Chapter 730: Answer me, is ten thousand years of being suppressed and killed enough for you?!

Inside the Magnetic Storm Thunder Prison.

Chen Yu opened her eyes in a daze; she opened her mouth and looked toward her side.

There, it was empty.

"Brother... Big Brother..."

She called out, her body seemingly wrapped in endless chill, looking around at everything in fear and trembling.

It seemed as if everything in the world had become incomparably terrifying.

"Woooooo...!"

"The Divine General!"

"I hate this!"

In the room next door, bursts of sorrowful wailing suddenly rang out.

Chen Yu sat dazed on the ground; all of this was telling her that everything that had just happened was real.

Despair began to sprout.

Creak.

The door was opened.

It was Ke Qingxuan.

Ke Qingxuan's eyes were still a bit red, and looking at Chen Yu now, she actually forced a smile:

"Chen Yan sent me a voice transmission from the very beginning; he didn't die, he just couldn't tell everyone in advance, otherwise the plan would have been known by the Shi Meng Mo."

Her voice fell.

Chen Yu's dazed gaze slowly looked over.

"It's true."

Ke Qingxuan pursed her lips:

"Think about it, why did the Shi Meng Mo help the Divine General at first, and then turn against him later? That is because Chen Yan had been setting up the Shi Meng Mo from the start.

His consciousness had long since returned to his true self."

Ke Qingxuan looked back and forth, not seeing Chen Yan's true self, nor seeing the Ash-Evil Spear and the Heavenly God Armor, and continued:

"Look, the Divine General's true self has already left.

The moment that physical body of his in the Pure True Yang Realm died, his consciousness returned to his true self."

Chen Yu nodded blankly:

"Is that so? But why didn't Big Brother tell me?"

"Isn't that why I came to tell you first?" Ke Qingxuan forced a smile onto her beautiful face:

"After all, that strategy was too dangerous."

Chen Yu was stunned.

"Heh... ah... Big Brother... ah?"

Her emotions fluctuated violently, tears flowed from her eyes, but a smile appeared on her face; she was tearful yet smiling beautifully.

"I knew it, I knew it."

"Mm... mm." Ke Qingxuan smiled:

"Don't worry."

"Woooooooooo..."

The young girl began to wail loudly.

"You scared me to death just now."

Ke Qingxuan pursed her lips tightly, nodded with effort, and then walked straight out the door.

With a bang.

Her body seemed to have completely lost all strength; she leaned against the wall, and the blood color on her face could no longer be maintained, as if her vitality had been stripped away.

"Ah..."

She opened her mouth wide, breathing with difficulty, as if she were suffocating and unable to breathe.

The immense grief hit her so hard she almost fainted.

How could she know Chen Yan's plan?

She didn't know.

She propped up her body and walked unsteadily toward another room.

"I must... protect... everything... you wanted to protect."

She hung her head, pushed open the other door, and smiled at the people inside the room:

"The Divine General sent me a voice transmission earlier; his plan could not be leaked in advance.

Everyone, do not worry, the Divine General is unharmed."

In an instant, screams and cheers rang out within the room.

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"To think..."

"To think they all came out."

Inside the Ancient God Forbidden Land, Zong Huang, Lin Yu, and the others stood together with the White-Clothed Soul-Split, watching the changes in that world from afar.

The white-clothed Lu Xunyang's eyes were extremely complex; from the expressions of Shen Yiwei and the others, he could see the cause and effect.

"Sacrificing oneself to fulfill the others.

Chen Yan... Chen Yan..."

The voice of Lu Xunyang in white was even trembling slightly.

Even though he was reluctant in every way, he had to accept a reality.

That youth, who had called out to him time and again in the Xunyang Pagoda and crossed the frozen river to find him, was dead.

Yet even though he was dead, he had still achieved an unimaginable feat.

He had saved everyone.

He had preserved a powerful backbone for the Great Xia.

"But you yourself are the backbone of the Great Xia; you are the backbone of the Great Xia I watched with my own eyes reach this point step by step, the junior I admire the most..."

