Chapter 475: Promising You a Future Great Age

The twentieth day.

"First echelon, fourth rank, Lu Zhou's Lu Fukun enters the Will Martial Dao!"

"First echelon, second rank, Ji Chuxi, enters the Will Martial Dao!

Second echelon, first rank, Lu Fuguang enters the Will Martial Dao!"

On this day, three heaven-gifted geniuses entered the Will Martial Dao all at once.

They came from Ji Province and Lu Province respectively.

Ji Haiyi and Lu Jianxia both revealed smiles.

"The geniuses of the first echelon all have sufficiently powerful Will power; with continued tempering, perhaps they can advance even further on the path of Will," Chi Xun laughed.

Chen Qi's expression darkened.

Currently, those with the most hope of awakening the Will Martial Dao were the geniuses of the first echelon.

Yet, the first echelon's first rank, Chen Yunyou, had been slow to enter.

The higher one reached, the more terrifying the strength bonus from the path of Will became.

Chen Yunyou had clearly entered briefly before, but had suffered too much damage within the River of Malice and had fallen in realm once again.

Chen Qi puffed out his beard.

Was it impossible to enter the Will Martial Dao again after falling out of it?

During this period, Chen Yunyou had been tempering his own Will as if his life depended on it.

"If Bing Yi hadn't mocked him back then, why would Yunyou have fainted outright and suffered damage to his Will!"

Chen Qi gave a low huff, and the killing intent in the depths of his eyes surfaced once more.

"To blame everything on Bing Yi—isn't it the case that Chen Yunyou was the one who insisted on forcing Bing Yi to his death?" Lu Jianxia spoke indifferently.

Chen Qi remained silent.

It was precisely at this moment.

Below, the door to the cultivation room opened.

Almost in an instant, the four powerhouses high above all looked downward.

Chen Yan emerged from seclusion, his aura restrained, as if there were no changes at all.

But having killed Chen Hong, how could he not have grown stronger?

Chen Qi closed his eyes, ignoring him further.

Lu Jianxia lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

From beginning to end, Bing Yi had never shown her any goodwill.

Even though both knew they were to be married in the future, Bing Yi had made it very clear that it was only for outsiders to see.

"Princess Jianxia, may we speak below."

Chen Yan spoke, looking toward the high sky.

Lu Jianxia's lowered head lifted slightly, her hair falling like a curtain, her hands intertwined, and then she nodded.

Entering the cultivation room.

"You sought me out, what is the matter?" Lu Jianxia looked at Chen Yan, her pair of silver eyes very calm.

Chen Yan bowed slightly:

"Many thanks to Princess Jianxia for your many rescues previously."

As these words from Chen Yan fell, Lu Jianxia's eyes widened suddenly, as if a stone had been cast into them, causing layers of ripples, but they quickly returned to their original state.

"You need not mind it; the Lu-Yu Allian... ce requires the contribution of both you and me." She gave a slight, bitter smile:

"Besides, I didn't help you with anything; you saved yourself."

"No." Chen Yan shook his head:

"The grace of Princess Jianxia is something Bing Yi cannot repay."

He bowed again.

He did not wish to owe others, but regarding Lu Jianxia, his feelings were becoming increasingly complex, and the future was destined to become unpleasant.

Lu Jianxia's fingers trembled slightly, and she said softly:

"Do not... overthink it."

"I won't." Chen Yan laughed:

"In the future, I, Bing Yi, will certainly repay this favor."

"It is not needed." Lu Jianxia spoke immediately.

"It certainly will be," Chen Yan said softly:

"Bing Yi never owes anyone."

"Never..." Lu Jianxia's expression froze:

"You..."

She wanted to speak but stopped, just looking at Bing Yi like this:

"Has anyone ever told you..."

"What?" Chen Yan asked.

"Nothing." Lu Jianxia shook her head slightly, her pair of silver eyes appraising the man before her:

"How do you intend to repay me?"

Her voice actually carried a trace of imperceptible playfulness.

The man wearing a white mask, dressed in black, bowed slightly:

"Princess Jianxia has the world at heart; it was I who misunderstood previously."

Lu Jianxia pursed her lips and turned to leave.

A man's voice came from behind her.

"Then I shall return a future world to you."

