Chapter 705: For the Sun!

In an instant, a continuous aura of life and death enveloped Chen Yan, seeking to sever the connection between this body and Chen Yan's true self.

Lu Xunyang had already made his decision, which was to command Chen Yan to return.

Abandon everyone else, and save Chen Yan alone.

He had no other choice.

At this moment, within the entire Yunxin Valley, a valley already shattered beyond repair.

A scene of desolation.

No one spoke; they looked at Chen Yan.

"Heavenly God General, already written into immortality, already reached the pinnacle!"

"Chen Yan, leave this place, don't drag us down anymore." Ke Qingxuan smiled, saying something silently to Chen Yan.

The final words melted into the wind, heard by no one.

"Chen Yan, for my sake, find an opportunity to extract the Imperial Calamity from my daughter's body; she is only eight years old." Xia Long spoke in a heavy voice, letting out a miserable laugh.

"Chen Yan, why did you have to kill Shi Ziqin, why?"

Zhang Ting, who had been silent all along, erupted, roaring wildly as he completely vented the resentment in his heart:

"You could have suppressed her, you could have severely wounded her, but why did you have to kill her?

She was wrong, she was indeed wrong, but couldn't you have handled it more gently..."

He had endured for a long time; this was the eternal anger buried in his heart.

The day Shi Ziqin died, he lost the last of something.

Did he do something wrong?

It was the world forcing him, it was Xia Hanzhou forcing him.

He was forced, he was the sacrifice.

But why did the world have to treat him this way, making him an existence that everyone looked down upon?

He roared, looking at Lu Xunyang:

"Master, this disciple is unfilial, this disciple is unfilial!"

Lu Xunyang said nothing, sorrow and complexity appearing in his eyes.

"You have suffered, Little Ting."

Chirp!!!

On his shoulder, the red-eyed infant suddenly shrieked, and terrifying malice gnawed toward Lu Xunyang.

Endless force erupted from within Lu Xunyang's body, simultaneously blasting toward the infant.

Crack, crack, crack!!!

The red-eyed infant's physical body began to shatter and tear, pitch-black blood spraying wildly.

The two had already collided billions of times in an instant.

At this moment, Chen Yan's aura was withered, his head hanging low, but his eyes were calm.

Chirp...

A low, murmuring sound exploded in his mind.

Within the entire world, it felt as if countless gazes were locked onto him.

It was the Shi Meng Mo, seemingly grinning, mocking him.

In the end, Chen Yan had still lost.

He was going to leave.

Yet Xia Long and the others were to remain forever; what could be left for them other than death?

Then, what had Chen Yan's struggle all this time amounted to?

At the same time.

Countless powerful forces struck, as if the entire world were pulling at him, like tens of thousands of hands tugging at Chen Yan.

This was the entire Pure True Yang Realm pulling on him.

Chen Yan still held half of the Ancient God aura within his body; this was what the Shi Meng Mo needed to obtain, and it would not let Chen Yan leave.

High above, Lu Xunyang's expression grew increasingly grim, and the withered patches on his physical body grew more numerous.

The evil spirits transformed into endless pitch-black darkness, devouring every part of his body.

Crack, crack, crack!!!

Blood burst from his body, scattering across the vault of heaven.

His single eye flashed; in an instant, endless force intertwined in the firmament, stunning the heavens and earth.

Chirp!!!

An increasingly piercing buzzing sound resounded through heaven and earth.

The expressions of Xia Long and the others grew increasingly grim.

A flash of confusion, however, crossed Chen Yan's eyes.

It was as if something was tugging at his nerves.

What was it?

He looked toward the Martial Dao pathways.

Zong Huang and the others had already slaughtered their way into the Moon-Erosion Blood Sea to find Chen Changyuan's true self, and Chen Yu was still inside the Magnetic Storm Thunder Prison crafting array disks.

Everything seemed exactly as Chen Yan had arranged.

The next moment.

"Kill!!!"

A roar of extreme fury resounded.

Lu Xunyang unleashed an endless river of force, shattering the heavens and earth for tens of thousands of miles around.

Everything was being torn apart.

Yet in the very next instant.

Hum!

His body suddenly vanished from within the Pure True Yang Realm.

The Underworld Nightmare Beast and the Shi Meng Mo both erupted with all their power, casting him out of the Pure True Yang Realm.

"Failed..."

Xia Long closed his eyes; Chen Yan had ultimately been left behind in this world.

"The Non-Heaven Divine General is defeated, it's just unexpected that there were two top-tier Ancient God Beasts..."

Zhang Chao gave a bitter smile.

Ke Qingxuan's nose stung, and she lowered her head.

