Chapter 459: Just Wanting to Live

Time passed slowly.

The next day.

The center of Myriad Aspect Island.

A divine tree radiated endless precious light, its branches and leaves extremely lush, extending in overlapping layers toward the surroundings as if to prop up this world.

At the very center of the divine tree, the light grew intense, and the brilliant precious light surged out like a tide.

At the very center of this precious light was a purple-gold fruit.

Myriad Aspect Divine Fruit.

The Myriad Aspect Divine Fruit was about to be born; though it was but one, it was a massive resource.

Hum.

A sword light appeared within the malicious black fog a thousand meters away from the Myriad Aspect Divine Tree.

Chen Changyuan, in a black robe, blended into his surroundings.

At this moment, many people were still sitting cross-legged within the four directions.

At the highest point was Chen Yunyou, the first in the first echelon of the Five Clans Ranking.

Chen Yunyou's aura was extremely powerful, to the point that even the Chen Clan prodigies dared not be certain.

"Chen Yunyou, I heard that Chen Youyi is your younger sister, right?"

A Chizhou prodigy from the second echelon spoke with a smile.

Chen Yunyou slowly opened his eyes, looked toward that person, and then waved one hand.

Pfft!

That person's legs were directly blasted into a blood mist.

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

A Chizhou prodigy shouted in a low voice:

"Chen Yunyou, what are you doing?!"

Chen Yunyou looked over indifferently and blasted out another palm; that person's legs were also blown apart.

"I am intimidating you all."

Chen Yunyou spoke, and for a moment, the surroundings fell silent.

Chi Yuexi, seventh in the first echelon, had a slightly stiff expression; she wanted to speak but gave up, instead saying to the two Chizhou prodigies whose legs had been blown apart:

"You should withdraw."

Everyone felt terrified in their hearts.

Chen Yunyou was too strong.

Lu Mingyuan, third in the first echelon, had been instantly defeated by the other party in a single move.

Now, this Myriad Aspect Divine Fruit would likely belong to Chen Yunyou as well.

Chen Changyuan sat quietly cross-legged, and the voice of the Ancient Dream Beast sounded within his body:

"This Myriad Aspect Divine Fruit is not meant for us."

"No matter, the others in the first echelon will not watch idly as Chen Yunyou obtains it."

Chen Changyuan said in his heart:

"I have the strength to enter the first echelon."

He looked behind him:

"Those in the third echelon basically find it hard to reach here; the malice in this place is too intense."

The Ancient Dream Beast laughed:

"Only Bing Yi has the best chance, though now he is going to die."

A rare trace of a smile appeared in Chen Changyuan's eyes:

"Chen Yan and Bing Yi are both my great enemies. Now that Bing Yi can be killed by Chen Yan's imitation, I can count it as one less enemy; for this, I must thank Chen Yan."

This was the first good news Chen Changyuan had received in a long time.

Meanwhile.

The matter of the battle between Bing Yi and the Chen Yan imitation had completely fermented throughout the entire world.

Originally, only the upper echelons of Great Xia knew, but now it was known to all under heaven.

The name of Bing Yi instantly resounded everywhere.

Five Clans Realm-Breaking Prodigy.

The son of the Yu Lord who will marry the daughter of the Lu Lord.

The dying man who will fight the Chen Yan imitation.

Within Great Xia, many people were initially surprised, even excited, wanting to see Bing Yi killed by the Chen Yan imitation.

But very quickly.

Many people realized.

"The Chen Clan is truly disgusting; unable to obtain Chen Yan, they create an imitation."

"The so-called imitation is just a robot. If a robot can display Chen Yan's demeanor, I'll call it Daddy."

"Chen Yan's Extreme Satin Pattern can break the limit by two hundred and twenty-four pieces; can a robot do that? It can't even enter the path of horizontal tempering; it's just a puppet."

"Insulting my Xia Clan's Divine General, damn them!"

"But, this Bing Yi is going to die. Although it's just an imitation, it is, after all, Chen Yan's imitation."

"The root of this matter is not to see Chen Yan's strength, but to see if this Chen Clan can truly simulate Chen Yan's demeanor."

"How is that possible?"

Many people realized what was happening.

Simulate Chen Yan?

It was fundamentally an impossible task.

Chen Yan's rise was too extraordinary; it simply did not conform to common logic.

Robots are manufactured according to physical laws and are fundamentally incapable of simulating Chen Yan's future.

If Chen Yan's future could be simulated, how could Chen Yan have become a God General?

Many people were secretly mocking the stupidity of the Chen Clan.

When the Thunder-Striken Treasure Land emerged, who could have imagined that Chen Yan would become a First-Rank General Star?