As his voice fell, Lu Jianxia's gaze froze for a moment, her thoughts inevitably drifting into chaos; she turned around abruptly and looked at the man before her:

"You..."

After a moment of surprise, a smile appeared on her face, like a pool of spring water, bright and clear.

Chen Yan was silent; this was also the ambition in his heart.

"Bing Yi, you..." Lu Jianxia bit her red lips slightly, and in the end, she smiled:

"Then I shall await the good news."

She wanted to say something, but did not know how to say it, so she simply turned around:

"Then I will be going now."

"Princess Jianxia," Chen Yan spoke up.

"What, is there something else you want to do?" Lu Jianxia's eyes flickered.

"Could you please erase the sound-transmission array disk on me?" Chen Yan smiled.

Lu Jianxia was startled:

"So you had discovered it long ago; no wonder it was always filled with chaotic thunderous noises before."

Her voice carried a hint of resentment, and with a wave of her hand, the sound-transmission array disk on Chen Yan vanished.

As she was about to leave, she said:

"It was indeed my miscalculation; the reason this communication array disk was created was because I was worried you were Chen Yan.

I don't know why, but you are too brilliant and talented, making me think of that one from the Great Xia, but how could that be possible?"

She said with extreme seriousness:

"Speak my fate to Heaven and Earth, establish my heart with the Ten Thousand Daos Tree, break the shackles of the Ancient Gods, and slay the injustice of the world!"

She murmured, reciting this sentence, her thoughts drifting back to the scene when Bing Yi faced the millions of wronged souls back then.

"The next imitation will definitely not be your match.

Because, Chen Yan is not as good as you."

…………

After Lu Jianxia left, Chen Yan also moved away from the Ten Thousand Aspects Divine Tree.

【Saint-Breaking Tree (Level 9): /】

This was the current progress of the Saint-Breaking Tree.

The main reason was that when Chen Yan absorbed the 【Store】 Saint-Breaking Fruit, he could not generate other Saint-Breaking Fruits.

It looked like a bit of a waste.

After all, most of the energy within the 【Store】 Saint-Breaking Fruit came from the Ten Thousand Aspects Spirit Liquid.

And if Chen Yan had absorbed the body-tempering energy within the Ten Thousand Aspects Spirit Liquid directly, he would certainly have been able to generate the 【Strength】 and 【Body】 Saint-Breaking Fruits.

However, regret was useless.

After all, at the time, Chen Yan simply had no extra time.

Chen Yan also benefited greatly from this cultivation.

Horizontal Refining Path: one hundred and thirty-three True Dragon Dharma Images.

The eighty-eight 【Store】 Saint-Breaking Fruits were just enough to generate eighty-eight True Dragon Dharma Images.

Blood Qi Path: two hundred and six True Essence Dharma Images.

And the Elemental Path; for such a long time, the Ten Thousand Prisons Nether Thunder had not been idle.

It had actually promoted itself directly to the Sun-Level Grade D.

Chen Yan kept "shearing the sheep."

Both the Yin-Zhe Blood Qi and the Xun-Thunder Blood Qi had reached the peak of Bright Moon-Level Grade A.

But it seemed to be still a long way from the Sun-Level.

There was an impassable chasm between the Sun and the Bright Moon.

Deep within that entire river of malice, even the Ten Thousand Prisons Nether Thunder could no longer go; the malice was too intense.

However, Chen Yan did not intend to go directly into the river of malice to investigate.

By observing the ends of the martial paths of several first-tier geniuses who had recently entered the Will Martial Path, he had discovered a very good place.

Walking continuously toward the north, Chen Yan bypassed the river of malice directly.

Strictly speaking, the place where Chen Yan had been before was the outer perimeter of the Ten Thousand Aspects Island, while the inner city was within this moat.

Thick, ink-like black fog, like an airtight curtain of death, tightly wrapped this once-glorious great city within it.

Chen Yan stepped over a dilapidated bridge that had been eroded beyond recognition by malice and walked into the inner city.

Filthy malice filled every corner of the world; even those in the Creation Realm would find it difficult to enter this place.

In the sky, strange illusions began to fall.

There were headless human corpses, or tangled intestines, or all sorts of indescribable, inexplicable things.

Countless whispers began to linger in Chen Yan's mind.

