Chapter 437: I Just Went Into Closed-Door Cultivation, and My Subordinate Prodigy Has Become a Divine General?

Yu Changsheng was very angry; he hoped Chen Yan could understand and help him eliminate Chen Changyuan.

Clearly, Chen Yan had no such intention.

Everyone thought that what Chen Changyuan needed to advance to the Seventh Rank was the 【Hidden Abyss】.

They were wrong; what Chen Changyuan needed was the Ancient Dream God-Beast.

All of the Great Clan Alliance's experiments regarding the malice of Ancient God-Beasts, and all their experiments in refining human bodies,

were all for the sake of Chen Changyuan advancing to the Seventh Rank.

But he failed; no matter how one purified the Qi-blood energy made from the corpses of Ancient God-Beasts, it would always contain malice within it.

Therefore, Chen Changyuan found a second plan.

That was the Blood-Drawing Array.

Using the Blood-Drawing Array to refine human flesh and blood into Blood Pills, allowing him to reach the Seventh Rank.

Yu Changsheng was a split soul of Chen Changyuan; the reason he chose to deploy the Blood-Drawing Array to advance to the Fifth Rank in the college entrance examination secret realm was because Chen Changyuan himself also intended to deploy the Blood-Drawing Array to advance to the Seventh Rank.

But, it was too difficult.

For Chen Changyuan to advance to the Seventh Rank, he needed to refine the flesh and blood of millions of living beings.

Based on his ability, it was impossible.

He was the number one of the Sixth Rank; what he needed to advance to the Seventh Rank was too much.

Being at the Sixth Rank, he could already fight powerhouses on the Seventh Rank leaderboard.

Once he entered the Seventh Rank, it was hard to imagine what kind of strength he would possess.

That was why he needed the Ancient Dream God-Beast.

Because the Blood-Drawing Array was originally invented by the Ancient Dream God-Beast; the reason the other party was suppressed and killed by Lu Xunyang

was also because it had once refined the flesh and blood of the living beings of an entire city using the Blood-Drawing Array.

In the entire plan, only one error appeared in the middle.

That was Yu Changsheng being killed by Chen Yan.

The actual plan was for Yu Changsheng to use everything he had to leave the college entrance examination secret realm and flee Xiaoyang, only to be instantly beheaded by a Ji Clan mole sent to receive him.

Chen Changyuan had long known what preparations Yu Changsheng would make.

He understood himself too well.

But this did not hinder Chen Changyuan's plan.

After the two Ancient Dream God-Beasts completely merged, Chen Changyuan arrived at Wushi City and found the last Ancient God-Beast that had been suppressed by the Military Martial Guards.

The reason the Wushi City Martial Suppression Division Chief and the Military Martial Guards Minister went to Xiaoyang City

was because they were ordered by King Xia Chen.

And King Xia Chen had listened to Chen Changyuan's words.

The purpose was for Chen Changyuan's final plan.

Every part of the plan had succeeded.

The Ancient Dream God-Beast had drawn the Blood-Drawing Array in Wushi City, and Chen Changyuan had also made preparations for his advancement.

But Chen Yan was appointed as a general, and the Blood Sword Saint appeared.

That was an Eighth Rank!

Most crucially, King Xia Chen was killed.

Then, the Little Diviner appeared, and the Grand Minister of Ceremonies also appeared.

Three Eighth Ranks!

Three of the world's top powerhouses had actually come to Qinzhou; this was not in the plan at all, and Chen Changyuan had never even thought this would happen.

If Chen Changyuan still dared to refine the millions of people in Wushi City into Blood Pills, he would be courting his own death.

An Eighth Rank could arrive extremely quickly and then instantly annihilate him.

Everything was because of Chen Yan.

If not for Chen Yan, millions of people in Wushi City would have been completely refined and turned into mummified corpses.

The world knew that Chen Changyuan was cold, but they would never know just how cold Chen Changyuan truly was.

He was the source of all the sins of the Great Clan Alliance.