And who could have imagined that Chen Yan would not only become a First-Rank General Star but also a God General?

No matter how the Chen Clan simulates it, they are merely trotting out a robot.

However, almost everyone still concluded that Bing Yi would definitely die.

After all, no matter how stupid the Chen Clan is, the strength of a Fifth-Rank Chen Yan imitation must certainly be even more powerful.

And it is powerful by more than just a little bit.

Bing Yi's battle against the Fourth-Rank peak Chen Yan was already that difficult, let alone fighting to the death against a Fifth-Rank Chen Yan.

Bing Yi has almost no hope of survival.

The citizens of Yunmeng City and Yixian City, however, were sighing.

Bing Yi exterminating the Gong Clan and the Luo Clan was indeed ridding the people of a scourge.

The Chen Clan.

The Chen Master was communicating with someone through a communication array disk.

"You set off now."

On the other side of the communication array disk, that person was surprised:

"Is the Chen Master still worried that Chen Yan has already come out of seclusion?

The Yu Master has already played his hand; Bing Yi is his son."

The Chen Master spoke indifferently:

"I am not asking you to verify whether Chen Yan has come out of seclusion; I want you to go with the goal of killing Chen Yan.

If Chen Yan dies, then that Bing Yi is not Chen Yan; if Chen Yan is not there, then that Bing Yi is Chen Yan."

On the other side of the array disk, that person was silent:

"That is the General-Bestowing Thunder Tribulation; if I go, what happens if I die?"

The Chen Master was silent for a long time.

That person gave a bitter laugh:

"You never intended for me to survive, did you?

I severed the foundations of the Yu Clan and followed you for a hundred years, only to get a result like this—fine!"

The Chen Master did not speak.

That person took a deep breath and said:

"I understand; whether I kill Chen Yan or not, I will die with the identity of a member of the Yu Clan.

Forcing the Yu Clan to emerge early."

The Chen Master nodded and said:

"You are good; I will look after your clan for a thousand years."

"Many thanks, Chen Master." That person's voice trembled, and they cut off the communication.

Inside the room, the Chen Master sat quietly alone.

"Bing Yi..."

He spoke calmly.

Exterminating Bing Yi would indeed create enmity with the Yu Master, but this Bing Yi killed his daughter—should he not die?

His life's achievements have turned Chen Province from the second-to-last of the Five Great Provinces into the number one today.

His goal is not some so-called shared victory of the five clans.

What he wants is to be the shared ruler of the world.

Should his majesty be weaker than the Yu Master's?

Of course, no rule of conduct can be based entirely on emotion.

A strong person is absolutely not one who acts purely based on emotion.

Bing Yi is a signal thrown out by the Yu Clan; killing his daughter—it is possible that it is Chen Yan.

With these few key elements superimposed together, it completely constitutes the concept that Bing Yi must die.

From the very beginning, it is highly possible that Bing Yi is Chen Yan.

The Chen Clan's system initially judged the probability of it being Chen Yan at eighty-seven percent.

Later on, it dropped to twenty-three percent.

After killing Chen Youyi, it rose again to thirty-five.

This is the system's warning.

With all factors combined, for the Chen Clan, the necessity of Bing Yi having to die has already risen to eighty-five percent.

This is the Chen Clan's big data model.

Everything, absolutely everything, has created the current situation.

Therefore, after the second Chen Yan imitation appears, that will be the node where this probability becomes one hundred percent.

"Detection: Probability of Bing Yi defeating Cloud Dream No. 2," Master Chen said.

"Detection complete: Seven percent."

An electronic female voice rang out in the room.

"Hmm." Master Chen nodded faintly, a trace of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

Time passed slowly.

The third day.

Inside an independent cultivation room, Chen Yan had completely digested the contents within that memory array disk.

On the Saint-Breaking Tree, ninety-eight "Skill" Saint-Breaking Fruits had been born.

Chen Yan felt his brain had been emptied; now, even thinking about a primary school problem like one plus one equals two felt incredibly difficult.

This was a very uncomfortable feeling.

But there was a return on the investment!

Sss, sss, sss!

Streams of blood-Qi energy overflowed from within Chen Yan's body, and a dark figure identical in shape to Bing Yi was produced!

This was the 【Calamity Corpse Thousand Shadow Kill】!

As of now, Chen Yan had not even reached the entry level.

After all, the complete 【Calamity Corpse Thousand Shadow Kill】 could create one thousand dark shadows.

As long as Chen Yan unleashed the 【Calamity Corpse Thousand Shadow Kill】 while all his own states were fully activated.

This dark shadow would possess the full blood-Qi strength of Bing Yi.

Not only that, it could also take on over ninety percent of the malice within the original body.

