Chapter 702: I, born in accordance with Heaven, shaping the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, how can I be extinguished by a single t

"You have come."

Chen Changyuan watched Chen Yan at this moment with calm eyes, his pitch-black wings fluttering behind him, the human faces wailing and hissing as they condensed upon the wings each opening their mouths.

Pitch-black viscous fluid writhed at his fingertips, and Chen Changyuan stared at the malice surging in his palm.

They were more docile than ever, winding around his finger bones like a pack of submissive snakes.

"But you are late."

Chen Changyuan spoke silently, the scarlet patterns left behind by the Blood-Drawing Array still scorching the firmament, reflecting the clouds into festering wounds.

"Chen Yan, I am different now."

He spoke calmly:

"The Master of True Meaning has struck at me, yet he still failed to kill me; even the Master of Martial Dao failed."

He whispered, his tone never so calm, so indifferent.

A third compound eye between his brows suddenly opened, reflecting a shattered world within its myriad pupils.

"You have exhausted everything to stand before me; you are powerful, powerful enough to transcend the scope that the human race should possess.

But you are destined to fail."

He seemed to be stating a fact calmly, looking at Chen Yan with quite a bit of appreciation, while a trace of loneliness surfaced in the depths of his eyes.

"Chen Changyuan, are you a clone of the Master of Chen?" Chen Yan asked calmly, placing the dead giant beast in his hand into his own personal universe.

The air suddenly turned silent, and Chen Changyuan's movements paused for a split second.

Only the malice, thick as asphalt, flowing from his palm continued to drip down toward the earth.

"Chen Yan." Chen Changyuan laughed out loud:

"That is not the point; the point is that no matter how powerful you are, you have not followed the essence of this world."

He seemed to have seen through everything, scanning the heavens and earth.

"This world does not look at right or wrong, does not look at good or evil; the essence of its operation is malice devouring the human race.

The human race struggles, yet can never jump out of the cage; the martial dao of the human race can never eradicate malice."

He chuckled, looking at Chen Yan at this moment with great appreciation.

"You still haven't answered my question."

Chen Yan looked at Chen Changyuan with extreme calmness:

"Are you a clone of the Master of Chen?"

Just like Chen Changyuan's clone Yu Changsheng back then, the current Chen Changyuan was also like that existence who was still participating in the college entrance examination secret realm, wishing to become thoroughly powerful and break free from control before leaving the Chunzhen Yangjie.

This is reincarnation.

It is the essence of the human heart.

Whether it is Yu Changsheng, Chen Changyuan, or the Master of Chen, none could obediently let their own fate be controlled by others.

Even if the one controlling them is themselves.

This familiar feeling led Chen Yan to finally guess this much.

The smile on Chen Changyuan's face faded.

"Chen Yan, do you not care about yourself? You are going to die. You seem powerful, but you are as weak as fly ash that I could easily blow away, about to dissipate."

He looked at Chen Yan with pity:

"That Lu Jianxia, she only took one look, and she died."

He chuckled; a certain existence within his body had awakened.

It seemed it had already awakened from the very beginning.

Since his birth, it had followed him, influenced him, and educated him.

Once he discovered this fact, there was no more panic in his heart, no more anxiety of any kind.

He knew what kind of existence he was.

He knew why the Master of Will would say he was extremely special.

Until now, he truly looked at Chen Yan with pity:

"You perhaps do not know, but the Master of Will talked to me long ago."

Chen Changyuan did not answer Chen Yan's question.

Even as Chen Yan questioned him, he recalled the time he participated in the trial of the Time Domain Phoenix.

At the end of that courage assessment, the back he finally saw.

That back that had always remained in the depths of his heart.

The first time Chen Changyuan participated in the college entrance examination secret realm, he did not cross that back.

But his clone, Yu Changsheng, had crossed it.

He had been evolving, been growing stronger.

He could be wrong, wrong countless times, fail countless times, but in the end, he would succeed.

His life had been within a cage designed by others, but now, who said he could not walk out of the cage?

He had evolved!

"Chen Yan, are you disappointed? Your path of will has already reached the absolute peak of the human race.

But the Master of Will values me."

He looked on with contempt, with pity, even with sorrow.

"Chen……"

"So, you are indeed a clone of the Master of Chen." Chen Yan's voice suddenly sounded.

"Everything about you originates from him, right?"

Chen Yan stepped into the void, his eyes indifferent:

"One thousand years ago, the Chen Master, who should have become the Continent Bright, did not want to die, so he orchestrated the Ten Thousand Forms Island tragedy, causing the deaths of his own son, Chen Sheng, and daughter, Chen Yi.

He pointed all the blame toward Xia Weimin.

But the most critical issue lies in the fact that Chen Continent has been able to survive unscathed for a thousand years without a Continent Bright."

