Chapter 468: Break the Prisoner's Shackles of the Ancient Gods, and Slay the Injustice of the World!

Lu Jianxia's red lips parted slightly, and something flickered within her beautiful silver eyes.

Inside the Myriad Aspect Divine Tree, Chen Yan walked all the way to the deepest part of the Myriad Aspect Spirit Liquid, entering a wooden path that had appeared from the bottom of the pool.

The wooden path wound downward first, then twisted and turned for a long time, and the murmurs coming from his ears grew increasingly noisy.

In the end, he actually walked right out of the roots of the Myriad Aspect Divine Tree and arrived deep underground.

Up until now.

That endless murmuring sound of ten million people hissed in Chen Yan's ears, as if shaking his brain.

Even with Chen Yan's strong willpower, it was difficult to endure at this moment.

Inside the gloomy underground karst cave, there were nothing but dense, layered piles of cyan vengeful spirits, resembling a bizarre forest with no end in sight.

Those translucent bodies were constantly piled together, twisting and struggling.

These vengeful spirits, some incomplete and others with twisted limbs, all emitted a faint, eerie cyan glow.

This was an exaggerated scene.

This cave was not large, but the vengeful spirits piled up here seemed to number as many as ten million.

They blended, intersected, and overlapped with one another.

Until at one moment, those piled-up heads all turned in unison, looking toward Chen Yan.

Endless resentment transformed into an invisible tide and lunged at Chen Yan.

Countless illusions rushed deep into Chen Yan's mind just like that.

It was a bright and sunny afternoon.

On Myriad Aspect Island, there were elderly fishermen catching fish, children in class, and workers raising axes in their hands.

Immediately after, high above in the sky, a majestic figure suddenly appeared.

"Divine General Wei Ming!"

"Xia Weimin!"

"Lord Divine General!"

On the earth, the living beings raised their heads, looking with reverence at the powerful existence that had appeared.

The world loved him, children idolized him, and youths viewed him as their own hero.

The Xia Clan Divine General, Governor of the Myriad Aspect Island region.

Xia Weimin.

But right under those fervent gazes.

The figure high in the sky produced a long spear coiled with a dragon in his hand, then slashed it downward.

Boom!

The earth's veins shattered, the physical bodies of countless living beings were pulverized, and blood mist splashed in all directions, stained with exploding gravel and dust.

Those people who worshipped him did not even know why they died when they perished.

"Why, why is this?"

An old man held the corpse of his grandson, whose head had been pierced by flying debris, staring blankly and mumbling incoherently toward the sky.

His question received no response; as the sky-filling spear light descended, along with the final, excruciating pain he experienced in life, his body completely exploded.

But the old man did not die completely.

His physical body was destroyed, but his divine soul remained alive, though it was thin to the extreme, appearing as if transparent.

Rumble!

The entire Myriad Aspect Island was undergoing an apocalyptic disaster.

At the center of Myriad Aspect Island, that towering Myriad Aspect Divine Tree began to shake, countless green leaves began to rustle and tremble, and drops of blood-colored sap seeped out from the leaves, falling onto the earth like a rainstorm.

The Myriad Aspect Divine Tree was weeping blood, crying in silent agony.

Wisps of invisible energy slowly emerged from its canopy that covered the sky, sprinkling over the entire Myriad Aspect Island.

This was thought-power energy.

Humans are born with divine souls.

The divine soul is thought-power.

But to become a thought-power martial artist requires extremely painful tempering.

Therefore, after ordinary people die, that thin divine soul thought-power quietly dissipates.

But on this day when the living beings of Myriad Aspect Island perished, because of the Myriad Aspect Divine Tree's weeping blood.

Endless thought-power energy soaked into the bodies of these instantly slaughtered beings, allowing their thought-power, which was about to dissipate, to be preserved.

Just like that.

This dead old man had his thought-power remain after death.

But this was despair.

He saw his wife holding their granddaughter on the other side of the road, her body exploding into a blood mist in an instant, and the granddaughter, still holding a lollipop, had no time to react before her body was smashed in two by a giant boulder crashing down directly upon her.

"It hurts!"

"It hurts so much!!"

He heard his granddaughter's painful cries, and he looked around in a daze.

Screams of panic rang out one after another.

The earth shattered, and the people were plunged into misery.

Thin divine souls of thought-power were born under the mercy of the Myriad Aspect Divine Tree.

But this was the fall of ten million people; no matter how powerful the Myriad Aspect Divine Tree was, it could not completely grant everyone eternal thought-power.

And so.

One by one, deformed, twisted, and shallow telepathic spirits appeared.

They screamed and suffered, watching with their own eyes as their relatives, friends, and kin all became mangled flesh amidst the disaster.

Then, they turned into spirits as twisted as they were.

"Beasts, you beasts!"

"Xia Weimin!"

Millions, tens of millions of twisted telepathic spirits roared aloud.

They were dead, but their spirits were still alive.

But...