The white-clothed soul-split clenched his fists, his body trembling.

He could not hold back any longer.

His true self was about to die, yet this strand of his soul-split could not get close.

He wanted to do something, to see if he could pull back the youth who was already on the verge of the abyss of death.

That youth walked his path.

How could he die here?

He was unwilling; he refused to accept it.

Crack, crack, crack...

Around his body, cracks in space erupted, and the rule barrier imposed on him by the Shi Meng Mo began to tremble.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Cracks appeared on the body of the soul-split, showing signs of collapse.

"Divine General!"

Zong Huang and the others watched in terror, their faces trembling one by one.

"Give me..." The figure of the soul-split flickered and vanished; he kept his back to Zong Huang and the others, only saying softly:

"Shut up."

Zong Huang's face turned deathly pale, his head bowed low, and endless remorse erupted in the depths of his eyes.

"I, Zong Huang, deserve to die ten thousand times!"

He roared lowly.

He should not have left Chen Yan without authorization.

He had done wrong.

That youth had saved everyone and accomplished things he could hardly imagine.

It was simply a miracle.

Yet he had left the other party without even looking back.

If he had not left, perhaps Chen Yan would not have met such an end.

Perhaps it would have been he, Zong Huang, who died, and not Chen Yan.

"I... I..."

Zong Huang opened his mouth wide, and endless remorse drowned him like a tide.

He stood up, watching as Lu Xunyang's true self began to annihilate the Shi Meng Mo, exhausting everything.

He knew that everything was about to end.

Regret, regret, endless regret.

It was as if his entire life had been a mistake.

He had married a woman he should not have.

Even though it was that woman's fault, he had projected all his disgust onto his own daughter, San Jin.

Until this very day.

He had left Chen Yan.

He watched Chen Yan die.

"My life, Zong Huang's life, is merely a joke; I am ashamed to face the Xunyang faction and the elders of the Great Xia."

Behind him, a bright phantom of a Holy Buddha slowly condensed, the Buddha light brilliant and vast, with Sanskrit sounds rising all around.

"Divine General, I go first!"

He bowed deeply, then exchanged a glance with Lin Yu and the others beside him, all of them showing a resolve to die in their eyes.

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

They roared, turning into streams of light as they charged toward the Shi Meng Mo.

This journey was undoubtedly a path to death, no different from a moth flying into a flame.

The white-haired soul-split closed his eyes, unable to watch; even though Zong Huang had made mistakes repeatedly, he was still the deputy general who had followed him through life and death.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Wild laughter rang out.

At this moment, Zong Huang overspent his life force; strands of his black hair lost their vitality and scattered, his bald head wreathed in golden light, as if he had truly become a great Buddha.

He raised one hand, and the giant Holy Buddha phantom behind him also raised its palm, manifesting a hundred rays of Buddha light—a Thousand-Handed True Buddha.

He was now fearless; his body began to disintegrate, and his life force began to vanish.

To deal with the Shi Meng Mo, ordinary moves would certainly be useless.

Only by exhausting all his life force could he unleash his strongest move!

"Swastika Buddha True Heaven!"

He roared out loud, his physical body constantly withering, instantly reaching old age, just as he was about to blast out a palm strike.

Crack!

A pitch-black pillar of lightning suddenly slammed into his body, interrupting his move.

Zong Huang shuddered suddenly, and endless despair struck in an instant.

"To think, there is still one more..."

He spoke with difficulty; could the one who ambushed him be a third Ancient Divine Beast?

Who is it?

Who is it?

He stared fixedly.

Yet he saw.

In the distance, countless streaks of lightning tore open the sky, hacking away at endless malice; dense and packed, billions of Evil Void Spores manifested into a kingdom of darkness, pressing down across the great world.

Terrifying, terrifying!

What kind of mighty momentum was that?

Under the overlapping layers of ink-black, even Zong Huang found it hard to breathe.

And at this very moment.

Both the true self and the split soul of Lu Xunyang stared fixedly.

They were stunned, staring blankly.

