Chapter 570: I am the Future, I am the Great Righteousness!

Roar!

A violent screech suddenly resounded.

The steward's body was seen expanding rapidly, instantly exploding into a massive mountain of flesh; immediately after, the mountain of flesh splashed out countless waves of meat, blocking Lu Cunyang and the others outside.

Over a dozen guards, led by a guard captain with a scarred face, appeared in formation beside the steward.

As a surging malice struck, Chen Yitong gave a low shout:

"Kill!"

Lu Cunyang, however, suddenly looked toward the highest level of the castle, where the castle master stood on the balcony with a gentle expression, smiling and gesturing to him.

The next moment, Lu Cunyang waved his hand.

"Respected guests," the steward, now transformed into a mountain of flesh, spoke:

"If guests wish to enter the castle where the castle master resides, they must possess Backfire Crystals; Backfire Crystals are a specialty of our Backfire Castle..."

"How do we obtain them?" Chen Yitong asked coldly.

"As long as you stay long enough and show us your friendship, that will suffice." The steward squeezed out a ferocious smile:

"Forcing your way in like this does not demonstrate your friendship."

Lu Cunyang nodded with a faint smile, then looked at the entire castle once more:

"I understand."

The group left.

But the expression on everyone's face had changed.

Now, they were certain that Chen Yan was inside this very castle.

A cold sneer appeared on the corner of Chen Yitong's mouth.

Now, even if Chen Yan could recover from his injuries, so what?

It was not just her who had to deal with Chen Yan now, but also a Lu Cunyang.

And there were those two members of the Yu Clan whose strength she was unsure of, as well as Chi Xuanxun from Chi Prefecture.

Upstairs in the castle.

Chen Yan was still recuperating from his injuries when the castle master knocked and entered:

"Respected honored guest, they... seem to have discovered that you are inside this castle.

In a while, they will be able to come here by relying on Backfire Crystals."

The castle master's face was filled with worry as he looked at Chen Yan.

He suddenly discovered that the malice within his own bedroom had suddenly become increasingly dense; though surprised, he still greedily breathed in the malice in the air.

"Is that so?" Chen Yan's expression was grim, and he immediately gave a bitter smile:

"That is why I prefer Ancient Divine Beasts, isn't it?"

The castle master gave a strange laugh, then left the room.

After a while, the castle master brought two Backfire Crystals.

"Respected guest, you have already..."

While the castle master was still speaking, Chen Yan grabbed the two Backfire Crystals and rushed into the forge.

Inside the forge, Chen Yan placed the two Backfire Crystals directly into the furnace.

Whoosh.

A blazing orange flame burned violently, burning even more intensely this time than the last.

Chen Yan threw the Ember Memory Spear into it.

Countless golden secret scripts rose within the flames, beginning to forge the Ember Memory Spear.

The Heavenly God Armor had already been suppressed, and along with it, the Ten Thousand Prison Nether Thunder within could not move.

The only thing Chen Yan could rely on now was the Ember Memory Spear.

But, was it only the Ember Memory Spear?

Chen Yan took a deep breath and this time thrust both hands directly into the flames.

Sss, sss, sss!

A piercing, excruciating pain struck instantly, as if ten million steel needles were stabbing into Chen Yan's nerve origin simultaneously.

Chen Yan's face turned pale instantly, yet he forced himself not to make a single sound.

Trails of golden secret scripts climbed up along Chen Yan's hands and arms, reaching all the way to his neck.

Sss!

Chen Yan withdrew his hands, and the next moment he collapsed to the ground, curled into a ball.

"My..." Chen Yan's face was deathly pale:

"Memories from when I was two years old were all pained out of me."

This time, he held on for seven seconds.

Seven seconds was already Chen Yan's limit.

One must know that Chen Yan's willpower was the greatest in the human world, yet he could only endure for seven seconds.

It was hard to imagine just how terrifying these Backfire Crystals were.

But the benefit was that all the malice within Chen Yan's arms had been cleared out.

Moreover, the moment Chen Yan entered the backfire, his Qi and blood, flesh and bone, and even his willpower seemed to be undergoing reinforcement.

There was also one greatest harvest.

Chen Yan looked at the Saint-Breaking Realm.

A 【Break】 character Saint-Breaking Fruit had ripened!

【Strength: 35/100

Blood: 12/100

Technique: 56/100

Physique: 106/100】

Logically speaking, one 【Strength】 Saint-Breaking Fruit paired with three 【Physique】 Saint-Breaking Fruits is the most perfect combination.