Chen Yan looked toward Qiong Tian:

"There is no other explanation; it can only be that the Ancient God Fanni, suppressed by Chen Continent, had long since awakened, but the other four parts of His body have been continuously suppressed by the other four clans, unable to fully awaken.

He made some kind of deal with the Chen Master.

The Chen Master possesses the aura of an Ancient God within his body, and as the Chen Master's avatar, you naturally also have the aura of the Ancient God Fanni.

If the Lord of Will chooses to descend upon Chen Continent, it will completely shatter the schemes of the Chen Master and the Ancient God Fanni.

That is why the Chen Master exterminated the Will Warriors and the millions of living beings chosen by the Lord of Will."

Chen Yan looked silently at the now-frozen Chen Changyuan with a scrutinizing gaze.

Silence.

The entire world was filled with that eccentric stillness at this moment.

Below, Xia Long, Yin Qingshuang, and the others had their expressions change wildly, their hearts trembling with terror.

That fear of the Ancient God, existing almost in the depths of their bloodlines, occupied their inner beings.

Even Xia Long closed his eyes at this moment.

Is Chen Changyuan an avatar of the Chen Master?

Perhaps, there really is that possibility.

Perhaps, the enemy the entire world faces has always been only one.

Silence, silence.

He stood quietly with lowered eyes, his expression calm, yet icy coldness like shards of ice congealed in the depths of his eyes, his lips pressed into a sharp line, the air pressure around him so low it seemed as if it would tear the air before him to shreds in the next second.

"Chen Yan..."

He whispered calmly:

"You are my strongest enemy, the one I admire most among billions of living beings, you are even my friend, my closest confidant.

But you..."

Chen Changyuan's expression trembled, as if he were parting with his most cherished treasure.

Even the veins at his temples were throbbing violently; the previous calm shattered instantly into a manic hurricane.

"Why did you have to interrupt?!"

Jia jia jia jia!!!

Billions of evil hisses suddenly resounded.

The pitch-black wings behind Chen Changyuan began to flap frantically, and the third eye at the center of his brow, a third eye formed by countless tiny eyes, suddenly stared toward Chen Yan.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The wailing of humans, the squirming sounds of pitch-black things, and the crazy moans of thousands of evil spirits sounding like copulation, completely merged into one at this moment and spread out.

This was a grotesque sound that did not belong to any known range of frequencies.

Some kind of more ancient malice was crawling through Chen Changyuan's spine, casting trembling shadows upon the real world like the projections of countless overlapping dimensions.

Endless malice spread frantically toward the four corners of the world.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Great Xia Creation Realm experts screamed out; their eyes widened as if they had seen some kind of existence they should not have looked directly at, their eyes shattering, blood splashing.

"What is this?!"

"Chen Changyuan!"

"Ancient God!!"

Screams rang out one after another; everyone's nerves were corroded by some kind of existence, and their consciousnesses began to descend into indescribable distortion and madness.

Chen Yan's eyes widened; at this moment, his gaze seemed to pierce into Chen Changyuan's body.

He saw some kind of existence that refused to be understood.

A pitch-black, colorful, massive, tiny, future, past, broken, complete, strange yet not strange existence.

In an instant, it was as if ten thousand sharp blades were stimulating Chen Yan's brain.

An excruciating pain that could not be described by pain arrived, and a distortion that could not be described by distortion arrived.

Everything of Chen Yan's was being stripped away, and everyone's cognition was being distorted at this moment.

Within Chen Yan's line of sight, Chen Changyuan was splitting into billions of contradictory split-bodies; he was cackling, he was proliferating, presenting countless erroneous states that could not be described.

Beside Chen Yan, the pure gold world rapidly contracted, residing deep within Chen Yan's mind to protect Chen Yan's own true self.

Break the Law!

Break the prison lock of the Ancient God!

Break all the rules of the world!

Chen Yan's cognition began to reshape itself, and the magnificent power of will stabilized his mind.

This was not his struggle at this moment.

It was the terrifying will accumulated through the day-to-day, minute-by-minute struggle of a person named Chen Yan that was saving the Chen Yan of this moment.

Is this the gaze of an Ancient God?

Chen Yan's eyes narrowed; Chen Yan looked in all directions, and the entire world produced countless overlapping images, flickering frantically.

Where the countless overlapping images converged, a terrifying crimson was about to swallow everything.

The world was emitting a high-frequency, shattering wail.

Somewhere in the distant sky.

The short-browed girl Wu stared fixedly, feeling the overwhelming terror deep within her heart.

"Yu, did you really see it?"

Wu growled in a low voice:

"How could Chen Yan possibly defeat a Chen Changyuan like this?!"

How is it possible?!

Wu clutched her head, her body trembling; she could feel herself being scanned by a form of perception that transcended the concept of vision.

Even though she was very, very far away.

Yet the tremors transmitted from that distant place filled her with intense dread.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!!!"