Chen Changyuan took a deep breath; he would never find such a good opportunity again.

"Sometimes, I feel you are more like an Ancient God-Beast than I am; that is also the reason I am willing to follow you."

The Ancient Dream God-Beast spoke quietly, and Chen Changyuan glanced at the other party indifferently:

"Detonate that Seventh Rank malice crystal."

"Very well." The Ancient Dream God-Beast raised its arm; from within its pitch-black sleeve, what emerged were not fingers, but hundreds of pitch-black, incomparable tentacles.

These tentacles danced wildly in the void, drawing an array disc.

On the array disc, black smoke billowed, and mysterious, eerie patterns flickered in and out of existence, appearing like ancient, evil incantations writhing and manifesting billions of eyes.

Until a certain moment, the eyes at the center of the array disc surged open, and pitch-black smoke spilled out from the very center.

Sss, sss, sss.

A blurred figure appeared within this central array disc.

It was very blurred, but Chen Changyuan knew the other party was Chen Yan.

This was the array disc opening up a certain hidden rule-based connection between the two.

In front of Chen Yan, black smoke also flickered, and within it appeared two figures that were blurred to the extreme.

He did not know who they were.

"Chen Yan, this is the first time you and I have met; I did not expect that I would have to use this method to eliminate you."

Chen Changyuan spoke indifferently; at the center of the array disk, Chen Yan's figure remained unchanged, not even speaking.

Chen Changyuan could imagine what kind of cold expression must be appearing on the other's face.

"The only thing I regret is not going to kill you directly, but sealing you instead."

"Chen Changyuan?" A deep and cold voice rang out.

"It is me." Chen Changyuan spoke:

"Chen Yan, I admit, you are more monstrous than me.

But I don't mind killing you at the moment you are most triumphant."

Sss, sss, sss!

The pitch-black array disk began to burn with black smoke, and malice, concentrated to the extreme, began to erupt.

It was as if an ancient evil god were whispering; a grand and unknown terror descended at this moment.

The next moment, the array disk turned into ashes.

Chen Changyuan closed his eyes:

"Will he die?"

"He certainly will." The Dream Ancient God Beast spoke:

"I am a Tier 7 Array-Condensing Ancient God Beast, a Tier 7 Pure Evil Ancient God Beast, and also a Tier 7 Elemental Ancient God Beast."

Chen Changyuan shook his head:

"I don't know if he will die; underestimating others is not my style. The only one I underestimated was Chen Yan."

As he spoke, he walked quietly toward the distance, and the Dream Ancient God Beast let out a strange laugh, following closely behind.

Today, Chen Changyuan lost his own power and wealth, lost his family, and lost his father.

Everything was bestowed by Chen Yan.

Inside the Lightning Tribulation space.

The Tier 7 Malice Crystal inside Chen Yan's body began to erupt, and rolling malice burned up and down Chen Yan's physical body like black flames.

"I really..."

Chen Yan sat cross-legged on a great mountain, feeling the corrosion coming from the malice.

"Really don't know how to thank you."

Chen Changyuan was indeed Chen Yan's benefactor.

His son offered up the painstakingly prepared Yin-Zhe Blood Qi.

The Chu Family and Gong Family under the other's command gave Chen Yan precious startup capital.

The underground organization and the Luo Family gave Chen Yan massive resources.

Even the developed Malice Blood Qi seemed tailor-made for Chen Yan.

When Chen Yan's will needed to be tempered and strengthened, the other sent over this Tier 7 Malice Crystal.

Truly, Chen Yan felt moved in his heart.

Sss, sss, sss!

The Tier 7 malice was indeed powerful and thick to the extreme; even Chen Yan felt somewhat difficult at this moment.

But, it was only difficult.

Malice is a precious medicine for the path of will.

Will is born from malice, and will requires the tempering of malice.

The pressure of will on Chen Yan's body slowly overflowed, and the Will of Immortality began to vibrate.

