Chapter 106: The Origin of the Gate of Myriad Forms

Chapter 106: The Origin of the Gate of Myriad Forms

The lecture lasted forty-nine days.

The wondrous sound echoed throughout the Eighteen Mountains, akin to celestial music.

Jiupan Mountain was crowded with people, and thundering filled the sky as a spring rain sprinkled the earth.

The gentle rain fell on their bodies, bringing a sense of refreshing peace.

A human cultivator, with blurry eyes, murmured, “Since the disappearance of the sun, moon, and stars, humanity has not heard divine sound again!”

A monster lay prostrate on the ground, ready to worship Qi Yuan as the supreme sage.

Qi Yuan sat on a large stone, his voice clear: “The Way of the Human-Demon, this... imprisons the demons!”

With his final words, a technique named the "Demon Confinement Technique" was etched into the hearts of all present.

The mountain was filled with dazed monsters and human cultivators.

At this time, an elderly human knelt down, “Thank you, divine one, for bestowing this technique, saving my race in times of crisis!”

The "Demon Confinement Technique" primarily helped practitioners build a cage to trap the demons within their hearts.

In this way, emotional agitation wouldn’t suddenly unleash the demons from their bodies.

This was of great significance for both humans and monster spirits.

As the old man knelt down, the rest of the humans and monsters, regardless of their cultivation level or status, all knelt down, chanting in unison, “Thank you, divine one, for bestowing this technique, saving our races in times of difficulty.”

The sight of monsters and humans bowing to Qi Yuan was awe-inspiring.

Xue Yan was stunned.

Everyone was kneeling; should she kneel too?

She quickly dismissed the thought.

How could her childhood friend make her kneel alone?

If kneeling was necessary, they should kneel together.

She looked at Qi Yuan, her beautiful eyes filled with pride.

Qi Yuan stood up, looking at the vast crowd of humans and monsters, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Finally, he said one sentence.

“The lecture is over; everyone return to your homes.”

He hadn’t intended to lecture.

It was just that he had reached the pinnacle of his comprehension of the Way of the Human-Demon, feeling the need to express it.

He sorted out his way, chanting naturally.

Monsters and humans gathered below after hearing it.

Gradually, Qi Yuan realized that preaching was also sorting out the Way of the Human-Demon.

The more he spoke, the clearer his understanding became.

After sorting it out... everyone should leave, or it would be awkward with them staring at him.

The vast crowd of humans and monsters, upon hearing Qi Yuan's dismissal, performed the disciple’s salute again and slowly left.

Finally, twenty-six people stayed behind.

Half were human, half were monsters.

Looking at Qi Yuan, they approached sincerely: “We are willing to serve the Blood Lord as our master.”

Qi Yuan, wearing a blood-red robe and having cultivated with blood, was rightly called the Blood Lord by them.

Qi Yuan felt reluctant.

Why should he take disciples for no reason?

However, glancing at the Gate of Myriad Forms in the sky, many thoughts crossed his mind.

He did need some people to help gather more information about the Gate of Myriad Forms.

Moreover, he didn't know when he would return next time; having some familiar faces around would be good.

“I do not take disciples, but if you wish to stay, then stay.”

The twenty-seven people, though initially disappointed, were excited to hear they could stay.

Thus, none of the twenty-seven chose to leave.

“We are willing to serve the Blood Lord!”

Xue Yan stood beside Qi Yuan, her eyes on one of the women among the twenty-seven.

That woman was the white fox, Shang Yanran, from before on Jiupan Mountain.

Seeing Shang Yanran, Xue Yan immediately clung to Qi Yuan's hand, looking down on her with her nose in the air, displaying her superior attitude.

At this moment, Qi Yuan said, “Find a place on Jiupan Mountain and build your homes.”

“Yes.”

Regardless of their previous identities or personalities, all twenty-seven now looked at Qi Yuan with reverence.

After all, Qi Yuan’s preaching on Jiupan Mountain, especially the final "Demon Confinement Technique," could change the fate of both humans and monsters.

The twenty-seven understood that after today, the lecture and teaching on Jiupan Mountain would spread quickly throughout the Flowwind Realm.

They knew that this seemingly ordinary lecture held significant importance.

Before long, Jiupan Mountain would become a true holy land.