Although the 【Physique】 Saint-Breaking Fruit can condense True Dragon Dharma Images, these True Dragon Dharma Images are not perfect.

They only increased Chen Yan's defensive power, but not his strength.

But Chen Yan could not care about such things now.

The next moment, a 【Strength】 Saint-Breaking Fruit was swallowed into Chen Yan's belly.

Hum.

Chen Yan's physical body began to change, trending ever closer to perfection, as if forged by the Heavenly Lord himself; beyond the original four thousand eight hundred and sixty-five True Dragon Dharma Images, another five hundred True Dragon Dharma Images were born.

But these five hundred True Dragon Dharma Images only had their form, without their essence.

Even so, Chen Yan's physical defense had received no small improvement.

This is the Five-Clan Struggle.

Any random checkpoint is enough to forge a powerhouse beyond imagination.

The current ancestors of the Five Clans all emerged from the Five-Clan Struggle; they might only be at the Eighth Rank, but their own strength has long since transcended the Eighth Rank.

Chen Yan took a deep breath, and the next moment took out the Ember-Memory Spear.

Two Counter-Fire Crystals are not enough to make the Ember-Memory Spear a divine artifact, but they can allow Chen Yan's injuries to be largely restored.

Chen Yan drew the Ember-Memory Spear.

"Five seconds!" Chen Yan took a deep breath.

Ssh!

The Qi and blood within Chen Yan's body slowly overflowed and dissipated, turning into a shadow.

He looked at the Ember-Memory Spear.

"I am going to jump inside, you block me for five seconds!" Chen Yan handed the Ember-Memory Spear to the shadow.

"No matter what I say, do not believe it!"

Each shadow can only appear for fifteen minutes a day, but as long as the fifteen minutes are not used up, Chen Yan can summon it again.

The next instant.

With a boom.

Chen Yan jumped into the Counter-Fire himself.

He had stuck his hands inside and could only hold on for seven seconds; entering with his whole body, he might not even be able to last for one second.

The next moment.

With a ssh!

Chen Yan was about to jump out.

With a boom.

The shadow slashed out with the spear, the rolling spear soul instantly suppressing him, beating Chen Yan back into the fire.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Chen Yan roared, jumped out again, and was suppressed by the spear soul again.

It was only one second of time, yet Chen Yan felt as if he had spent a year.

"Let me out!" Chen Yan growled, and the next moment the shadow stopped suppressing him and raised the long spear.

Chen Yan's eyes were bloodshot; the shadow has no soul and is controlled by him at any time.

It is foolish for him to give instructions to the shadow.

Chen Yan's body left the Counter-Fire; he felt as if his physical body had been completely melted through.

Looking at the shadow that was about to pull him out of the Counter-Fire, Chen Yan gritted his teeth.

With a boom!

He controlled the shadow to beat himself back into the Counter-Fire again.

"Hahahaha!!!" Chen Yan laughed wildly.

"The great cause of the Five Clans, the future of the human race!"

"I, Chen Yan, am the one who deserves to die; I, Chen Yan, am the sinner who blocks the world!!!"

"Hahaha!"

"Kill me!"

His eyes widened, and his whole person burst into a shrill roar:

"If you can, then kill me!"

He endured unimaginable, endless pain.

"This General bears the hopes of billions and carries the heavy responsibility of the world!

If I cannot pass this trial of yours, how can I, Chen Yan, be called a Heavenly God General?"

"Hahaha!"

The next moment.

Chen Yan was picked out of the Counter-Fire by the shadow.

"Eight... eight seconds!"

Chen Yan's eyes were bright, lying on the ground:

"I, Chen Yan, am the center of the world's shifting tides; I, Chen Yan, am one without peer through the ages; I, Chen Yan, am the future; I, Chen Yan, am..."

He gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling as he let out a low roar:

"Righteousness!"

The Ember-Memory Spear was thrown back into the Counter-Fire.

Boom!

He slammed a fist into the floor.

Boom!

One punch!

Boom!

One punch!

Boom, boom, boom!

Pain does not vanish just because you have left the flames.

You will endure endless, excruciating agony like fire poison scorching your bones, suffering long-lasting torment.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

One minute later.

Sizzle, sizzle...

Bolts of pitch-black thunder, like an ocean, rose and fell, embracing the unable-to-speak Chen Yan and carrying him into the Fortress Master's room.

"Respected guest, you..." The Fortress Master looked at the state Chen Yan was in upon arrival, his expression shifting slightly:

"You look like you are about to die..."

With a boom.

Inside the room.

Chen Yan was covered in bloodstains from head to toe, and there was even a bloody hole where his heart was.

