Chapter 733: I Kill in My Sleep

When the excruciating pain became unbearable, when the exhaustion surged like a tide.

The young Master of Will, within the shattered Pure Yang Realm, threw punches again and again; his consciousness was beginning to crumble.

He vaguely remembered that afternoon when he first saw the bronze statue of Lu Xunyang.

The praise from his teacher, Wang Yang, echoed in his ears, and the setting sun, drunkenly reclining on the horizon, was exceptionally scorching.

He lifted his legs, took steps, and leaned his body forward, crawling forward on the playground like a primitive human who had just learned to run.

Run a little longer, just a little longer; as he ran, he kept his attention on the withered, thin little tree within his Saint-Breaking Realm.

Much like him in his early growth, that little tree was also struggling to survive in that dead, lonely, and murky land.

He heard the discussions of his classmates and saw his classmate Zhang Qingsi awaken their blood energy, becoming the focus of the entire school.

Memories poured into his mind like a flood.

Even though he had consumed countless 【Technique】 Saint-Breaking Fruits and 【Will】 Saint-Breaking Fruits.

Even though he possessed vast memories that did not match his own age at all.

Yet, in those shallow years, the things he cherished most remained deeply hidden in his heart.

An endless sense of fatigue washed over him.

Martial Suppression Class, Heaven's Pride Trial, College Entrance Exam, General Conferment, Ten Thousand Phases Island, Declaration of War, War of the Five Clans, Forbidden Land of Ancient Gods...

Within a short span of time, it was all mixed with endless toil and struggle.

He himself did not even know he was tired.

He believed that it was the evil in his heart, something that should not exist within him.

He was a martial artist, so he did not need rest.

Perhaps this was influenced by Shen Yiwei, or perhaps it was influenced by Lu Xunyang.

And so, he had walked step by step to this point.

"Chen Yan... Chen..."

Chen He wailed aloud; his physical body had been shattered, his skull cracked, and blood mixed with bits of flesh constantly fell from his body.

He only wailed, but the person throwing punches at him simply hung his head, mechanically smashing down punch after punch.

After he confirmed it again and again.

Something even more despairing happened to him.

The young man who was beating him had fallen asleep.

The opponent's strength had all withered, his power of will was completely exhausted, and he was riddled with blood poison, yet he was still continuously pummeling him to death, and he was actually...

Asleep.

Humiliation.

Endless humiliation erupted in the depths of Chen He's heart.

He could allow himself to die in battle, but he could not allow himself to be beaten to death, punch by punch, by an enemy who was asleep.

"You... humiliate me!"

He screamed out.

Crack!

His eye was smashed open.

Boom!

Another punch struck.

His forehead was shattered.

Chen He stopped wailing, and endless fear emerged in the depths of his eyes.

He was going to die.

He was certain that Chen Yan really intended to kill him.

But in the next instant.

His consciousness, which was on the verge of shattering, suddenly became restless.

To die, perhaps, was for the best.

At least he wouldn't end up like Lu Zhiwei, having his cognition altered by Chen Yan and suffering endless torture.

He revealed a broken, ferocious grin, accepting his fate.

Yet, endless resentment and shame continued to bombard his mind.

He had actually been killed by someone of a lower rank.

Although Chen Yan possessed the aura of life and death and was not an ordinary Creation Realm practitioner.

He had still been killed by someone of a lower rank.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it...

He used the last of his life's consciousness entirely for cursing Chen Yan.

And in the very next instant.

Hum...

A faint humming sound resonated.

The stench of corpses wafted over, and Chen He suddenly choked.

He suddenly saw that he was in another world.

The setting sun in the distance was like blood tears flowing from the firmament, exceptionally scarlet.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the ground beneath his feet; a wave of stickiness washed over him. This entire stretch of land was made of pieces of wriggling flesh, stained with filthy blood, and a scarlet, foul odor overflowed from the gaps between the wriggling flesh.

"No..."

Chen He's face revealed shock; he scanned his surroundings, his pupils gradually dilating.

He should have died.

He should have been hammered to death by Chen Yan, punch by punch.

Was he dead, having entered hell?

Or... had his perception been altered by Chen Yan?

"Chen Yan..."

Chen He roared, and the flesh and blood beneath his feet suddenly began to boil and churn like a sea of sand; a slick, greasy sensation emerged from the soles of his feet, and Chen He's entire body slowly sank into the crevices of the flesh.

Even though he struggled desperately, he could not change the outcome of being swallowed.

"How could there be a hell in this world? That is just a legend that doesn't conform to science. I, Chen He, have killed countless people, and I merely exterminated them."

"They died and vanished; how could they turn into vengeful spirits to come and seek revenge on me?!"

Chen He's eyes were wide open, and as he struggled desperately, rotting palms suddenly reached out from the wriggling flesh beneath his feet, dragging him downward.

One by one, broken faces—some unfamiliar, some familiar—emerged upon the flesh, staring at Chen He with malice and ferocity.

Seeing this scene, Chen He's face flushed an intense red.

He suddenly recalled a sentence he had been unwilling to accept.

"Answer me, Chen He, is suppressing you for ten thousand years enough?!"

Chen Yan...

Chen Yan wouldn't really suppress him for ten thousand years, would he?

Ten thousand years...

He gripped his own throat, using all his strength; he wanted to commit suicide.

"No!!!!"

He suddenly roared.

His body was weak and powerless; he couldn't even commit suicide.

He couldn't even die, and could only feel endless pain within this altered perception.

"This is definitely not hell..."

He roared toward the sky in sheer terror:

"Chen Yan, let me go!"

