Chapter 715: The Xia Lord Watches, Stunned

"Although it is merely virtual memory, it makes me feel as if I have truly lived through such a life."

Chen Yan murmured aloud, feeling the vast memory that had suddenly appeared in his mind, like holding a true, heaven-shaking fortune in his hands.

"If Xiaoyu knew that I could already condense a God-tier array now, she would probably feel bad."

Chen Yan chuckled.

One who can create a Bright Moon-tier grand array is called a Grand Array Master by the world.

One who creates a Sun-tier grand array is called a Supreme Array Master.

As for the God-tier, there are not many in the entire world; this is the legendary Divine Array Master.

Learning to create a God-tier grand array also requires one to be capable of creating it.

Within a single 【Eternal Calamity Reversing Blood】 grand array, there are over hundreds of millions of array nodes alone, and tens of millions of small arrays that serve as components.

Missing one makes it unable to function; having one too many causes it to collapse.

Its complexity and profoundness are something Chen Yan has never witnessed before.

What Chen Yan learned is not just 【Eternal Calamity Reversing Blood】, but all the skill points a Divine Array Master should possess.

Just as learning to prepare a state banquet surely means one has already learned various cooking methods like boiling, steaming, and stir-frying.

This is the power of a 【Break】 Saint-Breaking Fruit.

Chen Yan sighed with emotion, having no intention of sharing his own strength.

It is too heaven-defying.

How could anyone progress from just knowing how to create early Sun-tier protective patterns to creating a God-tier grand array within a single day?

His younger sister is monstrous enough, but she cannot help that her brother is a cheater.

"How could one think that my becoming stronger is this easy?"

Chen Yan's consciousness appeared in the Saint-Breaking Realm, looked at the towering giant tree, and smiled:

"This is clearly the result of another me resisting the temptation of malice for countless years, struggling and tempering myself to obtain it.

My strength comes from my own efforts and that heart that never gives up."

Chen Yan stroked the Saint-Breaking Tree:

"Don't you agree?

After all, you saw it with your own eyes."

Rustle...

The Saint-Breaking Tree swayed twice.

Chen Yan pursed his lips, and his consciousness returned to his physical body in the Pure True Yang Realm.

At this moment, he was inside a mountain cave.

Just a moment ago, the Shi Meng Mo's lock-on came again, and Ke Qingxuan had escaped to this place with this physical body.

No one was disturbing him.

Chen Yan sat cross-legged, strands of pitch-black True Martial Power circulating and changing around his body, slowly condensing into an array disk behind him.

That array disk, layered one upon another, was like a super-technological product pieced together from thousands of tiny parts.

Layering, layering.

Grand, low-pitched sounds like the roaring of ten thousand thunders resounded as these array disks were layered.

Chen Yan's consciousness flashed, and all matter within the space around him was pulled away, forming a vacuum zone where sound could not be transmitted.

At this moment, even more exaggerated and terrifying patterns were gathering on the grand array behind Chen Yan.

Strands of blood-red light connected every corner of the grand array like blood vessels and meridians.

In the center of the grand array was a red and black eye, gazing at the world as if it were the eye of heaven and earth.

This seemed to be the most exquisite thing in the world, as if it were the source of all the true meaning of martial arts.

Complex, complex, complex to the extreme.

If Chen Yan had not isolated all the anomalies, it would definitely have terrified Shen Yiwei and the others.

But just because Shen Yiwei and the others could not see it did not mean no one noticed.

Inside the Upper Ancient War Palace.

The woman in the fairy dress sat high on the throne, her face cold:

"How long do you intend to keep watching? Does the current Chen Yan still not qualify for you to make a move?"

The woman in the fairy dress felt cold inside.

She knew that although the Purple Firmament World-Settling Mirror had sealed this remnant soul of the Xia Lord, this remnant soul was not incapable of breaking the seal.

The only thing suppressing the other party was the other party's own thoughts.

This person was too powerful and too lonely.