The duration could reach fifteen minutes.

Once unleashed, Chen Yan would possess double the combat power within those fifteen minutes.

Of course, it might be more than double, or it might be less than double.

Everything depended on how it was coordinated.

To the side, that Black-Veined Old Man had his mouth agape, unable to speak for a while.

"Many thanks for your array disk." Chen Yan handed the array disk out.

The old man's body trembled, and he hurriedly caught it:

"Then I shall not disturb the God Child."

The old man wanted to say something but hesitated; before preparing to leave, he suddenly knelt down toward Chen Yan:

"Lord God Child, this old man has something he must tell Lord God Child."

"Speak," Chen Yan said.

The old man took out a very tattered piece of cowhide paper from his origin space:

"My Lord, look, this is the Myriad Aspect God Tree."

The old man spread the cowhide paper out on the ground.

Chen Yan watched quietly and nodded.

"Every long period of time, the powerful lords from outside come to harvest the Myriad Aspect God Fruits.

But this old man discovered something a long time ago."

The old man pointed to a fork in a branch of the Myriad Aspect God Tree:

"Right... right here, there is a gap only large enough for one person to squeeze into; entering from this gap, one can crawl into the interior of the Myriad Aspect God Tree.

Inside here grow many Myriad Aspect Ants, very powerful, but beneath the ant nest is a pool of treasure liquid!"

The old man said with a trembling voice:

"I once went inside when I was young and was almost killed by the Myriad Aspect Ants, so I never dared to enter again, but this old man can be certain that the value of that pool of treasure liquid is far greater than the Myriad Aspect God Fruits!"

Chen Yan's expression flickered; he looked at the old man:

"You actually told this to me; perhaps your clan will give birth to a genius in the future who needs such treasure liquid."

The old man's shriveled lips twitched, and with a *thud*, he knocked his head against the ground:

"My Lord!"

His voice was hoarse:

"I have wept and begged every powerful person who entered this place, but not one..."

Tears flowed from his eyes:

"Not one person!"

A look of despair appeared in his eyes:

"They didn't treat us as people at all!

I am not a person, but my child is a person; my child will definitely be a person!"

He squeezed out a few broken sobs.

A pair of eyes looked at the ground:

"A person is like grass; in a world full of poison, it becomes a poisonous weed, and in a world full of treasure Qi, it becomes a treasure herb.

But it doesn't want to become anything..."

The old man's gaunt, bony hands waved powerlessly in the air a few times:

"It just wants to live."

After these words, Chen Yan was silent for a long time.

"I will do the best that I can," Chen Yan said in a low voice, and he stood up:

"I will not give you a promise, but I will do my best."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The old man kowtowed heavily, his body trembling.

He walked out of the cultivation room with a swaying body.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed him into the high sky.

"What did Bing Yi say to you?" Chen Qi asked coldly.

The old man opened his mouth wide, looking down at his descendants and friends on the ground.

His chest heaved as he shouted loudly:

"The Lord said we deserve to die, said we deserve to die!"

With a boom!

He self-detonated.

Just like that, he self-detonated.

A blood mist shattered the clouds and sky.

As if he had never been there.

Above the earth, countless sounds of wailing rang out.

Chen Yan stood before the door of the cultivation room, looking up from high above.

He wore a mask, and outsiders could not see his expression.

It was still just as cold.

"Hmph!"

Chen Qi let out a cold snort, dispersing the blood mist beside him.

To the side, Chi Xun had a calm expression and waved his hand.

He looked at Chen Yan below, unable to speak.

Chen Yan returned to his cultivation room, silent for a long time.

Was he angry?

He was not angry, just calm.

He sat cross-legged, not thinking about what had just happened.

He wanted to laugh.

Boom!

Qi and blood roared.

A good while passed.

He began to absorb all the Qi and blood energy he had previously obtained.

Including the eight Sun-Radiance Grade D-tier precious medicines.

Killing Chen Youyi, as well as slaughtering so many Ancient Divine Beasts, had also brought Chen Yan an opportunity equivalent to ten Sun-Radiance Grade D-tier precious medicines.

Added together, that made eighteen!

It was as if nothing had just happened.

Chen Yan took a deep breath.

This was a huge amount of resources; he now had less than seven days left, which seemed a bit insufficient.

Not yet done, how could he know there was not enough time?

There was a coldness in his heart that would not dissipate.

There were many things he needed to do.

Moreover, he still needed to conceive how he would fight that upcoming counterfeit.

Knock, knock, knock.

Yet at this moment, a knocking sound suddenly rang out outside the room.

Chen Yan frowned and opened the door.

Lu Jianxia with silver eyes stood outside the cultivation room.