Splash!!!

Above the firmament, a crimson color suddenly condensed and spilled outward.

Countless streams of pitch-black malice, like asphalt, flowed from the cracks in the firmament, slowly wrapping toward the half of the Ancient God aura in the high sky.

The Shi Meng Mo began to devour that half of the Ancient God aura.

"Chen Yan, Chen Yan, Chen Yan, Chen Yan..."

Within the Ancient God aura, frantic whispers resounded and seethed.

It seemed to be the final remnant soul of Chen Changyuan, who had already lost his sanity.

The other party was like a vessel for the Ancient God aura, having long since lost any value; as they waited for the Shi Meng Mo to devour them, the last remnants of Chen Changyuan in heaven and earth would also vanish.

Even if it was only half of the Ancient God aura.

It was enough for the Shi Meng Mo to grow into an unimaginable Ancient God Beast.

By then, not only Chen Yan and the others, but even Lu Xunyang would be unable to withstand it.

And Chen Yan was the Shi Meng Mo's other target.

Countless streams of pitch-black slime dripped down toward Chen Yan.

Chen Yan waved one hand, and the Immortal Will, newly generated during the brief respite, drove away the pitch-black slime dripping from above.

If the Shi Meng Mo wanted to devour Chen Yan, it would still need to expend some effort.

The confrontation with Lu Xunyang just now had likely exhausted most of its strength.

But if the Shi Meng Mo recovered, only a dead end remained for Chen Yan and the others.

How much time did the other party need to recover?

Ten minutes?

Or half an hour?

Or perhaps an hour.

Everyone looked at each other, all seeing the resolve to die in the other's eyes.

Rumble!!!

Ten thousand miles away, centered on the group, the torn firmament flowed with pitch-black slime, forging four airtight high walls.

The high walls reached from the earth to the sky, intending to trap everyone here to their deaths.

Everyone watched this scene, their expressions shifting and growing increasingly somber.

"So be it..."

Xia Long sighed at length:

"We have not yet died; if we are destined to die in battle here, we have never held back."

Zhang Ting fell silent; he had just unleashed all the dissatisfaction in his heart toward Chen Yan.

But Chen Yan had actually not left.

Embarrassing?

He was stunned and lost in thought, looking at this world that was like a purgatory, and suddenly laughed.

"Human race, human race..."

"Hahahaha, it is not my wish, but truly my fate..."

"To be able to go to the battlefield with the Divine General is enough for me."

Voices rang out one after another.

Compared to the outside world, the Pure True Yang Realm was a hell, a sea of fire.

To have walked this far in such a demonic place had already transcended all imagination.

They marveled at Chen Yan's talent, yet were indignant that they had encountered too many difficulties.

Too many.

Chen Yan was not yet at the Eighth Rank, yet he was at war with the world's most peak Ancient God Beast.

"Hee hee hee hee hee..."

Suddenly, sounds of mockery rang out.

They traveled from the heavens and earth in all directions.

That was a human-like mockery.

The pitch-black high walls, stretching ten thousand miles across, towered over the world, with wailing human faces rolling upon them, roaring, screaming, and constantly seething.

The Shi Meng Mo, as an Ancient God Beast, was actually conveying its disdain in a way that Chen Yan and the others could understand.

The crowd is like trapped beasts, eventually destined to die in this place.

There is no leaving now.

Somewhere far away.

Shen Yiwu and Lu Jianxia, who were still flying toward Chen Yan, were blocked by a pitch-black high wall.

Shen Yiwu's complexion was ugly to the extreme.

He suddenly lifted his head, as if something were stuck in his heart, difficult to express.

Lu Jianxia's eyes slowly closed, and sadness emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Sadness.

It seemed as if something else was about to leave her.

The place surrounded by the pitch-black high wall.

Chen Yan lowered his eyes and stroked his head; a series of sharp pains made him astonished.

A force, a force that seemed to be within his bloodline, was pulling at him.

He slowly lifted his feet and walked toward a certain direction.

Walking above the shattered earth, he did not say a word.

Sadness.

A feeling of sadness washed over him.

His nerves began to twitch, and his brain began to vibrate.

He walked slowly, and intense worry actually emerged in the depths of his eyes.

A voice sounded in his mind.

He walked calmly, ignoring the half of the Ancient God aura that had begun to be devoured by the Shi Meng Mo, and ignoring the mocking sounds coming from all directions.

He left the crowd with a view of his back and walked toward a certain place.

Then, his speed became faster and faster.

Someone followed him.

It was a woman named Ke Qingxuan.

That woman's gaze remained locked behind him, following him without ever being very far away.