The danger of this place was enough to make an ordinary Fifth-Order struggle to move, and a Sixth-Order could not survive for a day.

Wrapped in the pitch-black, filthy fog of malice.

The once-straight streets were now full of collapsed building debris, with broken walls and ruins interlocking like dog teeth.

Broken bricks and stones were scattered everywhere, some with their outlines blurred by the black fog of malice.

A roar.

From within the long-since dilapidated earth, a long worm suddenly lunged out, formed from the adhesion of human heads with eyes wide open in death, and in an instant, it struck toward Chen Yan.

Chen Yan thrust his spear out, and the moment his Qi and blood erupted, they were corroded by the malice, causing even the ice spear to become incomparably tattered.

Yet even tattered, it was still filled with the power to obliterate this Fifth-Rank Ancient God Beast.

Boom.

The human-headed worm exploded into pieces.

Chen Yan furrowed his brows; this was only a Fifth-Rank Ancient God Beast, yet it gave him a feeling that should only exist in a Sixth-Rank one.

In this environment, Chen Yan's strength was greatly diminished.

Immediately, Chen Yan's figure flashed, and he rushed into a broken house, concealing his own aura.

On the tips of Lu Fukun's veins, he had seen the figure of Chen Changyuan, not far from him.

Sure enough, before long, a black shadow flew past.

Chen Changyuan moved like a stream of light, flying toward another location, not noticing Chen Yan.

Chen Yan frowned; Chen Changyuan's strength did not seem to have weakened much.

He had sensed it before; there was a violent malice within the other party's body.

Perhaps it was that malice that allowed the other party to be like a fish in water within the World of Malice.

Chen Yan himself possessed Bright Moon-Grade C protective patterns, which could conceal him.

This caused Chen Changyuan to overlook him.

But even if he were seen, Chen Yan was not worried; he could erupt with the power of the Path of Will.

The Path of Will specifically counters malice.

The only thing Chen Yan could not be sure of was just how powerful that malice within Chen Changyuan's body truly was.

Chen Yan walked out of the broken house and headed straight toward a certain place.

Previously, he had seen something that moved his heart on the tips of the veins.

【Calamity Corpse Thousand Shadow Kill】!

However, it was very difficult to obtain.

Chen Yan walked into an ancient building that had been completely worn down by malice until it was unrecognizable.

Along the deep corridor, Chen Yan saw a person sitting cross-legged in the hallway.

That person saw Chen Yan arrive and was also surprised, then spoke:

"Ice Intent, Eighth Rank, you are qualified."

This person wore a suit of cyan battle armor, which still had traces of being corroded by malice, and their complexion was not very good at the moment.

First Echelon, Fifth Rank, Ji Xiaomao.

"Do you know the rules of this place?"

"I don't, but I want to try," Chen Yan said.

Ji Xiaomao's brows lifted slightly:

"This is getting interesting. Chen Changyuan, come over here!"

Ji Xiaomao's voice was transmitted out, but the voice that could originally travel a thousand miles was strongly corroded by the malice, and it could only travel less than ten miles.

The next moment.

A hum.

A sword light emerged from the corridor, and Chen Changyuan, in ink-colored robes, appeared within the thick black fog of malice.

"Waited for a month, finally the people are gathered," Ji Xiaomao said: "Just like you and me, there are those who are not afraid of death."

Chen Changyuan's expression was calm; he swept a glance at Chen Yan, and the next moment he attacked instantly, one hand reaching out, wanting to tear off Chen Yan's mask.

Boom!

A long spear appeared in Chen Yan's hand, and he blasted it out with one strike.

Crack!

Thunder, ice, and sword light exploded throughout the corridor.

Waves of Qi surged.

It was the first time Chen Changyuan and Chen Yan had exchanged blows.

The next moment.

The two stopped simultaneously.

This was only a probe; Chen Changyuan's heart sank, but his expression remained cold as he stood in place.

"Boring," Ji Xiaomao said, sweeping a glance at Chen Yan:

"Your cultivation speed..."

He stopped speaking and immediately walked to a dilapidated wooden door, knocking on it.

"Please enter," a low and hoarse voice sounded from within the room, and a malice that had reached an extreme intensity instantly lunged out from within that room.