Chapter 464: A Massive Harvest, A Destined Laborer!

His voice carried through, echoing incessantly in the ears of all present.

Across the world, the screens displaying the battle slowly vanished following the death of the second Chen Yan counterfeit.

The sense of shock transmitted into the hearts and minds of countless people at this moment!

It just kept spreading out like that.

The viewing had ended, unfolding in a way no one had expected, and concluding in a way no one had expected.

The Chen Yan counterfeit completely revealed its true form within the River of Malice.

That was not Chen Yan, but merely a robot, a robot that only knew how to kill.

Even possessing Chen Yan's combat power, it was fundamentally unable to fully simulate the terror of the Path of Will.

On the contrary, it was Bing Yi who had practically toyed with all the prodigies of the Five Clans.

At the Fifth Rank, he had brought Chen Yunyou, the number one on the Five Clans Ranking, to the brink of death.

On the bank, the prodigies of the Five Clans watched silently, even their hearts beating violently.

Even though the powerhouses of the first echelon possessed combat power far greater than Bing Yi's, they all looked as if they had been deflated at this moment.

"This battle of the Prodigy Killing Array has ended; you are not permitted to target Bing Yi any further!"

A cold voice rang out from high above.

Lu Jianxia appeared, but she was blocked by a special barrier of malice and could not descend.

Just as Chen Youyi had said, the deeper one went into Myriad Image Island, the stronger the island's isolation capabilities became.

Right up to the deepest depths, powerhouses like Lu Jianxia could not even see what was happening there, let alone descend.

"Bing Yi, swim back!"

Lu Jianxia spoke again, and even on her face, a look of worry flickered.

Bing Yi had already been soaking in the River of Malice for twenty-three minutes; even swimming back would take roughly the same amount of time.

Bing Yi might have already reached his limit.

Lu Jianxia stared at everyone once more, raising the Myriad Image Divine Fruit in her hand:

"The Myriad Image Divine Fruit has been obtained by Lu Fukun; you are not permitted to target Bing Yi in the name of the Myriad Image Divine Fruit anymore, otherwise, you shall be enemies with my Lu and Yu clans!"

All the prodigies watched in silence, each of them looking at Bing Yi within the River of Malice.

Someone spoke up:

"Can Bing Yi still swim back?"

"Even if he awakened the Path of Will, he only awakened it these past few months; his resistance to malice couldn't be that strong."

The crowd murmured.

Ji Chuxi was also still wading through the river, carrying the Chen Yunyou who could no longer withstand the malice as he swam back, his face also showing extreme pain.

Chen Yan's body was overflowing with black smoke, the flesh on his neck having long since rotted into a ghastly state, and he also began to walk back.

He could still hold on for longer; according to Chen Yan's own calculations, he should be able to last for about another hour.

But he could not use his Immortal Body, nor could he appear too powerful.

Everyone could see that Bing Yi, swimming back, was on the verge of death.

"Lu Fukun, go and fetch him!"

Lu Jianxia spoke, looking at Lu Fukun.

"Me?" Lu Fukun's expression trembled:

"I can only soak for ten minutes; even if I reach him, he will still have to be soaked in the River of Malice."

"Go!" Lu Jianxia reprimanded.

"Fine." Lu Fukun appeared on the bank and spoke to Bing Yi, who was swimming back:

"Brother Bing Yi, swim to within a thousand meters of the bank, and I will enter the river!"

He shouted loudly.

He had calculated that swimming five hundred meters into the river would take exactly five minutes.

Chen Yan, however, remained silent, continuing to wade through the river slowly.

He kept his head lowered, while his perception continued to spread out within the River of Malice.

He did not know where the Myriad Prison Nether Thunder had gone.

He was still waiting for the return of the Myriad Prison Nether Thunder.

He slowed his speed appropriately.

"Bing Yi is not going to make it."

A cold voice rang out; the one speaking was Chen Hong, the eighth-ranked in the first echelon.

A sneer appeared in his eyes:

"Even if he awakened the Martial Path of Will, he cannot resist the erosion of so much malice all at once.

Even if he returns, his aptitude will be worn away completely; it is very likely he will become a cripple."

Chen Hong crossed his arms, speaking with disdain.

Beside him, Lu Fukun laughed:

"You're really something, actually hoping for a Fifth Rank to become weak because of other things; are you afraid of him?"

Chen Hong's expression turned cold:

"I need to be afraid of him?"

