My Core is the Boss-Chapter 129.2: Engraving Origin Divine Technique

Qi Yuan finally understood that Ning Tao was the canary. She had become one of the Thirteen Northern Demons, despised by all and bearing the cursed mark on her face. Though she loved beauty above all else, everyone now saw her as ugly.

How could she bear that pain? How could she bear being killed by him again and again in the illusion?

Influenced by the Myriad Evil Gate, he had followed the Great Demon's path, committing atrocities. Yet unlike the Great Demon, someone always waited for him.

"Canary... Ning Tao..."

A majestic aura burst from him, turning the sky above the City of No Return blood-red. Qi Yuan had found the path to engrave the Inner Demon Lure.

***

Inside the barrier, Shang Yanran restrained Bai Ze's avatar. The seven experts advanced toward Ning Tao.

Shang Yanran's lips curled into a faint smile. "Blood Master protected you in the past. Who's going to protect you now?"

Ning Tao's bloodlust surged as she glared at her.

Filled with endless guilt, someone hoarsely interrupted, "A little late, but I'm here now, Canary. I'm sorry for not recognizing you."

The chains in Ning Tao's hands trembled. Terrifying auras burst forth from the blood sphere.

Shang Yanran's eyes widened slightly. "Blood Master? No, you're just a drop of his blood!"

When the Blood Master entered the Myriad Evil Gate long ago, he had severed his own arm and left it beside Canary. When he later perished, only one drop of blood flew out. Now, that drop of blood had become the blood sphere.

Ning Tao trembled. She clutched the chains and stared at the blood sphere. Her gaze, ancient and eternal, spanned lifetimes. At last, she was reunited with the person she had yearned for endless eras.

The blood sphere condensed into a blood-robed figure. She then hugged him tightly, just like when flames engulfed them both in a past life. "Blood Drop!”

Shang Yanran grinned. "How touching. You finally decided to show yourself, Great Demon."

Qi Yuan gazed at her coldly. "Die." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Shang Yanran smiled even wider. "I doubt the Blood Master could even defeat my avatar, much less you! Besides, can you even manifest your true body here?”

Canary clutched Qi Yuan's arm tightly.

Bai Ze stared at Qi Yuan with excitement and sorrow. "Master, do not come here unless you reach the Sixth Realm! Shang Yanran has obtained the Slate of Fate. She is no longer who she once was!"

Shang Yanran smiled radiantly. How can a drop of blood that can't even harm a Supreme take the canary away?

"Great Demon, I will take the canary today. If you wish to see her, come to the Myriad-Demon Palace."

Qi Yuan remained calm. His earlier guilt and sorrow turned into killing intent. "So what? A drop of blood is enough to kill you."

Soul Blood!

He underwent a transformation as he prepared to unleash the Soul Blood from the Great Void. Obtained from the Black Rooster Demon, it could parasitize any treasure, turning it into a soul artifact. And what treasure could be more precious than a drop of a Heavenly Dao cultivator’s blood?

Though it prevented him from projecting his consciousness here, Qi Yuan still turned himself into a soul artifact. As the Soul Blood fell, his blood transformed, and he twisted.

Afterward, he glanced at Ning Tao. "Wait for me.”

***

City of No Return.

“Engraving!” Qi Yuan shouted.

He finally understood why he could not engrave his Origin Divine Technique. In the illusion, he had severed his arm, severing the imposed consciousness that he was the Great Demon. That arm became a drop of blood, which then turned into the source of all demonic taint and the root of all demons.

It truly matched his Inner Demon Lure. Hence, he decided to engrave it onto the soul artifact.

***

Within the barrier, Ning Tao reluctantly watched the blood sphere turn into a blood-colored, bewitching longsword.

Greed filled Shang Yanran's eyes. "Transforming oneself into a soul artifact... What a brilliant method. With that exquisite sword, even an ordinary Supreme could injure a Great Supreme. Unfortunately, even that weapon cannot hurt me."

At that moment, greed, lust, arrogance, and other kinds of auras seeped out of the longsword. Feeling unsettled, everyone, even Bai Ze, looked at the sword with astonishment.

Shang Yanran's eyes widened. "You actually dared engrave your Origin Divine Technique onto a sword?!"

Such an act was unheard of, but it was possible.

Shang Yanran cackled wildly. "You're certainly impressive, Blood Master. But engraving your Origin Divine Technique into a sword means your true body is now crippled! Without it, even an ordinary Supreme could kill you!"

Her evaluation of the Blood Master fell slightly. Once blinded by emotion, cultivators could no longer achieve anything. Hence, she didn't even fear Blood Master’s Origin Divine Technique. "Show me just how strong your Origin Divine Technique is."

Shang Yanran's cultivation had reached its utmost limit. If she broke through one more step, all her plans would collapse.

Ning Tao grasped the blood sword, which was growing longer. She felt their bloodlines resonate. "This sword is called Inner Demon Lure, also known as the Ruler of the Void!"

She stepped forward as though she were an unrivaled sword maiden. After all these years, she could finally fight side by side with Blood Drop!

"Die!"

With a swing of the sword, she filled the barrier with boundless blood qi. Greed, pride, gluttony—emotions surged everywhere.

The seven experts finally showed fear.

Shang Yanran's eyes filled with disbelief. "Only the Great Demon, who was formerly a Buddha, could use that Origin Divine Technique! He can't possibly be the same being! All demons in the world originate from the Great Demon—"

What is going on? Shang Yanran seemed momentarily stunned, but she soon laughed. If he really is the Great Demon, then things are about to become more interesting!

The sword cut through the seven experts so fast that they shattered like porcelain dolls. Just looking at it caused cracks to spread across their bodies. They screamed and cried, falling into an endless hell of demons.

A pale white demon appeared on Shang Yanran's back. She showed no fear, only amusement. "You win this round, Blood Master. I will give you this avatar. But without your Origin Divine Technique, what do I have to fear? I shall wait for you at the Myriad Demon Gate. If you don't hurry, the canary will fall into my hands."

Shang Yanran struck herself, destroying and erasing her avatar before the sword could harm her true body.

Having just witnessed one sword kill eight powerful beings, the Thirteen Northern Demons couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Today's events had gone far beyond their imaginations.

Shocked and sorrowful, Bai Ze trembled as he looked at the blood sword, which stirred endless inner demons. If Blood Master truly was the Great Demon, he wouldn't know how to face his master.

Ning Tao clutched the sword as she smiled. "Everything in the illusion was fake, Blood Drop."

The Myriad Evil Gate's curse had caused all the pain. Blood Drop's slashes were mere phantoms.