He wanted to borrow this Malice Crystal to gain insight into the path of will.

The path of will has realms, but within a major realm, there should also be minor realms.

The realm of the Word Realm is mainly manifested in the amplification of combat power.

A five-fold comprehensive amplification of combat power is the limit of the Word Realm.

But this is Chen Yan's limit, not others' limit.

Like Chen Min, who also reached the limit of the Word Realm, and even had a trace of immortal aura overflowing from within the body.

But Chen Min's combat power amplification was only three-fold.

It could not compare to Chen Yan.

Perhaps the strongest amplification for everyone else in the Word Realm would only be three-fold, and no more.

As for the Stand Realm.

At first, Chen Yan's Will of Immortality was less about reversing life and death, and more about awakening vitality.

At that time, Chen Yan's flesh and blood had all died, but the physical body was complete, so the vitality that needed to be awakened would not be much.

Most crucially, Chen Yan's brain still had a final trace of vitality.

The physical recovery at that time required about the same Will of Immortality as regrowing a severed limb.

But if the physical body were to be broken into two pieces, it would not be easy to recover.

At that time, it was the early stage of the Stand Realm.

But now, after Chen Yan continuously absorbed malice, the Will of Immortality became increasingly powerful; even if the physical body were broken into several pieces, there would be hope for recovery.

Once Chen Yan completely digests this Malice Crystal, the Will of Immortality will become even more powerful, and even if the physical body is broken into several pieces, it can recover in a very short time.

But all of this is built upon a necessary condition.

That is, one cannot be brain-dead.

If a person's brain is beaten into countless powder, can it still recover?

It cannot.

But it is just that it cannot be done now; as for what the peak of the Establishment Realm will be like, Chen Yan does not know either.

He has not yet reached that realm, so even if he is the founder of the Martial Dao, he does not know.

Time passed slowly.

Chen Yan, who was still cultivating, let out a soft sigh.

Shen Yiwei, in the end, had his closed-door cultivation interrupted.

…………

Shen Yiwei emerged from seclusion with an icy expression.

His eyes still contained endless killing intent; the moment he emerged, he gave people the feeling that a God of Slaughter had arrived.

He gazed at the sky, where there were clusters of blood mist, waves of battle cries, and falling corpses.

Immediately after, his body stiffened; these falling corpses, their strength was so formidable!

He saw the Grand Tutor, he saw the Lesser Arbiter, he saw Zhang Ting.

And there were General Stars, so many General Stars, all of them killing.

Shen Yiwei was stunned; he walked back into the cultivation room and shouted in a low voice:

"Since I was in closed-door cultivation, why did I fall asleep?!"

He clenched his fists tight and roared in a low voice!

He would no longer be the so-called Vice Chief, and he did not want any Military Martial Guard either.

He was a rogue cultivator, a God of Slaughter who wanted to emerge into the world only to kill.

But he had not expected that he would actually fall asleep while cultivating.

He must have fallen asleep.

This is Xiaoyang, not Jin Province, so how could there be so many General Stars and Grand Tutors?

Moreover, why would they be killing?

The ones being killed were all Fifth-Rank, or even Sixth-Rank experts; Shen Yiwei even caught the scent of a Seventh-Rank falling.

Xiaoyang, where did so many experts come from?

It's fake.

It must be fake.

"Old Shen, since you've come out of seclusion, why go back in?"

Luo Puxin's voice rang out.

"Old Luo..." Shen Yiwei turned around, looking at Luo Puxin, his expression becoming ugly:

"I'm sorry."

He said in a low voice; in the past, Luo Puxin had handed Chen Yan over to him.

He knew that Luo Puxin had wanted to take Chen Yan as a disciple, but Chen Yan's aptitude was too strong, and Luo Puxin knew he was unworthy, which was why he had entrusted Chen Yan to him.

But he had let Luo Puxin down.

With that aptitude of Chen Yan's, if he hadn't been in his hands but in someone else's, he would have achieved unimaginable results.