Lu Fukun sneered:

"I happen to know that you have a special affection for Chen Youyi, and Bing Yi killed the object of your affection.

I warn you, the Five Clans' punishment for Bing Yi is the Prodigy Killing Array; you are not permitted to take any other action!"

Chen Hong's face turned livid; he stared fixedly at Bing Yi, who was still wading through the river, wishing in his heart that the other would just die in the River of Malice.

High above in the sky, Chen Qi was also watching, his gaze locked onto Bing Yi, whose speed had slowed, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Both are Path-Breakers, yet he is a hundred times weaker than Chen Yan in the Path of Will!"

Ji Hai also spoke coldly:

"Stop going on about Chen Yan; once Chen Yan becomes a God General, he might just raise his butcher's knife against your Chen Clan."

Ji Hai was still furious over the death of the Ji Province prodigy.

Chi Xun, however, suddenly smiled, a smile that was somewhat meaningful.

As time slowly passed.

Chen Yunyou was brought to the shore, severely injured.

Lu Fukun also hurriedly entered the river; he let out a miserable cry first, then struggled to swim toward Bing Yi.

"You must hold on, there are only five minutes left."

Lu Fukun arrived in front of Chen Yan and spoke.

It was at this very moment.

Crackle.

A bolt of pitch-black wild lightning, like a serpent, swam through the River of Malice and entered Chen Yan's body where no one noticed.

The Myriad Prison Nether Thunder had returned.

Chen Yan no longer had any worries.

At this moment, everyone was watching, growing increasingly silent.

Although Bing Yi was now being carried on Lu Fukun's back, he was still submerged in the River of Malice; this was the rule of this River of Malice.

The crowd's expressions grew increasingly suspicious and uncertain as they sensed Bing Yi's aura becoming weaker and weaker.

Yet, at the very last moment, the other was still breathing.

"He actually survived; is this the Path of Will?" Ji Chuxi asked in surprise:

"The Path of Will can even amplify combat power; if I could awaken it..."

He was envious.

The other prodigies on the Five Clans Ranking were also shaken in their hearts.

It would be a lie to say they weren't envious.

The few experts of the Path of Will that had appeared recently all possessed incomparably powerful combat strength.

Bing Yi being such a monster must surely have something to do with the Path of Will.

"His aptitude has been damaged; he will become a waste in the future."

A discordant voice rang out; it was Chen Hong speaking.

The crowd nodded; Bing Yi looked severely injured.

High above in the sky, Chen Qi narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Bing Yi had been corroded beyond recognition; it was questionable whether he could even fight again by the time the next Chen Yan counterfeit arrived.

Lu Fukun carried Chen Yan and flew toward the shallower parts of the River of Malice.

They did not stop until they reached the south of the Myriad Manifestation Divine Tree.

Here, the isolation ability against Lu Jianxia had also weakened significantly, and Lu Jianxia landed on the ground.

Looking at the severely injured Chen Yan at this moment, Lu Jianxia was silent for a while.

Yet at this moment, Chen Yan waved one hand, and a cultivation room appeared; he walked into the cultivation room.

"He doesn't intend to leave Myriad Manifestation Island?" Lu Fukun exclaimed in shock.

Lu Jianxia walked into the cultivation room, and Lu Fukun shook his head and moved far away.

Inside the cultivation room.

Lu Jianxia looked at Bing Yi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground dispelling the malice, and spoke:

"Return to Lu Province and do not participate in this Five Clans Conference."

Chen Yan slowly raised his head:

"If I return to Lu Province, will that make my Prodigy Killing Array ineffective?"

Chen Yan had no desire to leave this place.

Before the Black-Marked Elder died, he had told him that within the Myriad Manifestation Divine Tree, there was a pool of Myriad Manifestation Spirit Liquid, which was more valuable than the Myriad Manifestation Divine Fruit.

Lu Jianxia bit her red lips tightly:

"What do you want? If you continue to face threats here, the further in you go, the more you will be plotted against by the people of the Chen Clan."

She paused for a moment:

"You are so severely injured now, and your aptitude has also been damaged."

Her pair of beautiful silver eyes gazed at Bing Yi, just like two lonely moons hanging high in the cold night.

She was shocked and also full of admiration; this Bing Yi had exceeded her imagination.

But, the current Bing Yi was too severely injured.

Even a Creation Realm expert, after being soaked in such a tragic River of Malice for so long, would suffer damage to their aptitude.

Although Bing Yi was alive, his aptitude...

