple, yet no one expected that ripple to swell relentlessly, turning into rolling waves, then surging in an instant into monstrous breakers, and finally rising tens of thousands of li high into world-ending tsunamis. A sound like crashing thunder resounded in the ears of every soul in the Canglan Realm. "Those who undergo the tribulation bear sins and blood. In the space between heaven and earth, your flesh shall be sliced away blade by blade to atone for your guilt." Every cultivator in the Canglan Realm who heard this voice went deathly pale. The sound of the Great Dao struck straight at their souls. Countless cultivators felt a sudden surge of guilt and dread welling within their hearts. "We bear sins and blood?" "The Great Tribulation is a trial from heaven?" "We are the ones in the wrong!" The voice of the Great Tribulation left all who heard it unsettled and terrified. At this moment, all cultivators caught a glimpse of the mere tip of the iceberg of the Great Tribulation's terrifying might. With just a voice, it seemed audible in every corner of the Canglan Realm. Such power, such colossal scale, was utterly insurmountable. Just then, an even more vast and boundless voice boomed forth. "Those who undergo the tribulation show no remorse, harboring delusions and daring to approach bearing killing intent. You shall plummet just like Qianmo!" Following the Great Tribulation's voice, an image surfaced in everyone's minds. Mountains crumbled, seas poured backward, continents cleaved apart, and vast spiritual qi disintegrated in turmoil. Countless living beings wailed in agony, and dead souls wandered aimlessly. A horrific heavenly tribulation and a merciless Great Dao laid waste to an entire realm. Beholding such an apocalyptic spectacle, every cultivator trembled, their eyes turning ash-gray with despair. "The Great Tribulation... cannot be stopped!" "How... how can this be slain?" "We are the ones at fault! The Great Tribulation has done no wrong!" Some cultivators were scared out of their wits, breaking down in tears. Yin God experts were terrifying; a single strike could wipe out a nation, representing the pinnacle of power in the Canglan Realm. Yet compared to the entire Qianmo Realm, a single nation was like a grain of sand on a vast beach. Against an existence such as the Great Tribulation, who could win? Who could possibly prevail? In Fengtian Domain, deep within the eyes of the Iceberg Overlord Woman, boundless timidity and terror surged. "Is this... the Great Tribulation? An existence beyond the imagination of even a Yin God!" Having just stepped into the Yin God realm, she had been full of pride and ambition, believing herself to be on an entirely different plane from the Purple Mansion realm, capable of sinking an entire country with a wave of her hand. Yet compared to sinking an entire realm, the disparity was simply too vast. Great Venerable Baiyu looked dejected. "Even if I exhausted my entire life, I fear I could not wound it in the slightest." Another Great Venerable wore a bitter expression. "An ant... that is what I am." The little fox maiden sat frozen on the ground. "It'll be fine... Senior is so strong, he will definitely annihilate the Great Tribulation!" "It's over, it's all over! The Blood-Robed Sword God actually dared to challenge a Great Tribulation like this—the Canglan Realm is finished!" some cultivators screamed in madness, their minds shattered. "Is this the Great Tribulation..." an elder cultivator who had lived in seclusion for a thousand years and bloomed late in life muttered in despair. "Who could ever stand against it?" At the Divine Light Sect, Kang Fulu looked upon the scene in silence. In the Eastern Lands, Jiang Ruhua was fraught with anxiety, transforming into a streak of light as he sped forward frantically. "I have to hurry! Before everything is destroyed, I must find that little brat Qi Yuan and smack him upside the head!" At this moment, he still believed the Blood-Robed Sword God merely shared the same name as Qi Yuan. Now, Qi Yuan was eliminating the Great Tribulation. The world was in upheaval, and countless lives would soon be extinguished. At a time like this, that brat Qi Yuan had abducted his precious daughter. How could he not be furious at being unable to see his daughter in such a critical hour? If he saw Qi Yuan, he would definitely give him a vicious smack across the face! Yet as he flew through the sky, he suddenly froze. The heavens and earth of the Canglan Realm plunged into darkness at that instant. All light vanished, every ray of sunshine was blotted out, and even the blood sun was nowhere to be seen. Jiang Ruhua could not help but look up. He saw... a colossal entity slowly rising. A gargantuan black shadow spread across the world, growing larger and larger, as the form revealed by that immense behemoth expanded without end. "This..." Jiang Ruhua shuddered from head to toe, the spiritual qi within him churning uncontrollably. Staring at the colossal entity above the vault of heaven, he wished only to find a hole to hide in—as though only by having solid barriers enclosing him on all sides could he find the slightest shred of safety. "It's too massive!" "What is that!" "A monster?" "Are those... its eyes?" Countless cultivators gritted their teeth so hard their jaws ached, their minds quivering. If the earlier scene had merely been an image conjured in their minds—something viewed from a detached perspective—it had been bearable. Now, experiencing it firsthand and looking up at this epic behemoth, terror gripped every heart. This Great Tribulation... was boundless to the eye, seemingly even larger than the Canglan Realm itself. A strike from a Yin God would likely fail to harm even a single strand of its hair. How could the Blood-Robed Sword God possibly prevail? The colossal entity was like a gargantuan body forged of primal chaos, muddled and groggy, with only flames of spirituality burning between its eyes. Its gigantic twin eyes hung in the heavens, looking down upon this realm. Every living being shuddered from the depths of their soul. Some even dropped straight to their knees in worship. "O Tribulation, great immortal deity!" "Spare me!" Before such a terrifying monstrosity, cultivators could not muster the slightest thought of resistance. Jiang Lingsu looked up, her fair face pale, yet her eyes blazed with torrential killing intent. If looks could kill, she would have slaughtered the Great Tribulation countless times over. *Qi Yuan eliminates the Great Tribulation!* Jiang Lingsu called out inwardly. True Monarch Dazhi also looked up at the colossal form of the Great Tribulation, a profound glint flickering deep within his gaze. "It... is growing larger." Right then, it happened. The colossal chaotic body of the Great Tribulation opened its mouth. Like a black hole in the starry cosmos, it seemed capable of devouring all things. "I am the Great Tribulation. Where is my slayer?" The Great Tribulation's spiritual eyes swept over the earth, seemingly searching for the one undergoing the tribulation. Every cultivator froze at that moment. Where was the Blood-Robed Sword God? "I am... right above your head!" Compared to the muddled drone of the Great Tribulation, this voice carried a razor-sharp chill. Every cultivator instinctively looked up at the sky, yet aside from that colossal entity, they could see nothing at all. At this moment, the hazy, groggy Great Tribulation also snapped its head upward. And there, it saw...