365: The allure of Primordial Purple Qi

"Must kill one to warn a hundred." Lin Yuan stood up, and the lotus platform instantly turned into a stream of light and merged into the ground.

He summoned the Origin Guards Centurion—this powerhouse who had lost his left arm in the Myriad Dao outpost battle was now wearing a prosthetic limb crafted from Chaos Star-Marked Iron, and he was now completely recovered!

"Centurion, pass on my order." Lin Yuan's voice was calm but carried unquestionable majesty, "Spread the word through all Star Alliance intelligence channels: I have accidentally obtained a wisp of Grandmist Origin Qi, and in one month, it will be auctioned publicly in the Lanyu Basin."

The Centurion's pupils shrank, wanting to say something, but in the end, he could only follow the order and pass it down!

One month later, Lin Yuan sat cross-legged in the Grandmist Dao Palace.

"Base Yuan Qi is 40,000, the Myriad Dao Returning to Origin Seal adds 150,000, and the End of Myriad Dao passive adds 20,000."

Lin Yuan recited silently in his heart, cold killing intent settling and compressing within his Chaos Dao Heart like a supernova about to erupt.

"210,000 Yuan Qi... enough to turn all Dao Lords into dust."

He was not bloodthirsty, but he knew well that "possessing a treasure is a crime."

The rise of Chaos Origin City, the expansion of the Star Alliance, and his own terrifying merit points and the Creation Secret Realm Opportunities he constantly seized had long since made him a thorn in the side of countless powerhouses from other planes.

Most of the Myriad Dao Realm Dao Lords pouring into the 903 Divine Domain came with the intention of plundering, destroying, and stifling the Primal Plane.

The destruction of the Withered Bone Star Fortress had served as a deterrent for a time, but greed was endless.

Only a massacre that was bloody enough, thorough enough, and overwhelming enough could turn those greedy gazes into shadows of fear, make those covetous claws retract, and even make subsequent powerhouses from other planes weigh the weight of the name "Lin Yuan" before stepping into the 903 Divine Domain.

He wanted not only to protect the peace of his own territory but also to win a glimmer of breathing room and development space for the Feather Transformation Realm Prodigies of the entire Primal Plane in the 903 Divine Domain.

Kill the chicken to warn the monkey? No, he wanted to slaughter the Dragon to warn the myriad worlds!

"Lanyu Basin... after a month of fermentation, the news should have swept through all the forces entering the Divine Domain like a storm." A cold arc curled at the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth.

He had specifically chosen an area one hundred light-years away from his core territory, a huge basin with a relatively closed environment and an unstable spatial structure.

This would allow those greedy ones to gather with confidence while preventing the aftermath of the battle from affecting his own Foundation.

He hadn't been idle this month either.

He had efficiently utilized the few one-star and two-star Creation Secret Realm exploration opportunities rewarded by the primal divine seal.

Although the Secret Realm Ranks were not high and his improvement in Dao Fruit was limited, the accumulation of quantity and the acquisition of specific resources were the gains.

He used the special energy and rule pressure in these Secret Realms to temper his primal dao bone to the limit of his current Realm, stabilizing the Yuan Qi bonus at 5,000 points, making his basic combat power even more solid and substantial.

Every trip to a Secret Realm was like sharpening a blade for the upcoming feast.

"It's about time." Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes, the Chaos sea appearing and disappearing in his pupils, devoid of any emotion.

"Spread the message again: Tomorrow at the hour of the Dragon, in Lanyu Basin, one wisp of Grandmist Origin Qi, to the highest bidder. No late arrivals, life and death at your own risk."

The once desolate meteorite belt had now turned into a seething Shura field.

Invisible undercurrents were surging.

Countless figures hidden in spatial rifts, disguised as gravel, or even parasitic within Void Realm biological bodies had obscure yet powerful Auras.

Dao Lords from forces adept at assassination and plunder, such as the "Shadow Plane," "Void Insect Nest," and "Nirvana Abyss," were like the most patient hunters, waiting for the Chaos to begin.

