My Core is the Boss-Chapter 132.2: The Eve

City of No Return.

Beneath the ground, sand sunk inward. Qi Yuan emerged, holding Little Bride.

A profound glimmer flashed in his eyes. "Finally, it's almost over."

Feeling a bit sentimental, he gazed at the pitch-black sky. There were no stars, moon, or sun. "This kind of world is really lonely." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Blood-colored aura spread. After a dozen breaths, several powerful auras approached.

"Big Brother, you've returned!"

"Greetings, Blood Master!"

Qi Yuan patted the dust off his robe. "How is the matter progressing?"

He was asking about the number of peak Mythwalkers.

Chen Huan's teeth chattered as he spoke, "Big Brother, the City of No Return has now gathered seventy thousand Peak Mythwalkers!"

Qi Yuan froze. "By ancient standards, isn't that nearly two hundred thousand troops?"

This world had so many Mythwalkers!

"Many mid-stage Mythwalkers have been recklessly breaking through to peak Mythwalker recently, consuming their lifespan, just so they can hear you preach. That's why there are so many."

The allure of becoming a Supreme was irresistible. After all, those below Supreme were basically ants.

As long as a Supreme's Origin Divine Technique existed, killing Mythwalkers was like dicing chickens.

Qi Yuan asked, "Have the people gathered?"

Chen Huan answered, "They have all been gathered!"

Qi Yuan sighed inwardly. "In that case, I’ll preach in ten days."

***

The news of the Blood Master’s return spread, making everyone grow excited. All the peak Mythwalkers knew that this was their chance to become a Supreme.

At this moment, deep within the City of No Return, Yun He was drinking in leisure. "Had the Blood Master been born a thousand years ago, the world would be at peace. Master wouldn’t have to shoulder everything."

His drink had never tasted better. Even if the sky was falling, he knew there was someone taller to help bear the burden. It felt amazing.

***

Ten days later, Qi Yuan stood on the city wall in his blood-red robe, appearing extraordinarily stunning.

Outside the city, seventy thousand peak Mythwalkers cultivators stood, lining up like mere foot soldiers. In the Canglan World, these would be equivalent to seventy thousand peak Nascent Soul experts.

Each one was comparable to Qi Yuan's past great enemy, the Black Rooster Demon. Now, he could kill them with the flick of a finger.

Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh. "Today, seventy thousand peak Mythwalkers cultivators will step into the Supreme realm. I don't know whether this is a blessing or a disaster."

Once the game ended, he would leave. Adding the thirty thousand Supremes from before, there would be a hundred thousand Supremes, as if they cost nothing. So many Supremes would indeed affect the entire structure of the Flowing Wind World.

Once he was gone, he didn't know what fate awaited these Supremes, especially with inner demons residing within them. When they reached the end of their lifespan, demon spawn would emerge.

Supreme-level demon spawns... just thinking about it is terrifying.

Perhaps, what he created wasn't over a hundred thousand Supremes, but a gazillion demon spawns.

This era...

Qi Yuan stopped thinking further. He gazed at the massive crowd, his expression blurred akin to a god standing above the clouds.

"The preaching will begin."

This session was greater than any before, in both scale and magnitude. The Blood Master stood atop the City of No Return's wall, celestial sounds descending from the heavens, reaching straight into the soul.

Unlike before, blood rain suddenly fell from the sky, as if the heavens were shedding blood and tears.

The seventy thousand cultivators were drenched, yet none noticed it. They had fully devoted themselves to the Human-Demon Path.

The other experts gazed at the Blood Master as if he were the sun embodiment. In a world abandoned by gods, where sun, moon, and stars no longer existed, it was as if a blood-red sun had risen.

Finally, there was light entering this world, even if it was crimson.

***

Time passed, and at the Ends of the Earth, a Blood Palace had appeared.

Ninety-nine percent of all Supremes in the entire Flowing Wind World had now gathered at the Ends of the Earth, seemingly waiting for the Myriad Demon Gate to open.

Everyone was excited, yet suppressed themselves.

Yun He was excited, but also slightly worries. "I hope Master can hold on until the Blood Master arrives."

As the time drew closer, the Blood Master appeared less and less frequently. The entire Blood Palace carried a strange silence.

Holding Little Bride, Qi Yuan showed a slightly odd expression. "The Great Forgetfulness Sutra can be engraved."

Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. He feared he would truly go mad, completely deranged.

He felt helpless. "Does this mean my Great Forgetfulness is stuck at the Subtle stage?"

A Great Supreme with an Engraved Origin Divine Technique was on a completely different level compared to a mid-stage Supreme still at the Subtle stage.

Unfortunately, he simply couldn't engrave. If he did, he would truly forget and lose himself.

Qi Yuan sighed. "What a pity. But such is my dao. Even in tears, I must walk it."

He simply stopped thinking about it. When the cart reached the mountain, there would be a road. Perhaps, he would eventually find a solution.

***

Meanwhile, inside the Myriad Demon Gate.

He Wu was shrouded entirely in darkness, his eyes filled with worry. "Just a few more days and the gate will open. It will be extremely difficult for us to support Master."

Ling Yayi looked at the stronghold ahead, sensing the aura above it. His eyes held deep apprehension. "More than twenty Great Supremes, and over a hundred ordinary Supremes. The Supreme One has truly made an enormous move."

The base of the Supreme One had now completely encircled the White Supreme. Numerous experts had also been dispatched at the gate. In order to oppose the Blood Monster, they sent more than twenty Great Supremes, including ten from the Myriad Demon World. All of the hundred-plus ordinary Supremes were demons from that realm. This way, they would not be restrained by the Blood Master's Origin Divine Technique.

He Wu said in distress, "We only have five people, we're no match for these Supremes."

The gap between the two sides was too great. Unfortunately, the five of them had made extensive preparations just to get here. They had come to receive Blood Master, only to be greeted with the Supreme One's people.

Ling Yayi asked, "What do you think of Master's strength? Can he defeat these people?"

He Wu said gravely, "Probably not."

Years ago, the Blood Master's sword had been engraved with an Origin Divine Technique. It was clear the Blood Master had suffered serious injuries inside the gate and had awakened only recently. On top of that, he had only just broken through to the Great Supreme realm. Although his Origin Divine Technique restrained the Supremes of the Flowing Wind World, the Demoness’ subordinates were mostly from the Myriad Demon World.

With twenty Great Supremes moving together, the Blood Master was absolutely not their match.

Ling Yayi frowned. "What if the moment the gate opens, I fly straight at those Great Supremes, self-detonated on the spot, and shout, ‘My name is Ling Yayi!’ Then wouldn't Master forget that my real name is South Palace Big Dog, and remember only Ling Yayi?!"

He Wu knew Ling Yayi wanted to sacrifice himself to help Master enter the Myriad Demon Gate. "Stop talking nonsense. If you do that, you're just throwing your life away. For Master to get through, he must face those experts directly."

Ling Yayi shrugged. "Haa, I am just trying to think of a solution."

"Rather than rely on your self-destruction to distract those Supremes, I'd rather believe Master can fight his way in," a mid-stage Supreme said. He was also one of the Thirteen Northern Demons.

He Wu nodded in agreement.

Ling Yayi glared at the two of them unhappily. "I'm getting annoyed just looking at you. Must be because of the cursed marks."