Chapter 510: Coordinates in the Long River of Time

Chen Yan's figure turned into lightning, charging into that terrifying cloud of malice.

Chen Yunyou, caught in deep shock, looked at Chen Yan's back, his entire being filled with disbelief.

He looked successively at Ji Chuxi, Chi Yuexi, and Lu Fukun, who had already been thoroughly suppressed.

He was still somewhat dazed.

Although Bing Yi had used an explosive array disc to defeat the three of them, being able to achieve this level of success alone was already terrifying enough.

These individuals were all the top-ranked talents of the first tier on the Five Clans Ranking.

Thinking back to when Bing Yi first arrived at Ten Thousand Phases Island, he was only in the third tier.

How much time had passed in total?

Five months of time.

In five months, how did Bing Yi grow to such a degree?

"My strength in the path of will was suppressed and could not be unleashed, otherwise..."

Chi Yuexi spoke in a low voice, as if explaining something.

But at this moment, the more she explained, the paler it sounded.

Chi Yuexi looked toward Ji Chuxi, only to see that the other party was actually playing dead, not moving at all.

Within the Five Clans.

Countless people were watching until their brains were oxygen-deprived.

Powerful!

Bing Yi brought everyone a feeling of extreme power.

Chi Yuexi and the others were all invincible prodigies revered by the masses within their respective clans; where had they ever been suppressed like this in a one-versus-many fight?

At this moment, Bing Yi was like an indescribable city wall, raising the world's perception of prodigies to a new concept once again.

"Between him and Chen Yan, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

"Is his aptitude the most similar to Chen Yan's?"

"I don't know, I feel like there are only two such prodigies in the world: one is Chen Yan, and the other is Bing Yi."

"But Bing Yi is still being restricted by the rules of malice, and even so, he can still suppress the other three prodigies..."

"How could two such prodigies appear in the world at the same time? I feel like he is Chen Yan."

"How is that possible? Chen Yan is still inside the Summer Lord God Temple."

"Absolutely impossible. Bing Yi and Chen Yan are peerless in the world in the path of blood-Qi and the path of physical tempering respectively; if the two were one person, I wouldn't even dare to imagine it."

…………

One voice after another rose up.

At this moment, countless living beings stared blankly at Bing Yi's back; some were nervous, as Bing Yi was still opening the path.

Some were shocked; Bing Yi was simply invincible.

Chen Prefecture.

"Has it been calculated?" the Chen Lord asked.

"System calculation: the probability that Bing Yi and Chen Yan are the same person is thirty percent..."

Boom.

The Chen Lord waved one hand, sending the reporting staff member flying away.

"The path of will, it's the path of will again; the system cannot calculate the path of will."

The Chen Lord's expression was dark.

All along, he had suspected that Bing Yi was Chen Yan.

Yet the calculation values of the Chen Clan System had always fluctuated.

Because of the path of will.

The path of will simulated by the system was terrifying to the extreme.

Especially Bing Yi's current performance, which made the evaluation of the path of will exceed all previous martial paths.

The system judged that anyone who entered the Immortal Will realm would be a peak prodigy.

For example, Chen Yan, Lu Xunyang, and Bing Yi.

These are the only three existences in the world to have entered the Immortal Will.

Each one is monstrous to the extreme.

Because of this, the probability that Bing Yi is Chen Yan could never be raised.

"But why should I care about that much?"

The Chen Lord's voice was icy:

"He is already approaching the Brocade Palace; he is already approaching Chen Yi's corpse."

The Chen Lord's expression was cold, his eyes deep, with visions of suns rising and moons setting seemingly flowing within them.

"Can he overcome the rules of malice? I don't know, but how can I pin all my hopes on the possibility of Bing Yi failing?"

"The first person to see Chen Yi's corpse and the object Chen Yi carried can only be someone from my Chen Clan!"

The Chen Lord sent a message:

"Since it is known that practicing the Blood Domain World-Reversal can overcome the gravity of the steps and enter the Brocade Palace.

