Chapter 358: My opponent is the truth; I am walking toward it, letting it become my servant

The divine body flowed with fiery clouds, profound and incomparable.

At this moment, Chen Yan's will vibrated and surged once more, burning within this desolate and sorrowful world.

The path of will was unprecedentedly magnificent, and with the birth of the realm, the martial Dao veins blossomed with radiance.

At this moment, it seemed as if a magnificent power tore open the boundless curtain of the eternal night, and the newborn morning sun shone upon the earth.

As the divine body continued to grow, the decline of Chen Yan's physical body became fully apparent.

Yet at this moment, he seemed to bring infinite power to Lu Xunyang before him.

"You..."

Lu Xunyang's throat felt somewhat dry and itchy; he did not know what to say.

He had not expected the birth of a martial Dao realm to appear before him just like this.

This matter had occurred far too bizarrely.

The youth, bathed in golden fire, revealed a brilliant smile; he entered the Dao at this moment, and at this moment, he realized the Dao essence of his own.

All along, he himself had been that fire-bearer; he alone was the most brilliant torch.

Chen Yan swung his fist like a dragon, striking toward Lu Xunyang before him.

His physical body was wailing and in pain; that agony, which surpassed his limits and was carved into his marrow, made his movements incredibly awkward.

Lu Xunyang made his move, clashing with Chen Yan.

He saw it: Chen Yan was seeking death.

Even though Chen Yan had created the divine body of will, his own physical body had long since reached its limit.

To continue fighting was to die.

But he did not stop Chen Yan; he wanted to see what the person before him was trying to do.

"Kid, don't do anything stupid."

The old man's cold voice arrived; he saw what Chen Yan was about to do.

He did not understand it.

This newborn master of martial Dao had just slapped his face a moment ago.

He had to admit that he had been wrong and had underestimated the other party.

But what this master of martial Dao was about to do now was beyond his imagination.

Pursuing true immortality.

The old man stood above the clouds, his aged eyes turbid and cold:

"Kid, I admit it, you won!"

But his words did not make Chen Yan stop the movements of his hands.

The youth continued to swing his fists toward death.

Bloodstains appeared on Chen Yan's physical body, while behind him, the divine body of will became increasingly solid, blossoming with divine radiance.

"So-called immortality is not something that can be comprehended by a living person's idle moaning."

Chen Yan spoke quietly; even he was surging with emotion at this moment, producing a trace of fear:

"To truly give birth to immortality, one must find life through death."

Opposite Chen Yan, Lu Xunyang's gaze was deep; he whispered:

"Have you thought it through?"

Chen Yan's physical body shattered, blood flowing like a downpour:

"I am a person who fears death, so I have always lived with all my might."

He took a deep breath.

His physical body struggled in pain, wailing with every punch, longing to die.

But his will vibrated and shone, the divine body of will standing in the human world like a deity.

He made his decision:

"The 'me' of the physical body walks on the path of death, and the immortality of the will is also walking toward me."

As he spoke, Lu Xunyang fell silent.

"You're crazy!"

The old man roared, his gaze sharp and incomparable, almost wanting to kill.

He wanted Chen Yan to become his student, or even his puppet.

He mocked the other party and looked at him coldly.

But that did not mean he wanted to watch the other party die.

This child was mad, wanting to trade the death of his physical body for true immortality.

But all of this was merely Chen Yan's idea.

If the idea was wrong...

The old man gritted his teeth and roared with resentment:

"Kid, you have already won!

It was I who was wrong; I have lost to you!"

He trembled all over, and as he said that he was the one who was wrong, his eyes were bloodshot.

No one in the world could make him admit a mistake.

He was above all things, the founding sovereign.

But Chen Yan had done it.

He was angry to the extreme and did not want Chen Yan to die at all; once the other party died, the only master of martial Dao in these ten thousand years would also be dead.

Inside the Xunyang Tower, Chen Yan revealed a smile of extreme exhaustion:

"You were wrong from the very beginning; you are not my opponent at all."

The old man was silent, his aura terrifying to the extreme.

"My opponent is Truth itself; I am walking toward it, making it my slave."

His voice carried determination amidst the difficulty.

He was telling the old man that the other party was merely a spectator on his long, arduous road.

The other party was not an opponent and was not considered an opponent by Chen Yan.

Chen Yan had made up his mind; he wanted to attain true immortality.

To make the Will Martial Dao the most supreme in the world.

Unprecedented and unrepeatable.

He was only seventeen, but he already had the ambition to stand tall over the world.

Boom.

A punch was thrown.

This punch nearly cost Chen Yan his life, and it also shattered Lu Xunyang of this trial into fragments.

"Have you thought it through?"

At the final moment of his dissipation, Lu Xunyang spoke this sentence.