He did not feel that being imprisoned here was better than being in the outside world.

If he broke the cage, he would inevitably destroy the Purple Firmament World-Settling Mirror, the second-greatest divine artifact in the world.

The other party did not destroy it simply because he felt that capturing her, the Elemental Lord, to act as a continent-brightener was not as important as destroying the Purple Firmament World-Settling Mirror.

This was the reason the woman in the fairy dress had always been free from worry.

But now.

Lu Xunyang was on the verge of collapse, and Chen Yan had already been bound by the rules and means of Chen Continent, like a fish in a net.

Looking from afar, it was a desperate situation; looking up close, it was also a desperate situation.

At this moment, that the Xia Lord still would not make a move was something she could not understand.

In the dim room, the white-haired old man just sat calmly, those weathered eyes seeming to contain ten thousand years of time, endless glory, and desolation.

"A desperate situation, what is a desperate situation? He is not yet dead, so how can one say it has already reached a desperate situation?"

The white-haired old man chuckled:

"I have already assisted him once; how many more times can I assist him?"

He was by no means the type of existence to pull on seedlings to help them grow.

When Chen Yan was trapped in the Pure True Yang Realm, he had already preached the Dao once.

That instance of preaching was, for Chen Yan, an absolute great opportunity.

"A sapling, if it wishes to grow better, requires one to water it whenever it is withered, ensuring it does not die, and also ensuring its resilience reaches its limit."

The white-haired old man said calmly.

The woman in the immortal dress curled her lips:

"Then how else do you want to water him? You have already watered everything that needed watering; he can already be called a founding master in this newly born True Martial Dao.

Even if you continue to preach the Dao, he does not have much time to digest it; Lu Xunyang is about to be unable to hold on."

A flash of irritation appeared in the white-haired old man's eyes:

"Do I need to explain my actions to you?"

"You just can't let go of your pride, feeling that with your status, you would never unconditionally help others time and time again, which makes it look like you are fawning," the woman in the immortal dress sneered, speaking extremely vicious words.

Such words, to the Xia Lord, were already the most vicious.

You could curse him as heartless and cold-blooded, or say he is another Ancient God.

Because these things could only prove that he was right.

But to say he would fawn over others.

That was simply pissing on his head.

Sure enough, the white-haired old man's complexion had turned ugly to the extreme.

Threads of bone-chilling coldness brewed in the depths of the white-haired old man's eyes.

"If I break out of this place, the first thing I will do is refine you into the soul of a divine artifact."

The woman in the immortal dress's pupils shrank, and fear appeared in the depths of her eyes.

Immediately following, she muttered:

"But this still doesn't change the fact that you are fawning over that Lord of Will.

And you even know that the other party does not welcome you; the other party welcomes your son more, the Lord of Blood Qi whom you look down upon the most."

A sense of pleasure that only comes from revenge appeared on her face:

"Even so, you are still thinking, why hasn't he begged you yet, why hasn't he come to find you to preach the Dao..."

"Say one more word, and I will come out immediately." A voice cold to the extreme rang out, and within the entire Upper Ancient War Palace, strands of rustling coldness drifted about; terrifying killing intent roamed everywhere, like ten thousand sharp blades.

The woman in the immortal dress bit her silver teeth tightly.

"What I wish to do, you need not say much; you may suggest, but do not suggest too much."

Inside the dim room, the white-haired old man spoke with a cold expression.

Strands of substantial killing intent were erupting within his body.

No one would think he was just saying empty threats.

Receiving no response, the white-haired old man then narrowed his eyes and ceased speaking.

It was also at this moment.

"Then what about my father? What did he do wrong? He had already become a Continent Bright, why did you still take his remnant soul to experience a bitter sea reincarnation from which he could never escape?"

"That is because he was wrong!" the white-haired old man barked.

"What was he wrong about? What was wrong with his heart? He never gave up, he possessed great aspirations, he was the first Martial Dao Lord of the Xia Clan!"