Malice erupted!

Tens of millions of people died, and the entire Ten Thousand Phases Island erupted with endless malice.

This malice was like a maggot attached to a bone.

The shallow telepathic spirits soaked within it, as if thrown into a frying pan, becoming increasingly twisted and increasingly pained.

Tens of millions of telepathic spirits ran toward the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree.

They craved the help of the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree.

However.

They discovered the Ten Thousand Phases Ants; those dense swarms of Ten Thousand Phases Ants could gnaw on them and wantonly slaughter them.

They could only flee underground, eking out a meager existence by relying on the shallow telepathic energy overflowing from the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree.

Roaring day and night, suffering day and night.

That terrifying malice was everywhere; even beneath the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree, it could reach them.

Tens of millions of spirits were being roasted and fried at every moment.

If there is no time limit to pain, then what is the point of a person living?

Their consciousness began to be twisted, their memories slowly disappearing, until they could no longer distinguish what they were at all.

It was only a matter of three or four days.

One after another, the shrill, roaring spirits walked toward the malicious black mist in final despair, to be completely corroded and dissipated.

But there were still some who persisted.

They waited for people from the Great Xia to come and save them.

Finally, one day, people from the Xia Clan came.

But that person did not discover them at all.

Tens of millions of telepathic souls were roaring, but once they stepped out from underground, they would immediately be completely corroded by the malice of the outside world and vanish entirely.

When people discovered that it was better to be dead than alive.

Madness descended.

The complete erosion from the malice arrived; consciousness was twisted, and memories were corroded.

They could not distinguish that they were once living beings, that they were once able to live and work in peace.

They forgot that living beings actually do not need to endure pain at all, and that living beings have the right to head toward extinction amidst endless pain.

They forgot that since the pain could not be resolved, the only way was to resolve life itself.

One after another, broken spirits began to merge and fold, constantly roaring, constantly encountering countless pains.

Constantly turning into another form of life.

They constantly babbled and wailed, without struggle, and never growing accustomed to it.

Until now, a youth wearing a mask walked to this place.

The resentment of countless broken souls rushed into Chen Yan's mind just like that.

This was an endless disaster.

Especially.

This youth was a Master of Will who could feel the emotions of others.

Then the roaring of these countless aggrieved souls became a disaster belonging to Chen Yan at this moment.

"Hahahaha!"

Laughter that seemed like madness burst from Chen Yan's mouth; he raised his head, and the eyes beneath his mask were trembling violently.

The pain!

Indescribable pain, indescribable emotions overlapping.

Overlapping, constantly overlapping.

This world has many ways to die, and also countless ways to suffer.

Clearly, Chen Yan had already seen these from within Lin Yi's memory formation disk.

But how could Lin Yi's emotions be mentioned in the same breath as those of these aggrieved souls?

How powerful was Chen Yan's will.

But at this moment, it was also difficult to endure.

He suddenly discovered that reversing life and death was simply insignificant compared to clearly feeling the pain of life.

Between life and death, there are countless bridges.

And pain is the longest bridge that death longs for.

Chen Yan's body was trembling; he found it difficult to walk out of such intense resentment.

Perhaps, when he was absorbing the Ten Thousand Phases Spirit Liquid and heard those countless babblings, he had already guessed it would be like this.

But he still came.

An inexplicable connection between him and these countless wronged souls had never been severed.

It was something known as a Red Heart.

Therefore, he was in incomparable pain.

At this moment, he seemed to no longer be Chen Yan, but rather those wronged souls who had suffered countless pains, living once more.

He was speaking their words, or perhaps his own.

"Why must I live in such a world?"

"Why must I experience these things again and again, and see these things?"

He raised his head, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

"Even if Heaven is to bestow a great mission upon a person, it should not treat me this way."

His voice carried a tremor.

Outside.

Lu Jianxia, who had been listening through the Sound Transmission Array Disk, saw her expression change.

Bing Yi, it turns out, could also be lost, could also be in pain.

It turns out that this twenty-one-year-old youth, when facing an inevitable death, would also struggle like this.

Lu Jianxia fell silent; she did not look down on Bing Yi.

On the contrary, countless waves surged in her heart.

Bing Yi was also a living person, capable of pain, capable of bewilderment.

As the son of the Universe Lord, he had enjoyed endless glory, yet he had encountered such a crisis here.

The other party was severely injured, his aptitude damaged by malice, unable to see a future.

Bing Yi was flesh and blood; he was too cruel to himself, too harsh on himself.

That he was like this now was not his own fault; it was others who were wrong.

Lu Jianxia felt that she had truly understood Bing Yi for the first time.

She listened quietly to Bing Yi's voice.

"Heaven to bestow a great mission? Why must a mission be bestowed by Heaven?"

The one who bestows the mission upon me is myself!

There has never been any so-called truth in the world; if it truly existed, how could it come to this?"

Bing Yi spoke in a low voice, as if he were battling himself, as if he were debating the truth with himself.