This injury was not brought upon Chen Yan by the Counter-Fire, but was inflicted by Chen Yan himself.

The purpose was to put the Fortress Master completely at ease.

He was failing; he was going to die.

Not only had he been heavily wounded by malice, but his physical body had also ended up in this state.

Outside, a group of Creation Realm experts from the Five Clans were out to kill him, and in two more hours, the Ancient God-Beasts within the Counter-Fire Fortress would also be able to strike at him.

His Divine Armor was suppressed, and he had no allies in his current situation.

He was fish on a chopping block.

Hum!

A golden-red Immortal Will ignited upon Chen Yan's body.

The wounds all over Chen Yan's body were smoothed over and healed by the will.

Everything seemed to be churning in silence.

Until.

Tap, tap, tap...

Lu Cunyang and the others slowly stepped onto the fortress where the Fortress Master resided.

"Respected guests," the Fortress Master smiled:

"Do you wish to use the Counter-Fire Crystals?"

A smile appeared at the corners of Lu Cunyang's mouth:

"My good friend, in which room is Chen Yan?"

The Fortress Master smiled:

"Apologies, I cannot disclose a guest's information."

The next moment.

With a boom.

That Creation Realm expert of the Yu Clan flicked a large hand, and explosive formation disks instantly spread out like an ocean, crazily filling the corridors in all directions.

In an instant, the Fortress Master looked toward one direction.

"Over there."

Lu Cunyang narrowed his eyes, spoke indifferently, and flew directly toward the direction the Fortress Master had just looked.

Whether it be human or Ancient God-Beast.

When a crisis erupts, they will instantly look at the thing they are most concerned about.

Chen Yitong, the Yu Clan Creation Realm expert Yu Ren, and Chi Zhou's Chi Xuanxun each had dangerous auras overflowing from their bodies as they followed behind Lu Cunyang.

Lu Cunyang's speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, he appeared before a room door.

Screech!

A sharp, shrill cry rang out, and a surging wave of malice suddenly blocked Lu Cunyang's path.

The Fortress Master bared his fangs, but quickly said gently:

"Guests, this is my bedroom; what are you doing in my bedroom?"

Lu Cunyang furrowed his brows:

"A peak Creation Realm Ancient God-Beast."

A look of disgust appeared in his eyes:

"The entire castle, one peak Creation Realm, four late-stage Creation Realm, twenty-one mid-stage Creation Realm, and thirty-five early-stage Creation Realm Ancient God Beasts."

The smile on the Castle Master's face remained.

"Do you know that the person you are protecting right now finds fighting Ancient God Beasts even simpler than fighting the likes of us?

He has a pure martial Dao suppression over Ancient God Beasts!"

Lu Cunyang gave a low shout.

The Castle Master's expression changed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment:

"But this is my bedroom. If you honored guests wish to go to the forge, I can take you there."

Lu Cunyang gave a low shout:

"Do you people not know how to save yourselves? If that Chen Yan recovers from his injuries, both you and I will die!"

"He is about to die now," the Castle Master whispered, then immediately laughed the next moment:

"What are you honored guests talking about? Peace and love are the common topics of Backfire Castle."

Lu Cunyang's expression was cold; he noticed the butler at the end of the corridor, flowing along the window into the hallway.

Above the window, the Captain of the Guard, the Scribe, and the Head Chef were each forcefully shoving their heads into the window, drooling as they stared at him greedily.

Their heads were squeezed one against another, almost shoving their own heads into the temples of the others, and their eyes were twitching as if they had epilepsy.

"Heh.

A bunch of filthy beasts; one day, I will melt all of you into one."

Lu Cunyang said to the Castle Master with a smile.

The Castle Master also nodded with a smile.

Lu Cunyang took a swig of wine and glanced at Chen Yitong and the others behind him:

"Wait right here.

Chen Yan has already been here for two hours; there are two more hours left before the Ancient God Beasts here all attack him."

He had previously performed a set of interrogation methods unique to Luzhou on a maid, and that maid had told him everything.

Coercing Ancient God Beasts is often more cruel and bloody than interrogating the human race.

Then, because she had leaked the rules of Backfire Castle, the maid was directly burned and melted by a pillar of fire that fell from the heavens.

Chen Yitong nodded:

"Two hours—he won't be able to turn the tables."

"Respected guest, do you wish to use the Backfire Furnace?" the Castle Master asked with a smile.

"Get lost," Lu Cunyang laughed, taking a swig of wine.

"Very well, respected guest." The Castle Master bowed slightly, but he still stood guard in front of the door and did not leave.

