Chapter 419.1: The Power of Principle, and Qi Yuans Growing Sense of Urgency

Chapter 419.1: The Power of Principle, and Qi Yuan's Growing Sense of Urgency

Joy flashed across Motong's eyes. The more enraged Mochi became, the more excited he grew. Without the slightest hesitation, Motong plunged into the Myriad Principle Gate. "The destiny of Nine Heavens is with me. My transcendence is inevitable!"

He could finally transcend the Nine Heavens and become a supreme existence! In a blink of an eye, he stepped through the gate.

The surrounding aura changed abruptly. Ahead stood Mochi, clad in crimson robes, his back turned against every living being. Perhaps from both rage and fear, he trembled violently, almost as though he were sobbing.

A fanatical gleam appeared in Motong's eyes. "Hahaha! Destiny favors me! The Taihuang Palace, the Divine Moon Palace—whatever they may be—from this day forward, they shall all bow to me!"

If he remained within the gate for a million years, comprehending every Principle, he would inevitably step into the Major Principle realm. Once he comprehended all the principles of the other Major Principle experts, what place in the Nine Heavens would be beyond his reach?

Yet at that very moment, Mochi gritted his teeth, his voice faltering. "You actually stalked me! You stalking pervert! You Peeping Tom! Don't tell me you've even been peeping while I bathe? Oh, right. I forgot, I haven't showered lately. Stalking, voyeurism, breaking and entering—you've committed the ten deadly sins!"

Anyone could hear the boundless fury contained within the words! Moreover, the speech was astonishingly convincing. Had this been an ancient magistrate's court on Blue Planet, the county magistrate probably wouldn't even bother holding a trial after hearing such a heartfelt accusation.

Motong grew wary. Something was terribly wrong with Heavenly Venerable Mochi. Could the Myriad Principle Gate affect someone’s emotions? He would never say such nonsensical words!

Filled with caution, he fixed his gaze upon Mochi's figure. Mochi turned around. The mist surrounding him dispersed, revealing a face as flawless as white jade, incomparably handsome.

Motong blinked. For a brief moment, he was completely dumbfounded. Not only can the Myriad Principle Gate influence emotions...it can even perform cosmetic surgery? Heavenly Venerable Mochi looks nothing like I remember!

"Criminals deserve to be executed by everyone!"

Motong asked in astonishment, his vigilance rising even further, "You're not Mochi?"

Then, his expression turned solemn. Countless densely packed eyes emerged behind him, their pupils rolling as they carefully scrutinized Qi Yuan. His principle, Observing the Subtle, activated at that very moment. He intended to see through Qi Yuan's true identity. Yet not even something as profound as Observing the Subtle could glean anything. His heart grew heavy with apprehension.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan was thoroughly enjoying the act. "Of course I'm not Mochi. I am the spirit of the Myriad Principle Gate! You trespassed into my home. I'm going to take your head!"

As his words fell, the crimson longsword rose into the air. Dark-red radiance dazzled the eyes. Greed, envy, lust—all kinds of powerful auras erupted.

Motong found the situation utterly absurd. "A Major Heavenly Position realm? No... an Origin Divine Technique? Violet Palace?"

Although the pressure his opponent exuded nearly rivaled that of a Major Heavenly Position Yang Spirit, yet the attack itself was merely an Origin Divine Technique. The absurdity of it was akin to challenging a mathematics professor on Blue Planet, only for his ultimate move to be a quadratic equation.

Nevertheless, this was the Myriad Principle Gate. Motong dared not lower his guard. Even against an Origin Divine Technique, he pushed Observing the Subtle to its utmost limit. "Heaven-Knowing Execution!"

Normally, when an ordinary Major Heavenly Position Yang Spirit encountered a Principle Yang Spirit, the former had virtually no chance of surviving. Without reaching the Principle realm, one could not truly perceive reality.

The moment Observing the Subtle was activated, Qi Yuan’s every movement and flow of spiritual power seemed to fall completely under Motong’s control. Even the weakest point in that blood-soaked sword strike entered his vision. Victory already seemed certain.

Without hesitation, Motong launched his counterattack. "So you're merely an unconventional Yang Spirit. Nothing more."

He had already guessed Qi Yuan's identity. What he hadn't expected was that his opponent had such a foul mouth.

Qi Yuan flew into a rage, unleashing another powerful sword strike. "You actually dared to peek at me! Your gaze makes me extremely uncomfortable! That's sexual harassment!"

A smile appeared in Motong's eye. The two sword strikes collided, neither gaining the upper hand. "The Myriad Principle Gate belongs to me. As for the one you wanted dead in the Taihuang Palace, I'll kill him for you."

Qi Yuan also realised how formidable Principle realm cultivators were. "Bullshit! You sure talk a lot!"

Against someone like Mochi, a sneak attack followed by a single slide-tackle would have been enough to seal the deal. Yet against a Principle Yang Spirit, he genuinely sensed danger and a sense of wariness.

With Observing the Subtle operating at full capacity, Motong was brimming with confidence. "Your sword is nothing special."

The moment Qi Yuan's sword fell, he was certain he could inflict a devastating wound.

Yet just as that incomparably sharp, tyrannical sword was about to strike, Qi Yuan suddenly withdrew it. "Oops! Cancel that!"

The instant his eyebrow warned him of impending danger, he immediately retracted his sword and abandoned the attack.

Motong froze briefly before snorting coldly. "So that's all you've got."

Qi Yuan struck once more. "Here I come!"

The Heaven-Cleaving Sword erupted forth, its overwhelming sword intent sweeping across heaven and earth. The very world trembled beneath its might.

Motong sensed an intense danger. Without hesitation, he activated Observing the Subtle once again, frantically searching for weaknesses in Qi Yuan’s strike. Countless streams of information flashed through his mind. Then, his gaze sharpened. He had found it!

Qi Yuan's infuriating voice rang out again. "Oops, fooled you! I'm retreating!"

Without hesitation, he withdrew his sword again. Even Motong, who normally possessed an exceptionally calm temperament, felt genuine anger welling up inside him. He wanted nothing more than to rip Qi Yuan's mouth apart!

Observing the Subtle specialized in defense. Hence, if Qi Yuan withdrew his attack, he had wasted his Principle Art. Since he wasn’t a Major Principle expert, activating Observing the Subtle consumed enormous amounts of his power.

Motong was growing increasingly impatient. Moreover, Qi Yuan was an unconventional Principle realm cultivator. Setting aside Principle Arts, his raw strength actually surpassed Motong's. Naturally, the situation was becoming more and more infuriating.

Another terrifying sword strike descended, accompanied by Qi Yuan's provocative voice. "Ready or not, here I come again!"

Without hesitation, Motong activated Observing the Subtle once again, desperately searching for its weakness.

Just as before, Qi Yuan withdrew his attack, wasting Motong’s Principle Art. "I'm leaving again! Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

At last, Motong completely lost it. "Damn it!"

Qi Yuan remained perfectly relaxed. "I know you're anxious, but don't be."

"You're courting death!"