"He was wrong in being too weak; he was too weak, causing all his aspirations to appear pitiful to the extreme," the white-haired old man sneered.

Endless hatred flared in the eyes of the woman in the immortal dress:

"Then what about Chen Yan? Is he not weak?

His aspirations are the same as my father's; why do you not treat him as you treated my father?

You must be thinking, if Chen Yan fails, he will surely become your experimental subject just like my father; you only want to prove that you are right; you never wanted to truly save the human race.

You are just selfish!"

Rumble!!!

The entire Upper Ancient War Palace shook.

Cold, pupil-like gazes that scanned the world projected through the endless seals.

"If he fails, everything about him is wrong; he is wrong in being too weak, too weak, causing everything that was originally right about him to become wrong!"

The white-haired old man spoke coldly:

"In this world, who does not fear me? In this world, who does not feel gratitude toward me?

No matter what, I am still the Lord of the Human Race!"

He revealed a smile, and that terrifying pressure that looked down upon everything radiated out with him as the center.

He was above everything; he ruled everything.

The internal strife of the human race and the death of billions of living beings were merely observed by his cold eyes.

What he wanted was a glimmer of survival for the future.

To achieve victory in this ten-thousand-year-long game against the Ancient Gods.

He was the protagonist, and the world was the chessboard.

And the chess players were only him and the Ancient Gods.

He did not care about the destruction of the Great Xia, nor did he care about the cruelty of the Five Clans.

He did not care.

Even if Chen Yan is currently beset by crises, so what? Even if Lu Xunyang is dying, so what?

He simply values Chen Yan a little more than he values the others.

The white-haired old man's eyes flickered rapidly as he looked toward a certain direction, and the next instant, he was stunned.

"Who possessed him?"

"Who could possess him right under my perception?"

He reached out with one hand, and countless pitch-black cracks were born in the void; the entire world trembled violently, and the Upper Ancient War Palace erupted with a booming groan as if it were a building block about to collapse.

"How is this possible? What is that?"

He spoke in shock and uncertainty, then his hand stopped in mid-air the next instant, his head tilting slowly as he looked at this scene in disbelief.

On the throne, the woman in the immortal dress also moved her red lips, her nostrils trembling slightly.

"This... you imparted the Dao to him? No, what kind of array is that?"

Her expression was dazed, as if she had seen something that transcended her understanding, and her breathing became rapid.

Yet she was already a Master of the Martial Dao; what could possibly exist that would transcend her imagination?

…………

At the same time.

"Eternal Tribulation Reversing Blood; I have passed through countless tribulations, crossed a glacier that could never reach its end—at this moment, can I reverse the boundless sea of blood?"

Chen Yan murmured aloud.

The next moment, blood-red meridians floated up from the great array behind him, spreading continuously and piercing into the earth beneath Chen Yan.

Under Chen Yan's perception, these meridians pierced through the crust, went deep into the magma, and continued downward, piercing into the depths of the Earth Core that contained boundless energy.

That place was the source of all chaos, the end of all energy required for the growth of all things in the entire Pure True Yang Realm.

"Even if there are already spiritual medicines that can be absorbed, cultivation still consumes time."

"How could it be as easy as devouring an Ancient Divine Beast?"

Gurgle, gurgle...

Those blood-red meridians rapidly filled up, the surging blood-Qi energy and body-tempering energy within them flowing madly.

They were sucked into that terrifying and dense array disc.

Incomparably pure energy was converted by the array disc and infused into Chen Yan's body.

Around Chen Yan, the light flames instantly became turbulent.

"Absorb for me!"

His eyes turned sharp, and earth-shaking changes were occurring within his body.

Powerful, becoming more and more powerful, becoming more and more terrifying.

Countless specks of dust floated up and began to spin rapidly around him.

At this moment, he was a blood-sucking parasite clinging inside the body of a Shi Meng Mo.

And the Shi Meng Mo did not notice Chen Yan's actions at all at this moment.

This is boiling a frog in warm water.