Unbelievable.

Within the abyss, that massive, indescribable chaotic object began to tremble; it was the true form of the Shi Meng Mo, yet at this moment, it was writhing as if it had fallen ill.

The next instant.

Chirp!!!

Endless screaming sounded in an instant, deafening.

…………

"Dead..."

Inside the Pure True Yang Realm.

Chen He, his clothes in tatters, arrived before a mass of blurred flesh and blood.

Earth spikes shooting out from the depths of the earth had long since pierced this physical body into a thousand holes, making it unrecognizable.

"To conspire with a tiger, this is the result."

Chen He spoke indifferently, looking at the floating head beside him.

That face, which had originally been breathtakingly beautiful, still held remnants of fear in its eyes, its expression twisted, having actually become hideous.

Disgust appeared in Chen He's eyes.

Where was the fairy-like appearance Lu Zhiwei once had?

"He..."

Lu Zhiwei opened her mouth, breathing with difficulty:

"He modified my cognition; I feel like I am suffering in purgatory every single moment..."

Her eyes widened, and she suddenly screamed out.

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!!!"

"No!!!"

She recalled that terrifying memory once again, and at this moment, she could not help but begin to wail.

"You all think I was only suppressed for a short time, but in my cognition, I have been... suffering in purgatory for countless years...

I was skinned time and time again, burned by fire time and time again, again and again... again and again... it hurts, it hurts so much..."

She shed tears:

"Why didn't he kill me? Why did he punish me like that?

Clearly, Chen Lanqiu was killed by him in an instant..."

She wailed incessantly, actually feeling immense envy for Chen Lanqiu.

Chen Lanqiu was dead, but she didn't have to suffer at all.

She, Lu Zhiwei, was living a life worse than death.

"He is a devil!!!"

Chen He frowned:

"Get a grip, the devil you speak of is right here."

He pointed to the pile of rotten meat before him, with disdain:

"Had I known he was this gloomy, I would have tortured him for a while longer."

A sinister look flared in the depths of his eyes; he was very dissatisfied with the battle against Chen Yan.

He hadn't had enough fun.

He had been insulted, by Chen Yan, by everyone, insulted as a fool.

Such a great humiliation, he had never suffered before.

If not for the urgent situation, he would have tortured Chen Yan, tortured him a thousand times, ten thousand times, only then would it be enough.

Chen He gritted his teeth, the anger in his eyes erupting once again.

He reached out a hand and plucked off the already blurred head of 'Chen Yan'.

"I will mount this head upon the military banner of my Chen Prefecture army."

This was a necessary tactic when two armies engaged; taking the head of an enemy general to serve as one's own military banner was undoubtedly a way to kill the body and punish the heart, suppressing the enemy's morale.

He revealed a smile:

"I want to see how the Great Xia will face this head, a group of lowly scum, a group of..."

Boom— boom— boom!!!

Above the vault of heaven, a massive hole suddenly burst open.

An endless black tide tore through the horizon, like a sea of ink overturned, covering everything.

A golden radiance erupted and boiled amidst the vast killing intent.

Chen He narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly.

That golden light surrounded a figure in ink-colored robes as they slowly descended.

He stood there just like that, a black spear hovering behind him, his ink-colored robes billowing, and beneath his sleeves brewed a killing tribulation capable of destroying everything.

Chen He stared fixedly, his gaze locked onto that face, and for a moment, his expression stiffened.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!"

Lu Zhiwei, who was left with only a head, suddenly shrieked upon seeing the newcomer, the sound containing endless terror.

Boom— boom— boom!!!

Countless streaks of pitch-black thunder erupted, spreading across a thousand miles of the firmament.

Upon that face, which was cold to the extreme, golden radiance suddenly burst from the eyes, and everything turned into a brilliant expanse.

"Answer me, Chen He!"

A calm and grand voice rang out, shaking the heart and soul, majestic and impossible to ignore.

Boom— boom— boom!

Ten thousand thunders roared wildly, and the world trembled.

"Is suppressing you for ten thousand years enough?!"