"I have something to tell you." Lu Jianxia's gaze was somewhat low, and at this moment, those silver eyes turned toward other directions.

She was actually going to enter a marriage alliance with Bing Yi, which gave her a very strange feeling.

Even now, a very sour and numb feeling had emerged deep within her heart.

She could no longer view Bing Yi as a heaven-gifted talent.

"Princess Jianxia, I don't have time."

Chen Yan frowned; he truly did not have time, and subsequently closed the door of the cultivation room directly.

Knock, knock, knock!

The knocking sound rang out again.

Chen Yan opened the door.

"Princess Jianxia, I have a battle imminent!"

His voice carried coldness and was somewhat impolite.

"I know, I have come to assist you."

Lu Jianxia spoke in a low voice and walked into the cultivation room:

"Stop speaking to me like that, okay?"

She did not wait for Chen Yan's reply; her hands danced nimbly, and strands of golden Kun Secret Flowing Thunder flew from her fingertips, condensing into an array on the walls of the entire cultivation room.

"You cultivate first."

Chen Yan was surprised; this seemed to be an array for increasing cultivation speed.

"You cultivate first!" Lu Jianxia narrowed her eyes:

"If you're afraid of me seeing, then wait until I finish condensing it before you start cultivating."

Chen Yan sat cross-legged and began to absorb the aura of the precious medicine.

The array disc had not yet finished condensing, but he discovered that his own cultivation speed had indeed increased; what Lu Jianxia was performing seemed to be a Lu family secret technique.

Lu Jianxia glanced sideways at Chen Yan, pursed her red lips, and continued to condense the array disc.

After a long while, she finally finished condensing the array disc completely.

She walked to the door of the cultivation room, turned her head to the side, and said in a low voice:

"Don't speak to me like that again."

With a bang.

She left directly, flying into the high sky.

"A useless gesture." Chen Qi glanced at Lu Jianxia and spoke indifferently.

"Shut your mouth!" Lu Jianxia snapped.

Chen Qi's gaze flashed, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Chen Qi, not everyone is afraid of you." Lu Jianxia looked at the other party coldly:

"Do you think my Lu family is that easy to bully!"

Chen Qi was silent; he would not stoop to bickering with a junior here.

He swept a faint glance downward.

Bing Yi was beyond saving.

Time passed slowly.

The ninth day.

Inside the cultivation room, brilliant thunder and cold intent intertwined, hissing.

The surging blood energy almost drowned the entire cultivation room.

Chen Yan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze profound, his aura thick and powerful.

Behind him, twenty-one True Essence Dharma Images floated slowly in the void, and the extremely thick blood energy made Chen Yan look incomparably powerful.

Twenty-one True Essence Dharma Images!

A super-strong increase in strength.

【Saint-Breaking Tree (Level 9): 1228/

Break: 55/100

Store: 45/100】

"I have already made all the plans, but how to proceed afterward still requires me to carry them out personally."

Chen Yan murmured, two blazing rays of light flashing in his eyes.

Since the Chen family wanted to destroy his Bing Yi, then they shouldn't blame him for being too ruthless.

Obediently waiting for an impostor to attack was not his, Chen Yan's, character.

He was going to give the Chen family a big surprise.

The next moment, the door of the cultivation room opened, and the fierce, wild thunder rushed out in an instant.

This day.

The brilliant light above the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree soared even higher into the sky.

The Ten Thousand Phases Divine Fruit still needed ten days to fully mature.

On the Five Clans Ranking, the prodigies of the first and second tiers had all appeared before the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree.

Many people had terrible expressions; after all, they were soaked in malice, and their own strength had been affected too much.

But everyone needed to wait for the birth of the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Fruit; this was a great opportunity.

Chen Yunyou was supreme alone, occupying one side by himself.

The first tier's second, Ji Chuxi, the fourth, Lu Fukun, the fifth, Ji Xiaomao, and others sat together, clearly also having a plan.

Chen Changyuan, as the first in the second tier, also had many people join his team.

Everyone was eyeing that Ten Thousand Phases Divine Fruit like a tiger watching its prey.

It was evident that a peak battle would break out in a few days.

At this moment, everyone was adapting to the malice here, so as not to let the upcoming battle be affected by it.

And it was on this day.

Crack!

A bolt of ink-colored wild thunder pierced through the thick fog of malice and struck.

Chen Changyuan narrowed his eyes, and Chen Yunyou, high in the sky, slowly opened his eyes, looking downward with indifference.

No one expected that this Bing Yi would actually come.

The other party was supposed to fight that approaching impostor tomorrow.

Coming here today, what was he trying to do?

PS: Adjusted.