Tens of thousands of foreign plane legions led by Supreme Dao Lords, driving hideous war fortresses or giant biological warships, hovered on the edge of the basin, exuding an Aura of blood, iron, and order.

Flags of the "Molten Imperial Dynasty," "Star Remains Empire," "Bone Spirit Dynasty," and others appeared on energy shields.

They had no intention of following any auction rules; their goal was clear—forcible seizure!

There were also some figures exuding heart-palpitating fluctuations standing apart from the Chaos.

There were old men carrying star river charts, giants with bodies wreathed in destructive thunder, and blurred figures shrouded in endless vengeful spirits.

These were the best among the Supreme Dao Lords, some even having touched the threshold of the Saint Realm, confident that their strength was enough to suppress everything.

More Dao Lords from small and medium planes with uneven strength were mixed in, their eyes flashing with greed and luck.

They knew their hopes were slim, but the temptation of the Primordial Purple Qi was enough to make them take the risk, hoping to pick up scraps in the cracks of the giants' collisions.

In the center of the basin, the meteorite marked by Lin Yuan radiated a faint Grandmist dao rhyme, like a lighthouse in the dark night, attracting all greedy gazes.

The atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme, and the air was filled with a rich smell of blood and tense energy fluctuations.

Everyone knew that when the light of the hour of the Dragon pierced the Void Realm, this place would turn into the most tragic battlefield.

No one believed that Lin Yuan would really "auction" it.

But everyone believed that the wisp of Grandmist Origin Qi really existed! That was enough.

Lin Yuan's figure remained sitting in front of the dao stele, as if he had never moved.

But his Divine Thought had long since covered every inch of space in the Lanyu Basin like an invisible spider web.

The position, Aura, and hidden killing intent of every powerhouse were revealed under the reflection of his Chaos Dao Heart.

"At least over a million Supreme Dao Lord Auras... more than fifty thousand organized legions or forces... countless stragglers... Very good." Lin Yuan's intent was as cold as ten-thousand-year black ice.

"Saves me from having to look for them one by one."

He stood up slowly.

There was no heaven-shaking Aura explosion, just a simple step forward.

The space folded and shortened under his feet like docile paper.

In one step, he crossed a distance of a hundred light-years, appearing silently above the Lanyu Basin, in the middle of the Void Realm focused upon by the gazes of countless Dao Lords!

He appeared so abruptly, yet so naturally, as if he should have been there all along.

His black robe fluttered, his black hair moved without wind, and his deep eyes looked down at the sentient beings below like a boiling ant colony.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

All the clamor, killing intent, and energy fluctuations stopped for an instant.

"The hour of the Dragon has arrived." Lin Yuan's voice rang out calmly, yet it exploded like thunder in the depths of every Dao Lord's Soul, drowning out all the noise.

"The Grandmist Origin Qi is here."

He flicked his finger, and that wisp of fake purple Qi, radiating extremely tempting Grandmist dao rhyme, floated precisely above the central meteorite, its light flowing and tugging at everyone's heartstrings.

Greed instantly overwhelmed astonishment!

"Do it!"

"It's mine!"

"Kill!"

Boom—!!!

The terrifying energy accumulated all night, like a volcano suppressed to the limit, erupted!

Countless streams of light, destructive torrents of Dao techniques, hideous war weapons, tides of undead covering the sky, giant beasts tearing through the Void Realm...

From all directions, like a tide of destruction, they crazily surged toward the wisp of purple Qi in the center of the basin, and... the solitary black figure beside the purple Qi!

Before the attacks even arrived, the gathered will and energy turbulence alone were enough to tear an ordinary Supreme Dao Lord into pieces and grind stars into powder!

Facing this terrifying concentrated fire capable of burying a heavenly Realm, a trace of cold, cruel light belonging to a hunter finally flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

"Since you don't want to auction according to my rules, then all of you, go die!"