Lu Jianxia pressed her red lips together, but her expression changed in the next instant.

"I declare my fate to Heaven and Earth, I establish my heart by the Ten Thousand Dao Tree, I break the shackles of the Ancient Gods, I slay the injustices of the world!"

A low, hoarse voice, seemingly filled with endless power, rang out just like that.

"I declare my fate to Heaven and Earth, I establish my heart by the Ten Thousand Dao Tree, I break the shackles of the Ancient Gods, I slay the injustices of the world!"

"I declare my fate to Heaven and Earth, I establish..."

This voice became intermittent, at times becoming listless, at times becoming firm.

Like the divine thunder of the Nine Heavens, it suddenly exploded thoroughly from the depths of Lu Jianxia's heart, booming incessantly.

"Break the shackles of the Ancient Gods, slay the injustices of the world!"

The voice was magnificent!

Lu Jianxia's eyes widened, feeling that every word and every phrase was filled with an overwhelming momentum, heavily bombarding all of her senses.

She was inexplicably shocked, inexplicably enlightened.

So, you destroyed the Gong family, destroyed the Luo family, and executed Chen Youyi in front of the people of the Chen Clan.

Was it all because of this?

You are the son of the Universe Lord, infinitely noble, yet you still insist on breaking through the realms to rise; is it also because of this?

You want to break the shackles of the Ancient Gods; this is something that no powerhouse in the world dares to say.

You want to slay the injustices of the world, so in your eyes, the living beings of the Great Xia are people, and the living beings of the Five Clans are also people.

So, when you saw Chen Youyi harming living beings in such a way, you were willing to disregard everything to stand on the other side of the Chen Clan?

A stormy sea surged in Lu Jianxia's heart; she could no longer sit still.

She was noble in her heart, but that Bing Yi had repeatedly failed to recognize her good intentions, repeatedly making her appear as that self-righteous, lowly person.

Although she felt sympathy, she was also very angry.

But after Bing Yi said this sentence, it seemed that everything was changing.

She rose abruptly and flew toward the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree.

Beside her, Chen Qi and the others had slight changes in their expressions.

Chen Qi spoke coldly; it would soon be the time of Bing Yi's death.

Why should he care about these things?

"This is the first time I've seen the little princess of the Lu Clan like this," Chi Xun said with a smile, implying something.

"There is already a marriage contract, and Lu Jianxia clearly has good feelings for Bing Yi."

Ji Hai also spoke, glancing toward Chen Qi.

It was impossible for the Chen Clan to forgive Bing Yi; that Chen Qi did not personally execute Bing Yi, but instead applied for the Five Clans Law, was actually already quite restrained.

But this Five Clans Law was simply long-term torture for Bing Yi.

In any case, in the eyes of many, Bing Yi was truly miserable right now.

After his initial appearance, the Universe Lord had not shown himself again.

Inside the Ten Thousand Phases Divine Tree.

Lu Jianxia, however, was shocked.

Looking at the spiritual pool overflowing with precious Qi and the Myriad-Form Ants, she was stunned for a moment.

Her expression even turned somewhat unsightly.

So Bing Yi had been pretending all along, and had actually found a great fortuitous encounter long ago.

Lu Jianxia was a bit angry, but at this moment, she could not spare the effort to care about that much.

In her ears, Bing Yi's murmurs were still ringing out.

Facing the impending counterfeit of Chen Yan, even if Bing Yi had obtained a great fortuitous encounter, it seemed she had walked into a desperate situation.

Lu Jianxia did not intend to intervene; she only wanted to sense it from afar.

To sense exactly what state Bing Yi was in at this moment.

What kind of mindset could lead one to say such words that left her shocked and speechless?

She had seen too many heaven-gifted prodigies and refined scholars.

The culture of Luzhou almost crushed the Great Xia, yet no one had ever been able to say such things.

Words so bold and reckless, yet so revealing of terrifying pain.

To be able to say such things, Bing Yi must have embarked on an unimaginably difficult path.

Lu Jianxia was curious, that surging emotion of curiosity rising as if to the clouds.

She dove into the spiritual pool, gradually knitting her brows as she heard blurred gibberish.

As she continued to descend, those countless sounds of gibberish became clearer and more terrifying.

These were not sounds, but a soul attack that struck directly into the depths of the mind, carrying endless resentment.

Lu Jianxia's brows stood up, a sense of foreboding born in her heart, which made her movements become incredibly swift.

The gibberish grew more and more horrific, so horrific that at a certain point, her footsteps halted, and she actually dared not descend any further.

She clearly sensed intense danger, her expression changing again and again.

Could it be that Bing Yi was not despairing because of her own future at all?

But rather... facing these gibberish whispers?

She was still situated within the spiritual pool, continuously sensing.

Bing Yi couldn't possibly continue to sink further down, could she? The closer one got to the bottom, the more terrifying the gibberish became.

How did Bing Yi dare to do this?