Then create an independent research institute for Chen Yunyou to assist him in entering the Brocade Palace further!"

His voice was passed down.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Voices filled with reverence rang out one after another.

Roar!

A thousand-meter-tall Dharma Image of Will fought with a spear, constantly churning the malicious dark clouds high above in the sky.

The pitch-black clouds of malice were torn into fissures by the radiance of will, but this malice seemed endless, constantly gathering together.

Chen Yan stood in the high sky, under the gaze of hundreds of millions of people, standing before the clouds of malice.

The rules of malice were fundamentally different from the rules of Martial Dao.

The rules of Martial Dao were based on the human body, and Chen Yan himself belonged to a part of the rules of Martial Dao.

Chen Yan breaking the rules of Martial Dao was like breaking a barrier that existed from birth.

But the rules of malice were clearly not like this.

Within Chen Yan's body, there were no innate shackles; he wanted to turn death into life, yet the malice had come directly to obliterate him.

This was, on the contrary, a very good phenomenon.

Malice was not deeply rooted within the human body.

Malice was more like an outsider, rudely breaking the rules of the world and then overriding everything.

Chen Yan took a deep breath; no matter what, he had to face all of this thoroughly now.

This was the path that the Master of Martial Dao must tread.

"Bing Yi."

Lu Jianxia's voice rang out.

Chen Yan looked down; Lu Jianxia was in a green dress, like a green lotus blooming in the darkness.

Her red lips were slightly pursed, and her hair floated before her silver, moon-like eyes.

"Since you can maintain your own vitality with your will, logically speaking, there is no need to completely awaken all the vitality of your physical body."

Lu Jianxia gazed at the man standing before the evil chaos:

"Right?"

She did not understand it very clearly.

She did not understand the types of vitality or the situation of will and malice nearly as well as Bing Yi did.

But at this moment, she clearly perceived some other things.

Since Bing Yi could already maintain his consciousness with his will, why was there a need to completely turn back into a living being?

If Bing Yi did not insist on a complete resurrection, he would not need to face these terrifying rules of malice.

Chen Yan and Lu Jianxia looked at each other, and both were silent.

Lu Jianxia's beautiful brows drooped.

"I understand."

She murmured:

"You are truly incomprehensible."

She clenched her hands, her knuckles turning white; how could she tell someone willing to die for the Dao to give up on seeking the Dao?

If she said it, it would be painful for that person.

Just as it was for her now to not say such words of retention to Bing Yi.

If she did not say it, it was also painful for her.

Chen Yan quietly looked at Lu Jianxia, reading much from the other's eyes.

"Princess Jianxia, I lied to you," Chen Yan said.

"What?" Lu Jianxia exclaimed in surprise.

"Even things above dignity, I can read."

Lu Jianxia's body stiffened slightly, her curved willow brows like willow leaves just budding in the spring.

Chen Yan slowly turned around and looked at the clouds of malice once again.

At this moment, a name surfaced in Chen Yan's mind once again.

Zhou Lu.

He did not know why.

That was just someone who had long since died, a person who left no mark in history.

He did not know why.

It had been surfacing in the depths of Chen Yan's mind.

"Chen Yan, save me..."

In the past, that painful murmur seemed to ring in Chen Yan's ears once again.

That day, Chen Yan could not save Zhou Lu.

In the world, even a Ninth Rank could not save Zhou Lu.

This was the rule.

Today.

The Qingshan person, who had become an Ancient Divine Beast, launched a challenge against the rules of malice.

"Look, if our world didn't have these, how good would that be," Chen Yan gazed at the surrounding world, murmuring to himself.

In ten thousand years of Martial Dao, how many people would utter the same voice as he did today.

At this moment.

The young Master of Will said this sentence once again.

Yet the meaning had completely changed.

He said it for himself to hear, for the completely stunned Lu Jianxia to hear, and for this world to hear.

After Chen Yan finished speaking, he turned around the next moment, his ink-colored robes fluttering violently before the rolling malice.

The thousand-meter-tall divine body of will suddenly shrank, returning within Chen Yan's physical body.