Wu began to wail:

"I shouldn't have used Rule Martial Arts to erase our reverence for you, I shouldn't have, I was wrong!

I shouldn't have schemed against Chen Changyuan, I shouldn't have..."

She collapsed onto the ground and began to wail.

At this moment, Yu's voice did not sound.

Only the sound of rapid breathing swept past like the wind in the sky.

He had seen this scene on the future timeline.

However, when he felt it personally, he could not speak, could not offer any judgment.

Terror, terror, indescribable terror.

Ya ya ya ya!!!

The gale turned into wailing, and the crumbling world turned into screams.

The entire Pure True Yang Realm within the Shi Meng Mo began to tremble crazily.

Outside.

The endless pitch-black began to contract, and even began to shudder.

Lu Xunyang narrowed his eyes, his endless power of will probing into that pitch-black darkness.

Immediately, his expression changed wildly.

"What are you doing?!"

He growled, wanting to continue pressing forward, but countless one-eyed Ancient Divine Beasts appeared before him.

Chi Mi, Chi Mi, it was all Chi Mi.

Lu Xunyang looked up.

That shattered Blood Yang Embryo stood quietly in the blood-red sky.

The infant within the embryo opened its eyes, its crimson pupils locking gazes with him.

"Damn it!"

Endless fury erupted in Lu Xunyang's eyes.

He had actually sensed the aura of an Ancient God.

Some kind of malice that transcended scale was being born within the Shi Meng Mo.

What is that?

Can Chen Yan and the others hold on?

If they cannot hold on, then all the efforts he made in the outside world would be in vain.

Lu Xunyang's expression turned ferocious.

…………

Inside the Purple Universe World-Stabilizing Mirror.

Eclipse Moon Blood Sea.

Countless broken eyeballs dripped down from the high sky.

That massive blood moon, composed of countless eyeballs, was already shattered and dilapidated.

Within it.

Zong Huang was covered in blood, his physical body covered in countless patches of pitch-black rotting flesh corroded by malice; he walked step by step along the edge of a pool overflowing with pitch-black malice.

Jia!!!

One hideous eyeball after another suddenly attacked.

Zong Huang pressed his palms together, and a golden Dharma form appeared behind him, the Dharma form possessing a thousand hands.

Suddenly, the golden Buddha opened its eyes, and over a thousand palms struck out crazily.

Boom boom boom!!!

One eyeball after another was blasted apart by the thousand hands.

Zong Huang's eyes were cold and stern; he could already vaguely see a figure sitting cross-legged on the other side of the pool.

It was also at this moment.

Endless malice suddenly erupted from that figure, and the twisted phenomenon completely suppressed Zong Huang.

"What is going on?" Zong Huang's body stiffened, his flesh and blood began to rot rapidly, yet his feet continued to walk step by step toward that figure.

His flesh and blood began to scatter, and shock flickered within his eyes.

"Is this the aura of an Ancient God?"

"But I, Zong Huang, have been in the Ancient God Forbidden Land for so many years; I am not someone who can be suppressed by malice so easily."

…………

Inside the Ancient War Palace.

The white-haired old man cast a glance toward the boundless land.

"Fanni..." His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, as if he were recalling the past at this very moment.

Back then, he had felt the presence of that indescribable Ancient God for the first time.

He was terrified, bewildered, and had lost everything.

Now, Chen Yan had also encountered what he had encountered back then.

He watched calmly.

He did not know how that young Martial Dao Master would choose.

…………

Pure True Yang Realm.

High above in the sky.

Chen Changyuan looked down quietly; everyone was wailing and screaming in agony.

He watched quietly:

"As expected, I am already in a dimension completely different from yours."

A touch of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

He did not make a move; the suppression from a certain existence within his body was enough to suppress everything without the slightest effort.

This feeling was something outsiders could not understand.

"Chen Yan, why did you not let me finish what I was saying?" Chen Changyuan murmured, looking toward where Chen Yan was.

"You..."

He was in the middle of speaking.

Slap!

A hand suddenly covered his face.

Carrying a force, Chen Changyuan's ferocious eyes were revealed through the gaps between the fingers, filled with disbelief and incredulity.

Hum!!!

A brilliant golden-red light suddenly erupted from this hand, endless, like the dawn tearing through the eternal night.

"Are you very strong?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Chen Yan's five fingers sank deeply into Chen Changyuan's face, and from every gap between his fingers, blazing fires of will erupted, scorching those wriggling pitch-black viscous fluids.

He had walked here step by step, and he had witnessed all kinds of malice step by step.

If he were to be defeated by a single gaze from the aura of an Ancient God.

Then what face would he have to face his former self?

Within the heaven and earth in all directions, the sound of burning suddenly rang out.

"This general was born in response to Heaven, shaping the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers; how could I be annihilated by a single thought of malice?"