She did not know what he was going to do, but she just followed like this.

Xia Long and the others looked at each other, not knowing what changes had occurred in Chen Yan at this moment.

It seemed as if he were completely different.

Chen Yan should not be someone who would sink into despair just because of a setback.

Yet Chen Yan's complexion began to turn pale.

Voices sounded one after another in his mind.

They became clearer and clearer, more and more familiar.

Whose words were those?

"Judgment: Chen Yan is harboring hostility toward himself."

"Judgment: Chen Yan has not perceived any anomalies."

"Judgment: Chen Yan's consciousness has returned; he is only aware of the control array disk Chen Yu made for him and the actions of Zong Huang and the others."

This voice sounded suddenly.

Chen Yan stood stunned on the spot.

"Judgment: Chen Yan can only see at the end of the threads that his younger sister, Chen Yu, has been making array disks."

His expression changed.

"I have finally figured out who the person calculating against me is."

He spoke in a desolate manner, carrying a sense of urgency.

"Who is it?"

Behind him, Ke Qingxuan asked.

Everyone looked at Chen Yan, listening quietly.

"It is myself," Chen Yan said silently:

"I deceived myself, modified my own cognition, and let this chess piece of mine do everything a chess piece was supposed to do."

His voice was calm, carrying complexity.

Yet Chen Yan himself had been vigilant against Yu He Wu, vigilant against Chen Changyuan, and vigilant against the Shi Meng Mo.

But he alone had miscalculated himself.

Even though Chen Yan's cognition had been modified by himself, he still perceived the anomaly.

He still thought of different solutions.

But, where is Chen Yu?

Chen Yu is only at the Sixth Rank.

Even if she is a one-in-a-billion array genius, she is only at the Sixth Rank.

Just now, Chen Changyuan unleashed the Blood-Drawing Array, consuming the entire world.

Can the Sixth Rank Chen Yu withstand it?

Chen Yan's complexion became increasingly ugly and increasingly heavy.

His speed became faster and faster, like a stream of light streaking across the high sky.

Finally, he paused above a certain piece of shattered earth.

He descended slowly, the waves of Qi peeling back the ruined surface, the power of True Martial controlling all the rubble to hover in the air.

He descended slowly.

Gradually opening his mouth.

"Xiaoyu." Chen Yan spoke.

Everyone arrived, standing high in the sky, gazing down, gazing at Chen Yan at this moment and that nearly extinguished remnant soul.

They were situated amidst churning magma.

Upon the broken divine soul, malice permeated, gnawing at the remnant soul until it grew thinner and thinner, like maggots clinging to bone.

A complex, profound spatial array disc flickered with a shimmering light under the protection of the remnant soul.

"Brother."

The nearly transparent remnant soul revealed a brilliant smile.

"I helped you."

Chen Yan stared blankly, looking at his younger sister, and he suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

He had been worried that Chen Yu was already dead.

Yet he also felt incomparable heartache.

"Xiaoyu..."

Chen Yan reached out his hand, a faint Immortal Will flowing out to protect Chen Yu's remnant soul from being gnawed by the malice.

Chen Yu's brows gradually smoothed out; she pulled on Chen Yan's wrist, examined Chen Yan for a long time, and only then let out a sigh of relief:

"Immortal Will is indeed powerful; there isn't even a trace of injury."

Chen Yan's lips trembled, and he nodded silently.

He came before the spatial array disc.

Everyone watched in a daze, gradually opening their mouths.

"This is another arrangement of mine." Chen Yan spoke:

"This spatial array disc leads directly to the small town; that is the core of all the Shi Meng Mo's rules."

Endless coldness erupted in his eyes:

"I think that directly destroying the Shi Meng Mo's rule core is the only way to resolve the opponent."

Chen Yan murmured, walking into the spatial array disc.

Behind him, the expressions of Xia Long and the others changed constantly—daze, shock, and finally, reverence.

The dead end had come to life.

This spatial array disc was enough to change everything as it stood.

Zhang Ting's body even stiffened; he did not know how Chen Yan had managed to think of so much.

An inexplicable feeling completely dissolved in the depths of his heart.

At this moment, there were no cheers, no roars, no excitement.

Everyone watched his back.

Someone bowed deeply:

"For the Sun!"

That was Wu Song, a pure Sun Realm native Creation Realm expert who had long ago given up the struggle after despair.

His body bowed deeply, carrying reverence, carrying piety.

"For the Sun!"

Hong Mi performed a solemn salute.

"For the Sun!"

"For the Sun!"

"For the Sun!"

Voice after voice rang out just like that, in this world that had already been destroyed.