My Core is the Boss-Chapter 115.2: Slate of Fate

Above, the blood-red clouds twisted into the shape of a sword.

"To greet me with such small fry, how disappointing."

The sword of bloodlight fell.

"Die."

A storm of crimson blades rained from the heavens like meteors. Before the echo of that single word faded, all sixty Mythwalkers were dead, falling like dumplings into the streets below.

Every witness was struck dumb.

One strike to kill sixty Mythwalkers? How is this real?

Even the hat man whispered hoarsely, "I take back what I said. He didn't sneak in because he didn't need to."

The scarred man muttered, "He's almost as strong as the Violet Heaven Maiden herself."

Then, a blood-robed figure descended, handsome beyond reason, with a crimson mark gleaming between his brows.

Qi Yuan gazed down, disappointed. "I thought the Violet Heaven Alliance might make a proper villain... but this?"

Lin Xuemei froze in horror, screaming, "Supremes! Attack now! Kill him!"

None of the Violet Heaven Maiden’s boy toys had ever lived to a hundred. He did not want to succumb to this curse, especially when there were only two more hours to go!

The eleven Supremes hesitated, then launched themselves at Qi Yuan.

"Kill him!"

"He's drained from that last attack, we can wear him down!"

Qi Yuan stared at them calmly. "You call yourselves Supremes? You haven't even awakened your Origin Divine Techniques. At best, you're elite mobs."

He already knew that to comprehend Origin, even Supremes above level 120 did not have Origin Divine Techniques. These Supremes weren’t even comparable to the old fogeys at Earth's End.

He extended his hand. "Eat my sword!"

Eleven blood-colored swords materialized behind him, each one radiating power. Wrath, pride, greed, lust—it was as if all the evil in the world were concentrated in his swords.

Qi Yuan said softly. "No, I take that back. You aren't even elite mobs. At least they can backdoor a base. You can't even do that."

The swords shot forth. The eleven Supremes' faces twisted in terror, their hearts shaken, their minds consumed by inner demons.

"You're the Great Demon!"

"He's an inner demon!"

The swords struck. All eleven Supremes fell lifeless to the ground.

Qi Yuan stood quietly amid the silence. In his palm, the eleven swords fused into one, its aura dark and terrible. "Demonic Origin... is this my Origin Divine Technique?"

Wherever his divine power touched, cultivators' hearts would twist, falling into madness and corruption. Its effect wasn't that great against the cultivators of Canglan World, but in Flowing Wind World, it was a different story. Who could resist turning into a demon spawn after being affected by him?

He could forge it now and become a true Supreme, yet he hesitated.

The Demonic Origin was tied to the Great Demon, and the world already saw him as one. If he accepted this divine power, wouldn't he become the next Great Demon? When he was a player!

He muttered, "I'm a player, not a villain."

After slaughtering the eleven Supremes, Qi Yuan descended before Lin Xuemei.

Lin Xuemei stared up, forcing calm. "The Alliance Master was right, you are the Great Demon incarnate."

"I'm just me," Qi Yuan said lightly. "Not some so-called Great Demon."

"Don't deny it! A single sword that drives men to madness, if you're not the Great Demon, who is?" Lin Xuemei spat blood, cutting his own heartline to end his life. "Justice belongs to the Violet Heaven Alliance! The Great Demon will be purged from this world!"

Qi Yuan chuckled softly. "So I'm the ultimate villain now? How amusing."

His smile was both enchanting and utterly terrifying. The survivors fell to their knees, trembling. "The demon... the Great Demon..."

Qi Yuan gazed into a conjured water mirror, admiring his own reflection. "Do I really look that scary? I think I'm quite charming. Even that vain canary should appreciate this face."

That night, the Blood Master razed the Violet Heaven Alliance headquarters. One strike slew sixty Mythwalkers. Another slew eleven Supremes.

Lin Xuemei took his own life, declaring with his final breath, "The Great Demon shall perish, justice will prevail!"

The world was in uproar.

Major sects, clans, and kingdoms convened, vowing to unite and defeat the demon for the peace of the realm.

***

Fengxin Continent.

The Violet Heaven Maiden opened her violet eyes, a faint glow flashing within. "Lin Xuemei... is dead? The Blood Master has revived?"

Her expression was calm, with only a trace of surprise. A stone tablet floated before her—the Slate of Fate. She gazed into it, as if peering through time itself.

"Resurrected from death, hm? If the Great Demon never dies, the great calamity will never end. Even if he returns, once I seal him within the Myriad Phenomena Gate, the heavens will be pure again." Her voice was cold, regal. "The world still belongs to the Violet Heaven Alliance. Blood Master, Great Demon... they are all relics of a bygone era. I am now the master of the Slate of Fate."

The tablet glowed crimson. Words etched themselves upon it. 'In one month, the Myriad Phenomena Gate shall open. Supremes may enter.'

When she saw this, a strange smile flashed across her face. "Truly, the heavens aid me!"

Her original plan had been to mobilize her grand army, annihilate the Blood Palace, seize the Ends of the Earth, and take control of the Myriad Phenomena Gate.

With the reappearance of the Blood Master, her plan had progressed another step. She could finally seal him within the Myriad Phenomena Gate, completely erasing him from existence!

"Transmit my command. All Supremes shall accompany me to the Ends of the Earth!"

Without hesitation, she abandoned all her Mythwalkers and the rest of her army. She would bring only the Supremes and personally lead them to the Ends of the Earth.

Among the ranks of the allied forces, many were puzzled. Still, facing the Violet Heaven Maiden's command, no one dared to resist. All the Supremes took flight, surrounding the Violet Heaven Maiden as they sped toward the Ends of the Earth.

***

"Master is still alive...?" The Foolish Daoist turned into a streak of light, following behind the Violet Heaven Maiden.

Upon hearing the news, he could hardly believe it, yet his heart surged with uncontrollable excitement.

The Slate of Fate could not be wrong. And yet, his master had truly revived, how could he not be overjoyed? A trace of unease flickered in his heart. But soon, he pushed that worry aside.

The Blood Master's kindness toward him was as deep as the mountains, he had never wronged him in any way. How could he allow a seed of doubt to take root in his heart?

"This news must be sent back! I have to tell Yanran and Bai Ze!"

All these years, for the sake of the Blood Palace's survival, he'd infiltrated the Violet Heaven Alliance as a spy. To conceal who he was, he mutilated his face and carved down his bones until no trace of his former self remained. Now, it was finally time to return.

He stared ahead at the hundreds of Supremes and the terrifying Violet Heaven Maiden, then gritted his teeth hard. A drop of crimson blood appeared in his palm. He transformed into a streak of light and vanished from sight.

The Violet Heaven Maiden narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. "A remnant of the Blood Palace?"

She thrust out her palm. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

A blast of divine force struck the streak of light traveling through the sky. In the next moment, blood rained across the heavens.