The young Master of Will turned his head and walked unsteadily toward the higher levels:

"Where the Dao resides, though the sea of blood be boundless and the long night without light, I shall still go."

He stepped onto the stairs, his body swaying.

That golden-red divine body of will followed closely behind, with rosy clouds filling the sky.

Chen Yan's physical body was indeed dying, but his will was growing.

After surpassing the limit, he did not rest in the slightest; instead, he continued to pursue the limit.

Chen Yan lowered his head and spoke, his voice blurred.

But Lu Xunyang and the old man still heard it clearly.

After hearing it clearly, Lu Xunyang fell silent.

The old man, however, gritted his teeth, and for the first time, his expression showed confusion and bewilderment.

That Master of Will, who forced himself toward death, was actually afraid.

He whispered:

"I am approaching death; even though I am trying my best to convince myself to view death as a node to exchange for rebirth, I am still afraid."

His body was trembling, yet he was still walking upward.

This was something the old man could not accept.

That person was not a madman, but someone who was extremely afraid of death.

Just as the other party said, he had been desperately trying to live.

The other party had not gone mad, but had made the decision to walk toward death under absolute rationality.

This was the most soul-shaking thing of all.

The old man fell silent; at this moment, he was speechless.

He sat atop the massive iceberg, looking at the countless Xue Qi corpses beneath him, feeling an inexplicable desolation and loneliness.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something like "idiot."

But the words wouldn't come out when they reached his lips.

His own conviction, brewed for ten thousand years, had actually been shattered by that seventeen-year-old youth with a flick of a finger.

As the Master of Tempering, he was at a loss for the first time.

But when he looked at Lu Xunyang, cold light erupted in his eyes:

"He will fail."

He said coldly.

Lu Xunyang, who stood high in the sky, did not refute him either.

Matters had exceeded his imagination; past experience could not serve as a standard for reference at all.

Lu Xunyang fell silent.

The old man gave a ferocious laugh, his eyes filled with disappointment toward the human world.

Yet, at this very moment.

Dong!

A crisp yet heavy low chime resounded just like that.

It was as sharp as tearing silk, as fierce as piercing clouds, and yet like ten thousand tons of thunder, unstoppable.

The old man's body even trembled; he did not look toward where the sound had come from.

This resounding sound was like a slap across his face.

It seemed as if it were because he had just uttered another mocking remark toward the other party.

The other party was using the two hundred and fifteenth Extreme Satin Pattern to slap his face.

The old man's expression was somewhat numb.

His gaze was calm, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a golden-red radiance rising within the Xunyang Tower.

Ten thousand paths of mist and clouds, carrying an indescribable power, floated in the sky above this desolate land.

That person's will had grown once more.

The path of Will grew high and proud, blooming in the human world with ten thousand brilliant colors.

Inside the Seeking Sun Tower.

Yu Changsheng, who was still ascending, halted his steps.

A power he had never felt before emerged within his body.

His expression trembled; he spread his hands, sensing the power about to be born within him with disbelief.

"What is this?"

He whispered, having already charged to the two hundred and fifteenth floor, his white robes stained with blood, yet his gaze remained firm.

His will had erupted just a moment ago.

Yu Changsheng was no fool; at this moment, he guessed something.

He did not know the source, but just the vague conjecture made his heart surge.

After Chen Min was saved by Bing Yi, Chen Changyuan sent men to bring Chen Min back again.

But to his surprise, only two of that group returned alive.

They said that a strange pressure had erupted from Chen Min, and his own combat power had increased exponentially.

Chen Changyuan was extremely astonished at the time; he was not a careless person.

Being powerful himself and having sent men to blockade the peerless descendants of other branches, how could he be careless?

Afterward, he searched through ancient texts, but still did not understand what kind of anomaly had occurred in Chen Min at that time.

Only, there was news from the military that a child imprisoned by the Gong family had also exhibited similar anomalous conditions.

Both Chen Min and that child had had contact with Bing Yi.

Chen Changyuan did not understand why at the time, but now...

"A new Martial Dao?"

Yu Changsheng murmured, his eyes narrowing.

"Is it just my guess?

How could a new Martial Dao appear in this world?"

He shook his head.

If it were a new Martial Dao, then who would be the master of this Martial Dao?

That Great Venerable who surpassed all mortals, could it be that someone had broken through themselves?

Yu Changsheng narrowed his eyes, and a trace of joy appeared at the corners of his mouth.

If it were a new Martial Dao, and he was the first to comprehend it, then this would be his supreme opportunity.

He did not know that his figure had already appeared on Chen Yan's Martial Dao trajectory.

And as the Master of Will, Chen Yan could extinguish Yu Changsheng's Martial Dao of Will with a mere wave of his hand.

Above the Martial Dao of Will, Chen Yan was the supreme of the supreme.