"So, I should just continue waiting for death?" Chen Yan said coldly:

"After enjoying my final moments in Lu Province, walk toward extinction?"

Lu Jianxia was stunned:

"What else can you do?"

"I want to let malice corrode my body to seek the possibility of an Immortal Body!" Chen Yan said:

"If I am still struggling at the very last second of my life, then even if I die, I will not look down upon myself.

I died standing; I only lost, I did not fail."

Lu Jianxia's body stiffened slightly, and her expression, originally as calm as water, showed a trace of imperceptible loosening.

It was as if she were seeing Bing Yi clearly for the first time, feeling that inextinguishable power within Bing Yi's heart.

The other party was actually seeking an Immortal Body.

What great ambition.

But, it was also possible.

Bing Yi had already entered the Dao of Will; was there no possibility of awakening an Immortal Body?

Why could Chen Yan do it, while Bing Yi, also a Realm Breaker, could not?

"I will help you."

She said softly.

She handed over the Myriad Aspect Divine Fruit, of which seventy percent remained, and also took out a series of precious healing medicines.

"I know you don't like owing others; Lu Fukun had no right to take thirty percent of the Myriad Aspect Divine Fruit, as you put in the greatest effort.

These healing items are an equivalent exchange."

Chen Yan nodded, and he took out that Chen Yan replica which had been corroded beyond recognition.

Lu Jianxia's expression tightened slightly:

"I will immediately request resources from Lu Province to purchase this one."

"No need," Chen Yan said:

"I want you to take this robot as a test subject to explore the mystery of how the Chen Clan controls it."

Chen Yan said quietly; he had no need to fight this robot.

This was the Chen Clan's greatest mistake.

As long as it was a machine, it could be controlled and counter-controlled.

He wanted Lu Province to explore the mystery of this robot.

"You...!" Lu Jianxia's expression trembled, becoming uncertain and suspicious at this moment:

"You actually thought of this step!"

She marveled inwardly; Bing Yi was indeed intelligent. If Lu Province could create a method to counter-control the Chen Clan's robots, Bing Yi would no longer need to face threats.

"This is another path. If the Lu Clan can research it, that is naturally best; if they cannot, I will still attempt to awaken an Immortal Body."

Chen Yan said calmly.

"Mm, I will urge them with all my might," Lu Jianxia said.

She prepared to leave, but suddenly her footsteps paused, and she looked at Chen Yan:

"I shouldn't tell you this, you cannot be distracted, but..."

She hesitated for a moment:

"Lu Yu wants to arrange a marriage, and the targets are you and me."

She looked at Bing Yi, wanting to detect a trace of fluctuation from Bing Yi's movements or aura.

But she was wrong, and even felt a sense of inexplicable emotion.

Bing Yi remained motionless, still healing, as if not concerned at all.

The other party's indifference was like a drop of indescribable liquor sliding down Lu Jianxia's throat.

"Bing Yi, I know you don't like me, and I too have my heart set on the martial Dao, with nothing else."

She said quietly, and Chen Yan suddenly spoke:

"You and I are allies; the matter of husband and wife only needs to be performed for the outside world to see. You do not need to care too much and disturb your own heart of seeking the Dao."

Lu Jianxia's body trembled slightly; she looked at Bing Yi and nodded.

Just as she pushed open the door to the cultivation room, shallow blue light flickered between her fingers as she condensed an array disk with extreme speed, which then landed on Chen Yan.

Lu Jianxia walked out of the cultivation room and looked at the world outside, which was enveloped in malice.

She had cast a sound-transmission array for Bing Yi.

Henceforth, if Bing Yi encountered any problems, she would be able to detect them as quickly as possible.

After all, Bing Yi was currently severely injured.

Yes, that was the reason.

Lu Jianxia lightly pursed her lips; being with Bing Yi gave her a feeling that was very comfortable, yet very empty.

That was why she had said those words just now.

Inside the cultivation room.

Chen Yan sensed the array disk that had suddenly appeared on his body and probed its internal structure.

Lu Jianxia thought he could not feel it, as Bing Yi was currently severely injured and almost on the verge of death.

But in reality, the moment Lu Jianxia suddenly produced that strange emotion, Chen Yan had been on guard.

Chen Yan began to analyze it, and after realizing it was just a simple sound-transmission array.

Boom—!

Inside the cultivation room, wild thunder instantly exploded and roared continuously.

At the same time.

Lu Jianxia, who was flying at high altitude, trembled, and she looked back at the cultivation room below in astonishment.