He was incompetent, cowardly, and hesitant, and he had caused Chen Yan's death!

He was also Lu Xunyang's disciple; he was unworthy!

"Old Shen, what's wrong with you? Smile, today is a good day." Luo Puxin walked over and patted Shen Yiwei on the shoulder.

"Old Luo, even if this is a dream, I..." Shen Yiwei was at a loss for words.

"What dream?" Luo Puxin slapped Shen Yiwei on the shoulder: "Can you feel it?"

"I can." Shen Yiwei nodded, and the next moment he was startled:

"I'm not dreaming?"

"Of course not," Luo Puxin laughed.

"Where is Chen Yan?" Shen Yiwei asked; it was very difficult for him, as he had concluded that Chen Yan was already dead, but now he began to hope again.

He did not want to care about what was happening in the sky.

He looked at Luo Puxin, not waiting for Luo Puxin to speak:

"Chen Yan is in the college entrance examination secret realm, he definitely isn't dead, right!"

"He definitely isn't dead," Luo Puxin said:

"How could the Great Xia top scholar die? I didn't even think..."

Shen Yiwei's expression changed, and he walked into the room:

"I really am still dreaming!"

He laughed; who said you can't feel pain in a dream?

It's all fake; you can feel pain in a dream too.

"Old Shen, you aren't dreaming!" Luo Puxin was speechless; Shen Yiwei must have gone stupid from his closed-door cultivation.

"Not dreaming? Then tell me, why is the Grand Tutor in the sky, and why are so many experts dying?!" Shen Yiwei shouted in a low voice.

"Because Chen Yan is being appointed as a General, and these people came to launch a sneak attack," Luo Puxin said.

"What appointment as a General?"

"A First-Rank General Star."

"You still say I'm not dreaming!" Shen Yiwei roared.

With a boom.

Luo Puxin kicked Shen Yiwei's leg, causing a blast of Qi, but he didn't move him.

"Does it hurt?" Luo Puxin asked.

"It hurts!" Shen Yiwei's breathing grew rapid, his eyes flashing with a sharp light:

"Where is Chen Yan?!"

He clenched his fists tightly; that kick from Old Luo felt too good, too real—he might truly not be dreaming!

Chen Yan might truly have been conferred as a First-Rank General Star!

"Chen Yan has been conferred as a Divine General and is currently in secluded cultivation," Luo Puxin said with a smile.

Shen Yiwei was stunned; he furrowed his brows and pursed his lips.

Immediately after.

"Damn it!"

A terrifying roar resounded from within the Military Martial Guard, and countless people from all directions looked over.

Zhang Ting was still killing, and at this moment, he looked at Shen Yiwei and frowned:

"Fool!"

He let out a low shout and paid no more attention to it.

Jidao Wu and the others were also watching; Jidao Wu recognized Shen Yiwei and frowned:

"He really has gone mad; no wonder he can only be a Deputy Chief and cannot return to his former glory."

Jidao Wu shook his head, then continued to kill.

"Damn this dream, I must wake up; how can I be dreaming while practicing cultivation!"

Shen Yiwei roared; was he not working hard enough?

Was his anger fake?

Was he really destined to be a good-for-nothing for his entire life?

Could it be that the Nine-Fold Sword Realm he practiced was also fake?

So that brand-new Martial Dao could not enhance one's aptitude, but instead caused one to enter an illusion.

He understood.

"Hahaha!!!" Shen Yiwei laughed out loud, raised one hand, manifested the Sword Realm in his palm, and struck it down toward his own head.

"I, Shen Yiwei, should not be like this!"

"Holy shit!" Luo Puxin was shocked:

"Old Luo, don't!"

…………

A long time later.

Shen Yiwei sat blankly in front of the door, his face numb, with a sword scar still on his forehead.

His breathing was heavy!

He was shocked, stupefied, and even somewhat deranged.

He had just gone into secluded cultivation, and the prodigy under his command had become a Divine General?