Immediately after, the smile on the corners of Yu Changsheng's mouth gradually disappeared:

"If I can feel these things, then I fear my true self can as well."

A trace of ferocity appeared in his eyes.

After this strand of split soul was extracted by Chen Changyuan, Yu Changsheng and Chen Changyuan became two separate individuals.

They possessed shared memories and a shared soul.

And the same unwillingness to be beneath others, the same personality of wanting to pursue everything.

Within the assessment space, when Yu Changsheng underwent the courage assessment, the existence that finally appeared and caused him fear...

Was Chen Changyuan.

"A person's life is meant for pursuing everything!"

Yu Changsheng shouted in a low voice, a high-spirited will appearing in his eyes, and at the same time, the pressure of his will became a fraction more intense.

When Yu Changsheng entered the college entrance examination secret realm, what this split soul looked forward to most was breaking free from Chen Changyuan's control.

Yu Changsheng walked into the two hundred and sixteenth floor.

This was a clean and tidy Martial Dao room.

Inside, rays of energy light condensed, forming a human figure.

"I am the greatest enemy in your heart."

The figure spoke, its facial features gradually becoming clear.

This was the enemy that Yu Changsheng most needed to defeat, evolved by peering into his heart.

"Chen Yan?"

Yu Changsheng frowned, not expecting that the enemy he most needed to defeat in his heart was actually Chen Yan.

That Chen Yan, who had risen strongly and become increasingly dazzling despite Chen Changyuan's blockade.

A trace of killing intent appeared in Yu Changsheng's eyes, but he soon laughed out loud:

"You are not worthy of being my enemy!"

A look of disdain appeared in his eyes:

"My enemy has never been you!"

Boom—

Yu Changsheng's body exploded, turning into a stream of light that struck at 'Chen Yan' in an instant.

'Chen Yan's' body blurred, and the stream of light shifted.

It condensed once more into a brand-new figure.

The opponent wore purple robes, their aura sharp, their eyes cold and filled with hidden, endless killing intent.

Chen Changyuan.

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Yu Changsheng's mouth:

"As expected, my enemy, in the end, is you."

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PS: Regarding the requirements for entering the Martial Dao, those with a powerful will can enter.

This point is a setting within the story.

There is also a distance range; Chen Yan is currently establishing a realm, and the path of will is becoming even more powerful, so the threshold for entering the path of will is slowly lowering.

And the fact that the Master of Will can perceive other practitioners of will through the extremities of the Martial Dao is a setting that was written long ago.

The Master of Martial Dao can naturally destroy any extremity of the Martial Dao in an instant; at that moment, the person represented by that extremity of the Martial Dao loses their strength related to the path of will.

There are also readers asking, since Jiang Yuan is Yu Sixian's older brother, why would he not know that Chen Yan is Ice Will?

This was mentioned long ago; everyone may have forgotten that it was Shen Yiwei who forcibly compelled the Old Chief and Yu Sixian to accept the Heart-Questioning Stele.

Moreover, the fact that these two brothers have a bad relationship was foreshadowed long ago; Yu Sixian and Jiang Yuan never developed together.

The two would only meet once every few years, and they would bicker as soon as they met.

This time, it was because of the Star General Order.

One is an undercover agent, an extreme prodigy with split personalities.

The other is a Limit-Breaker who likes to use people as puppets and is somewhat pathological.

No, it is elegant.

Also, regarding the part about Chen Yan's memory, Chen Yan was only five years old; readers said the age was too young.

I thought about it, and it is actually hard to explain clearly, but what everyone said is correct.

I listen to advice and changed it to seven years old.

As for the oppressive parts of the text, the author has always wanted to achieve a visual impact through words.

Trypophobia, megalophobia, or grand battles and the like—I feel that a single type of dopamine secretion can make people feel satisfied, but it can also make them irritable.

This is why many straightforward "power fantasy" novels are incredibly satisfying in the early stages, but in the later stages, or even after three or four hundred thousand words, you find yourself wanting to read them less and less.

At the very beginning, the author wrote this type of story; I even thought I was a genius because I hit number one on the new book list in just over a hundred thousand words.

But it collapsed at three hundred thousand words, with a completion rate of less than one percent.

So I know its drawbacks well; the end point of pure satisfaction is irritability and unease.

This is a viewpoint that many readers have not noticed or are not clear about.

Therefore, I wrote these things, just like cooking; it can be considered an attempt.

To some readers, it's like, "Damn, it's like bitter coffee; you're actually feeding me this, how toxic."

To other readers, it's like, "So sour, this is a lemon."

To others, it's like, "So spicy, I like eating chili peppers."

So, like Chen Yan, I am also a seeker of the Dao, haha.

Thank you for tasting and for the gifts.