Hum!

Golden-red flames intertwined, like burning fire, leaping and surging!

Brilliant to the extreme.

Subsequently, he took a step forward, and the dark clouds of malice that were swallowing toward him opened their great maw, with ten thousand strands of pitch-black mist staining Chen Yan's body like tentacles.

Hiss...

Billions of bizarre, gibbering whispers rang out just like that.

The sound transmitted, even though it was extremely blurred, still caused the people of the world to look terrified.

That sound seemed to be telling ancient and evil secret words; it was a terrifying murmur from another dimension that did not belong to the scope of human cognition.

Merely hearing it vaguely made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their whole body trembling.

And Bing Yi was facing all of this terror head-on.

Now, Bing Yi was completely wrapped and swallowed by the clouds of malice.

Chen Yan appeared within a cramped corridor, accompanied by indescribable whispers piercing deep into his mind, as endless darkness surged toward Chen Yan.

Chen Yan's expression finally showed a reaction.

At this moment, he found it difficult to even sense the existence of his own will.

He could not even sense the Saint-Breaking Tree.

He could not feel his Qi and blood either.

Why?

A sudden sense of emptiness enveloped Chen Yan.

Chen Yan walked within the pitch-black corridor, as if he were continuously walking into an abyss.

This place had no end, no temperature, and even those terrifying whispers had completely disappeared.

The concepts of time and space vanished quietly.

Chen Yan had no other choice but to keep walking toward the depths of the corridor of malice.

The darkness was like a giant beast waiting to devour people; It had already opened its giant maw toward you, yet it never bit down.

It just let you walk toward madness within this endless fear and abyss.

Is this the rule of malice?

Chen Yan kept walking forward, forgetting time.

Walking continuously, gradually, a chill from the bottom of his heart began to strike, and an inexplicable evil power began to pull at Chen Yan's consciousness like tentacles.

Chen Yan kept walking forward.

He did not know how long he had walked.

One day, two days...

Ten days.

One month.

This pitch-black corridor seemed to have absolutely no end, making it so that no matter how Chen Yan walked, he could not reach the finish line.

Chen Yan took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and once again tried to sense his own will.

Yet he was still unable to sense even a trace.

"Will does not exist within the rules of malice."

Chen Yan whispered in his heart.

If this place was the restriction the rules of malice had placed upon him, then why could he not sense his own will?

At this moment, Chen Yan perhaps needed to be terrified, perhaps needed to roar, perhaps needed to beg for mercy.

But he just walked quietly.

At this moment, he seemed to have truly become a mortal who could do nothing.

Malice had completely stripped away everything of his.

The flow of time in this place was also completely different from the outside world.

The outside world.

Ten days of time had passed.

The malice within the bodies of Lu Fukun and the other two had already disappeared.

Chen Yunyou had already climbed to the two hundred and sixty-seventh step of the Jinzhi Palace.

Everyone looked at the dark clouds of malice on the horizon from time to time; those dark clouds were still rolling.

But at this moment, it seemed as if everything had passed.

Bing Yi was gone and would not return, and along with that, that cluster of dark clouds of malice also showed signs of dissipating.

Chen Yunyou swept a glance over with indifferent eyes, then paid no more attention to it.

Within the world, voices regarding Bing Yi became increasingly silent.

Lu Jianxia watched blankly, until at a certain moment, she closed her eyes.

In her mind, that sentence Bing Yi had said before was still surfacing.

Inside the dark clouds of malice.

Until a certain moment, a series of sticky, viscous sounds suddenly echoed within the pitch-black corridor.

The two walls began to squirm, and clusters of massive, twisted, flesh-like objects appeared upon them, bulging out and coiling up like a nightmare.

Hiss!

Endless screeching rang out once more.

It transformed into a tangible sonic attack, corroding Chen Yan's physical body.

Chen Yan's arms and hands began to twist uncontrollably; he raised them, wanting to clutch his head tightly, and began to wail.

He saw the floor ahead suddenly begin to swell, and pitch-black, sticky, tumor-like growths appeared, constantly twisting and turning into human silhouettes.

