Myriad Calamities Daoist!
Hong Yuan knew exactly what he intended to become.
To open the gate to the blessed land and claim the Taisui Blessed Land, he needed to raise both his martial power and his authority to their peaks, to stand at the very summit.
But peaks rose on every side, and others had long since claimed the view from their summits.
Some had reached the top only recently—a few generations, a few decades at most—but plenty of powers had held their peaks for centuries.
Could words persuade them to step aside?
Only slaughter could!
He would fight his way up from the foot of the mountain, carving a road to heaven that reached the very sky.
Hong Yuan had not come to this world to exchange courtesies and live in harmony with its old lords and overlords. He had come to overturn their age.
He would be the calamity that befell the countless powers of the old age.
"Myriad Calamities"!
Destroying the Canal Gang, the Hua Family, and the Guo Family, then attacking the Seed Jade Sect—those had all been rehearsals. Striking at the Vajra Temple, a sect at the pinnacle, was when things truly began.
So although he knew the Red Lotus Cult had designs on the Vajra Temple, he had not sat back to reap the spoils of their struggle.
If he could not overcome even the Vajra Temple, how could he speak of conquering the world?
"Myriad Calamities Daoist?"
Huichi paused. It was not that he found the name intimidating; the martial world was full of titles far more arrogant and domineering.
But rack his brains as he might, he could think of no one who fit it.
"Some unaffiliated wanderer you are."
Huizhen, the big-eared monk, gave a cold laugh.
In this world, advanced