Lu Cunyang sighed, rubbed his brow, and looked at Chen Yitong and the others:

"The time has been pushed back. I feel something is wrong. Either you leave, or I will deal with Chen Yan alone."

"Are you looking down on us?" Chen Yitong said coldly:

"In two more hours, not only us, but the Ancient God Beasts of Backfire Castle will also deal with him. What are you worried about?"

Lu Cunyang closed his eyes, sat in the corner, and drank:

"I cannot see clearly, because the things I cannot see clearly are the most dangerous.

Old Chi, go and place a sealing array on Chen Yan's Divine Armor.

And Yuren."

He swept a glance, and Chi Xuanxun of the Chi Clan and Yuren of the Yu Clan left immediately.

Lu Cunyang tilted his head back and laughed:

"By the time I go back, the child in my great-granddaughter's womb will have already been born."

Chen Yitong was surprised:

"You have a great-granddaughter?"

"Otherwise? Who is like you, an old maid," Lu Cunyang chuckled, taking a swig of wine.

In an instant, Chen Yitong's face turned black.

Time passed slowly.

Minute by minute, second by second.

Until a certain moment.

The Castle Master, who was standing in front of the bedroom door, suddenly stood up and opened the door.

Creak...

The old wooden door let out a mournful sound, and the barrier between the inside and outside of the room slowly vanished.

Chen Yan, who was sitting cross-legged inside the room, slowly opened his eyes and met the gaze of Lu Cunyang, who was sitting in the corridor.

Lu Cunyang leaned his head against the wall and lit a cigarette with a 'snap'.

Beside him, Chen Yitong moved to strike, but was stopped by Lu Cunyang.

"These Ancient God Beasts won't let us attack him. They won't hurt us, but they will block us.

This is within the rules."

Lu Cunyang said indifferently, looking at Chen Yan with a smile:

"Everyone says you are the number one genius of the ages, and your little Sect Leader would hold the stage for you even if it meant death.

What is the point of hiding like this?

I look down on you."

Lu Cunyang exhaled a puff of smoke, revealing a trace of disdain.

Yet Chen Yan's expression remained calm, and he had not spoken the entire time.

Lu Cunyang cursed inwardly.

Provocation was the trashiest of tactics; it had absolutely no effect.

He steadied his focus and spoke:

"Chen Yan, the greatest talent of all time, you are the only one I have ever seen in my life, and there will never be another person like you again.

Come out; once the battle ends, I will apply to hold a Five-Clan State Funeral for you!"

Chen Yan did not speak, but the Fortress Master took out four Backfire Crystals, looking at Chen Yan with drool running from the corner of his mouth.

There was only one hour left.

One hour.

Chen Yan's physical body, including that Tier 8 Malice Crystal within Chen Yan's Origin Space, would all be his!

The Fortress Master licked his lips, bowed deeply toward Chen Yan, and then left.

The room door slowly closed.

Chen Yan looked at Lu Cunyang, who was still smoking, and spoke slowly:

"The true problem in the world lies with the current Lord Chen; he is not Chen Cheng. The real Chen Cheng is on Wanxiang Island, imprisoned by him as a Continent Bright."

As Chen Yan spoke, Lu Cunyang's eyes widened instantly.

"What are you saying!!!" Chen Yitong roared out.

Inside the room.

Chen Yan sat quietly in a cross-legged position.

He stored the four Backfire Crystals into his Origin Space, counting the time.

Only the final hour remained.

But he was blocked at the door by Lu Cunyang and could not get to the forging room at all.

Everything had been calculated to death by the other party.

Time passed slowly just like that.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

"Chen Yan is doomed to die!" Chen Yitong whispered fiercely:

"What is he spouting, what is he spouting?!"

She was about to be infuriated to death; Chen Yan's single sentence was enough to disturb everyone's hearts.

Just one sentence, as if it had exhausted all the secrets of the world.

At this moment.

A puzzle surrounding everyone was solved.

That was.

Why did the Lord of Will choose Chen Prefecture when he descended back then?

Lu Cunyang collapsed on the ground, laughing ha-ha, and kept pouring wine for himself.

Time passed just like that.

The fortieth minute.

The forty-fifth minute!

In the corridor, one by one, the ancient divine beasts of the fortress arrived; some clung to the ceiling, while others flowed along the edges of the bedroom door.

Sounds of swallowing saliva rang out one after another.

The forty-seventh minute!

The forty-eighth minute!

The forty-ninth minute!

The fiftieth minute!

Creak, the room door opened.

Chen Yan appeared before everyone.

Everything, completely laid out!