Every one of them was in a posture of clutching their head and wailing, their faces completely twisted and deformed by extreme terror, and their charred, hollow eye sockets seemed to still retain the panic from before their deaths.

These withered corpses did not look like objects, but rather like the traces left behind when that evil power had forcibly torn their souls apart.

There were even two withered corpses huddled together; one could vaguely see that it was a withered female corpse, still holding onto her final breath, who had pulled the other into her embrace.

The other party was terrified, speaking in a language of "gibberish."

Chen Yan's brows furrowed slightly.

He could roughly guess that these withered corpses were all precursors who had once turned into Ancient Divine Beasts and harbored the delusion of reincarnating as humans.

Indeed.

In the ten thousand years of Martial Dao, the history of humanity being eroded by malice even predates the history of the existence of Martial Dao itself.

Over countless years, just how many Ancient Divine Beasts had wanted to reverse their forms and become human?

Even if the ratio was small, after accumulating over so many years, the number of these Ancient Divine Beasts would be terrifyingly high.

They had long since died, but those contorted bodies and wide-open mouths seemed to still be begging and trembling in fear.

Endless terror was set to completely crush their lives, both before and after death.

Malice had never truly appeared.

But at this moment, it was as if it were saying that Chen Yan would also eventually become like them, one of the withered corpses of silent terror in this place.

At the same time.

On the wall beside Chen Yan, cracks of varying sizes began to appear upon the bulging, flesh-like objects.

The next moment.

The sticky sound rang out once more.

The cracks opened, and countless eyeballs of varying sizes densely covered their surfaces.

It was as if it were an evil gaze from another dimension. The eyeballs occasionally turned in a bizarre fashion, just staring at Chen Yan like that, as if wanting to peer into Chen Yan's mind.

Chen Yan stepped forward, bypassing the twisted, prostrate withered corpses in front of him.

For some reason, he actually felt a faint sense of familiarity.

He could not say what it was.

He kept walking toward the front.

The flow of time in this place seemed to have become completely blurred.

Chen Yan also did not know what had happened in the outside world.

He was just walking slowly.

In the outside world, how many days had passed?

Chen Yan did not know.

Had the fourth Chen Yan imitation prepared by the Five Clans Law arrived or not?

Chen Yan did not know.

At this moment, Chen Yan could not even see his Martial Dao meridians clearly.

It seemed as if everything was being stripped away.

The malice wanted to eliminate everything about him.

Finally, at a certain moment, Chen Yan raised his hand to cover his own neck.

He was pondering whether this place was truly an illusion.

If not, why could he not feel the power of his own will?

If it were an illusion, did he have to commit suicide to walk out of it?

Chen Yan let go of his hand and continued forward.

If he were to die directly, perhaps that would be the true destruction of himself.

Something emerged in Chen Yan's mind, a very vague feeling.

The sticky, sliding sound was still echoing.

The wall squirmed, constantly drawing closer to Chen Yan, until at one moment, a gray eyeball the size of a washbasin was only one millimeter away from Chen Yan, quietly staring at his cheek.

And at this very moment, Chen Yan was instantly startled.

His physical body had long since died.

Then, the current him...

Was he not just his will?

He had been searching for the power of will, wanting to feel the other type of energy remaining within his body.

But he had not felt his Qi and blood, nor had he felt the Saint-Breaking Tree.

But thinking about it carefully, both Qi and blood and the Saint-Breaking Tree existed within his body.

And his only source of vitality now was his will!

His physical body was gone!

Chen Yan slowly turned his head to look at that dead-gray eyeball that had been about to press against his face.

The next moment, he headed back the way he came.

He passed through one after another of the desiccated corpses still silently roaring, his gaze sweeping over their faces filled with terror.

Until at one moment, he saw a different face.

Its mouth was wide open and the eyeballs had long since vanished, yet the expression on that face revealed a trace of relief.

"Thank you, Chen Yan."

It seemed as if it were saying these words.

Zhou Lu.