The Blood Lord would become a revered figure for countless beings.

Qi Yuan’s interest was piqued: “Tell me more.”

Shang Yanran continued, “It’s rumored that in ancient times, there was a great demon in the Flowwind Realm, called Buddha.”

“Buddha?” Qi Yuan was surprised.

That name shouldn't be used lightly.

“According to records, Buddha was an immortal or god undergoing trials in the mortal world. After enduring the worldly tribulations, he could return to the realm of gods and immortals.

However, he encountered a woman who changed his fate in Rakshasa City.

At first sight, he fell for her, considering her his lifelong companion.

The woman was the daughter of a great demon, attacked by righteous forces.

Buddha saved her, and they fell in love.” Shang Yanran spoke with a hint of regret, “I say, Buddha shouldn't have saved the demoness, avoiding all the trouble!”

Bai Ze said, “What wrong did the woman do? Should she be attacked just because she was born in the demon path?”

Shang Yanran gave her husband a look. Being Bai Ze, symbolizing auspiciousness, he naturally had a compassionate heart.

Qi Yuan was reminded of some fantasy dramas.

“That Buddha didn’t destroy the world for her, did he?”

Being willing to oppose the world for someone seemed common.

“No.” Shang Yanran smiled, “In the end, between the world and the demoness, Buddha chose the world, and the demoness died.”

She was clearly pleased with this outcome.

Bai Ze murmured, “How could a weak woman bear such a burden?”

“What happened next?” Qi Yuan was more interested in the connection to the Gate of Myriad Forms than in their love story.

“Unfortunately, Buddha’s heart wasn’t firm enough. The demoness’s death caused a crack in his will to endure worldly tribulations.

Though he saved the world, leading to her death, the world saw him as hypocritical and ruthless, using the pure demoness to achieve fame, making her a stepping stone.

Buddha sat by her grave for three hundred days, eventually going mad and becoming a great demon.”

Shang Yanran continued with a cold smile, “People respect power, not virtue. If Buddha had killed those slandering him, there wouldn’t be such trouble.”

Bai Ze sighed, “Killing doesn’t solve problems.”

“What’s the connection to the Gate of Myriad Forms?” Qi Yuan asked.

Ultimately, it still revolved around love and destruction.

“Buddha became a demon, his thoughts turning into Heart Demons, triggering the Flowwind Realm’s Heart Demon Calamity, making everyone susceptible to Heart Demons.

Heart Demons spread through people’s minds, and neighboring realms closed their gates to the Flowwind Realm.

The Flowing Wind Realm became isolated, and endless Heart Demons eventually summoned or created a gate, a replica of the legendary Gate of Myriad Forms.

In legends, the Gate of Myriad Forms contains endless Heart Demons, and even gods and immortals would fall if they entered.

It’s said that only by opening the true Gate of Myriad Forms can all Heart Demons vanish.”

Opening the gate and entering didn’t contradict each other at this moment.

“Endless Heart Demons created a replica of the Gate of Myriad Forms?” Qi Yuan’s eyes gleamed.

Didn’t that mean the Gate of Myriad Forms was filled with valuable experience?

He looked at the Gate of Myriad Forms, feeling greedy, wanting to taste it.

He wondered why there was no Gate of Myriad Forms during the Southern-Northern Decision.

Was it eaten?

If so, it was unforgivable.

...

“Back?” Qi Yuan looked around Wugui City, a flash of images in his mind.

This time, comprehending the origin took him a hundred and twenty years.

The biggest gain was the Way of the Human-Demon and the "Demon Confinement Technique."

“So, the reason people only face Heart Demons upon dying of old age is because of me?” Qi Yuan pondered, “Can I change the past and affect reality? It’s beyond comprehension. I need to think carefully and stop random thoughts.”

He decided not to dwell on it.

It was just a game.

Enjoying it and leaving no regrets was enough.

Qi Yuan thought of his neighbor, Canary Fairy.

“When will we meet again?”

“At level 120?”

“Or has she already perished with time?”

“Without comprehending the origin, even the mysteries of reincarnation are beyond reach.”

“After reaching level 120, I hope to enter the Gate of Myriad Forms.”

Before leaving, Qi Yuan hinted to Canary Fairy.

She should be able to accept the reality better.