The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 345 - 165: Resuming Control of the Heavenly Dao, Executing by Firing Squad_2

Chapter 345: Chapter 165: Resuming Control of the Heavenly Dao, Executing by Firing Squad_2

Venerable Binghun fell silent.

In the Vast Wave Realm today, if you want to become a Yin God, you must venture into the outer heavens and transform your spiritual power into divine power.

In the outer heavens, there lies an infinite sea of lightning. Without someone to guard the Dao, his granddaughter lacks the resources and is utterly incapable of breaking through to become a Yin God.

But the great calamity is impending. All the Yin Gods can hardly save themselves, let alone be willing to waste their own divine power on a journey to the outer heavens to guard the Dao.

The depletion from such a journey would be even more significant than dueling a cultivator of the same rank; without a hundred years, one should not think of recovering.

"Binghun, once you saved my life. If you... walk this path, I will take care of your granddaughter," spoke the Venerable Yunju.

An amiable smile appeared on Venerable Binghun’s face: "I am grateful to my old friend."

...

The snow fell heavily.

Qi Yuan reached out his hand to catch a snowflake.

Da Zhi Zhen Jun stood to the side, watching the heavy snow: "I heard someone say that there are no two identical snowflakes in the world.

Snowflakes are like people... there are no two identical people in the world."

"Then why don’t snowflakes speak human language?" asked Qi Yuan.

Da Zhi Zhen Jun looked at the snowflake: "Perhaps because it doesn’t have a mouth."

"Really?"

"Probably." Da Zhi Zhen Jun answered uncertainly.

By then, the snowfall became even heavier.

Qi Yuan’s aura was slowly shifting into something different.

But this transformation was unnoticed by anyone; even the Yin God in white clothes did not realize it.

Only Qi Jianjun, who was watching Qi Yuan, wore a strange expression.

Being close to Qi Yuan, she felt the divine power inside her rising significantly, and the speed of her Shen Qiao opening up began to increase.

After some time, Qi Yuan was still holding a snowflake in his hand.

Looking at the snowflake, he gently said, "Grow a mouth."

Sure enough, a tiny mouth emerged from the petal of the snowflake.

"Now the snowflake has a mouth. It should be able to speak human language, right?"

"Xiao Xue, speak!"

Jiang Ya, who was a short distance away, watched this scene and was tempted to burst out laughing.

This Bloody Sword Saint has made a snowflake grow a mouth, and now this snowflake can talk?

Of course, she didn’t know that the current Qi Yuan was not using a spell to make this snowflake grow a mouth.

Instead, he was utilizing the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Just recently, he had already completely mastered the Heavenly Dao of the Wangyue Continent.

Now, he has become terrifyingly powerful.

He looked at the snowflake with a curious expression on his face.

Even though he used the power of the Heavenly Dao to make it grow a mouth, and commanded it to speak, the snowflake remained as quiet as before.

Da Zhi Zhen Jun spoke: "Perhaps it doesn’t have a brain, so it doesn’t know how to speak."

"A brain?" contemplated Qi Yuan.

A miniature pig brain appeared in the snowflake, making it look even more peculiar.

Seeing this, Jiang Ya was dumbfounded: "Creating a living being out of thin air, even a Great Venerable can’t do that."

"Really?" Qi Yuan was somewhat disappointed.

He initially thought that having become the Heavenly Dao of this realm, this world would belong entirely to him.

He was akin to the creator of a game, able to delete data, create game characters, and restore data at will.

But it seems... not possible.

He could only change the Wangyue Continent within a certain set of rules.

It was as if there was a God above him that controlled him, even though he was the Heavenly Dao.

Just then, the white-clothed woman hurriedly approached: "High Priest, the army of Mo Luo is increasingly gathering. I fear that in three months, they will be at our city gate.

The Yin God of the Mo Luo clan will also take action then!

High Priest, please prepare in advance to activate the Teleportation Array!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of those present changed subtly.

The army of the Mo Luo clan was finally coming.

Those few Yin Gods were also about to arrive.

The time left for them was not much – merely three months.

"Three months?" Qi Yuan was astonished.

The white-clothed woman glanced at Qi Yuan; she knew that the High Priest was very attentive to the words of the Bloody Sword Saint: "Yes, we only have three months left."

"Three months is too long. These people are too slow; no wonder they can’t achieve anything significant." Qi Yuan mused.

This Mo Luo clan clearly wasn’t cut out for great things.

Back in his day, just after offending a small fry from the Palace of Light, he promptly drafted the Hundred Days Overthrow Bright Palace Plan.

But these Yin Gods from the Mo Luo clan were dilly-dallying.

Upon hearing Qi Yuan’s words, the white-clothed woman was taken aback.

She was worried that there was too little time, and now the Bloody Sword Saint... bluntly stated that the enemy was too slow.

Was he criticizing their lives for being too long?

Qi Yuan ignored the woman. He held Qi Jianjun’s small hand and glanced back at Da Zhi Zhen Jun: "Since the enemy is slow in coming, I’ll go find them instead.

Orchestra, assemble. Today, I’ll lead you all into battle again."

Joy expressed on Qi Jianjun’s little face: "Daddy is going to face the Mo Luo clan?"

"Yes, it’s time to add these fertilizers to the garden," said Qi Yuan seriously.

Annihilating a certain number of Yin Gods, he might manage to unlock an icon in his game.

Now that he had become the Heavenly Dao of the Wangyue Continent, it was time to deal with these enemies.

This time, he wouldn’t rely on anyone else.

"Are you going to face the Yin Gods of the Mo Luo clan?" The white-clothed woman anxiously asked, as if she had just heard some earth-shattering news.

"Mm."

"In this expedition, you will face at least four Yin Gods.

If you are not certain, try not to go, especially... the High Priestnaire should not go!" said the white-clothed woman.

If the High Priest died there, the Moon Emperor Dynasty would be finished.

The teleportation array wouldn’t be activated.

And she wouldn’t be able to escape.

"I believe in Daddy, I want to go." Qi Jianjun’s voice left no room for doubt.