What is Bing Yi doing?

To be so heavily injured and yet dare to circulate lightning like this—are you tired of living?

"Are all those who break through realms this insane?" Lu Jianxia murmured.

Inside the cultivation room.

Chen Yan looked at his own arm.

There were two black markings remaining on it.

One of them was slowly fading away, much like a progress bar.

How powerful was Chen Yan's eyesight? Based on the speed at which this black marking was fading, he judged the arrival time of the next Chen Yan imitation.

One month.

One month later, what would arrive would be a mid-fifth-rank Chen Yan imitation.

In the eyes of the Five Clans, or even the entire world.

One month is but a fleeting moment to a martial artist, but Chen Yan knew just how much he could strengthen himself in that time.

Subsequently.

Chen Yan began to absorb elemental energy; previously, he had only managed to devour the elemental spirits within the River of Malice and store them inside his own body.

He had not yet circulated or absorbed them.

Within that River of Malice, Chen Yan had only absorbed for less than an hour, yet the harvest was bountiful!

Lightning and cold energy intertwined around Chen Yan's body as he began to absorb those elemental spirits, his aura rising continuously.

Every time a bolt of lightning or a wisp of cold energy swept across Chen Yan's body, the air became filled with the pungent smell of ozone, and the surrounding space seemed distorted by this violent power, making light and shadow appear blurred.

The momentum of both the lightning element and the ice element was rising step by step!

The "Origin" Saint-Breaking Fruit slowly came into being.

Until the very end, Chen Yan absorbed all the elemental energy hidden within his body.

The Saint-Breaking Tree also birthed a total of one hundred and fifty "Origin" Saint-Breaking Fruits!

One hundred and fifty "Origin" Saint-Breaking Fruits was an amount Chen Yan had almost never possessed before.

The improvement in the quality of Qi and blood provides a terrifying boost to a martial artist's combat power.

Chen Yan had discovered this upon seeing so many top-tier prodigies fighting.

Those who create realms in the path of Qi and blood generally raise their own Qi and blood quality to the Bright Moon Grade, Grade A.

They were one step away from the Scorching Sun Grade.

If Chen Yan were to fight these people, he would be at a huge disadvantage from the start.

His Qi and blood quality simply could not compare.

Especially since Chen Yan's Yin-Stagnation Qi and Blood hadn't even reached the Bright Moon Grade.

Time passed slowly.

Throughout the cultivation room, ice would condense only to be shattered again by lightning.

The booming sounds were continuous.

The energy of the Saint-Breaking Fruit felt as if it were innate to Chen Yan, and absorbing it was extremely smooth.

Until a certain moment.

Yin-Stagnation leveled up!

Bright Moon Grade, Grade D!

Immediately after, Xun-Thunder leveled up, Bright Moon Grade, Grade C!

Chen Yan let out a long breath and looked back into the Origin Space.

The Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder was no longer bound by any array, floating slowly in the Origin Space as a pitch-black thunder orb.

It radiated terrifying malice, and the Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder's own aura had actually risen directly to Bright Moon Grade, Grade A.

Chen Yan marveled; the Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder was truly worthy of being a Divine Seed, its devouring ability was indeed powerful.

The Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder drifted slowly, noticing Chen Yan's consciousness probing toward it.

The next moment, the pitch-black thunder orb suddenly opened, and the terrifying ice element wrapped within it spilled out in an instant.

Sss— sss...

The Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder flicked its pitch-black thunder tongue.

Chen Yan was stunned; within the River of Malice, besides devouring lightning elements, the Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder had actually brought back a vast amount of ice elements for him.

"I underestimated you; you are quite worldly-wise," Chen Yan remarked with emotion.

Sss— sss...

The Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder flicked its tongue.

Chen Yan nodded, using his internal energy to project his voice within the Origin Space.

"I am a man of my word; from now on, I will not destroy your consciousness, only extract your lightning elements.

If we cooperate, I can also help you devour malice."

Sss!

The Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder vibrated in response.

Chen Yan understood; he tore half of the lightning elements from the Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder and took away the ice elements as well.

The quality of the Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder dropped from Bright Moon Grade, Grade A to Bright Moon Grade, Grade B.

"After I leave seclusion, I will enter the River of Malice again and let you inside to continue rising."

Chen Yan smiled; it was indeed wise not to have completely devoured the Myriad Prison Nether-Thunder back at the Thunder-Strike Treasure Land.

This was simply an incredibly powerful, heaven-sent worker.