"Kill me!"

"Kill me, ahhhhh!"

"Stop torturing me..."

"I, Chen He..."

"I, Chen He..."

He was pulled into the flesh fissure, and countless sounds of revelry and roaring echoed within the wriggling flesh-earth.

"I was wrong..."

"I shouldn't have persecuted Xia Hanzhou; I was forced to."

"I shouldn't have gone to Tie Province and used the living beings of a village as test subjects to ignite the hatred between Ji Province and the Great Xia."

"It was all Lord Chen, it was all Chen..."

He was filled with immense remorse, yet in the end, only the most miserable wails remained.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

…………

Outside.

The world was broken, and thunderous roars shook the air.

The firmament was shattering, the earth was tilting downward, and even the sun in the sky was dripping blood-red, bright mucus onto the earth like a ruptured gallbladder.

The entire world was collapsing at this moment.

Lu Xunyang, dressed in white, appeared between heaven and earth and saw the scene before him.

Countless spines, spanning heaven and earth and covered in sticky, scarlet flesh fragments, were coiled like a forest of thorns.

Chen He was being held in the hand of a blood-covered youth in black robes like a lump of rotten meat, and that youth in black robes had his head hanging low, having already fallen unconscious.

"He's been struck by blood poison; his consciousness is about to collapse."

His gaze narrowed slightly; he sensed the fluctuations of life-death energy and will-power on Chen He.

This was a Will-Rule Martial Art executed by Chen Yan.

This was simply incredible.

Because Chen Yan had clearly long since fallen into a deep sleep due to the blood poison.

Yet, after falling asleep, he had suppressed Chen He and executed his own methods.

It was as if he had issued instructions to his own physical body from the very beginning; regardless of his consciousness, his physical body would follow the settings of the instructions to complete every plan.

Lu Xunyang pursed his lips; he was a person of strong will himself, but at this moment, he felt deeply moved.

Chen Yan was truly somewhat terrifying.

He scanned the surrounding shattered world; the Shi Meng Mo was dead.

It would be more accurate to say the Shi Meng Mo died under Chen Yan's schemes rather than at his own hands.

He reached out a hand, and Chen Yan's physical body began to produce a sound like popping beans.

As powerful as he was, he could extract a person's power from a distance, so he was naturally extremely familiar with the structure of the human body.

At this moment, he was forcing the blood poison out of Chen Yan's body.

This requires extremely precise control of power; the slightest error will cause the blood poison to erupt completely.

In the entire world, there are no more than three people capable of forcing out the blood poison.

As it happens, he, Lu Xunyang, is one of them.

"Combining Qi and blood with hard-body tempering, the human body's progress has reached its limit.

This physical body has simply reached the strength of an eighth-rank mid-stage."

Lu Xunyang exclaimed in admiration; at the same age, he was merely a down-and-out descendant cast out by the Lu Imperial Clan.

Yet Chen Yan has already reached this step.

"That I was able to be born before the path of will and create an immortal body shows that I once brushed past the path of will.

But my will and comprehension were inferior to Chen Yan's, leading to Chen Yan becoming the Master of Will..."

He murmured to himself, appearing somewhat carefree.

Looking back at when he left the Great Xia to head toward the Ancient God Forbidden Land.

The entire world underwent a drastic change; he had known the consequences from the start, and his choice was undoubtedly a massive gamble.

If the gamble was right, the world would be pacified.

If the gamble was wrong, a chaotic era would arrive.

He placed the future of the entire Great Xia and the Five Clans upon a single choice of his own; this was not because he was overly arrogant, but because he had no other choice.

Because in the entire Great Xia, there was no one above him.

Now, another God General has appeared.

Lu Xunyang only feels relaxed, feels fortunate, and feels relieved.

Likewise, there is also a fighting spirit.

Lu Xunyang will never admit defeat; even knowing that someone has a stronger will and better aptitude than him, he will not be inferior to others.

…………

Heaven and earth weep blood.

Mountains, rivers, and all things are occupied by a deep crimson.

Nothing is not scarlet, nothing is not terrified.

Everywhere in the world, pairs of eyes gaze at the firmament, all revealing an expression of shock to the extreme.

In cities, among villages, on streets, at the ends of fields.

Countless pairs of shocked and bewildered eyes stare as if substantial, viscous blood is flowing down from the crimson firmament.

A sense of terror sweeps across the human world.

Even ignorant living beings can guess that another indescribable behemoth has fallen.

This blood-seeping phenomenon is more terrifying and ferocious than all previous phenomena; the heavy firmament seems almost ready to suppress everything directly, making it impossible to breathe.

Great Xia.

Xia Hanzhou, the Grand Minister, and other experts fly into the high heavens one by one.

"Who has fallen?"

"This is definitely a top-tier eighth-rank; for the phenomenon of heaven and earth weeping blood to be this intense, if it is not a master of the Five Clans, it can only be someone of that level..."

Even eighth-rank experts feel their minds wavering.

It is chaotic.

Too chaotic.

After the struggle of the Five Clans began and the chaos of the Five Clans and Great Xia erupted.

How many phenomena have been born?

Eighth-ranks born, eighth-ranks fallen.

Up until now, everyone can be certain that an extremely powerful eighth-rank has fallen.

Xia Hanzhou's expression changes, and the Grand Minister hurriedly looks at a person below:

"Shen Xin!"

The man named Shen Xin nods and begins to contact all the Great Xia spies under his command.

The first priority is to figure out exactly which one of the Five Clans has fallen.

Or if this phenomenon originates from the Ancient God Forbidden Land.

In the entire world, there are only three forces where extremely powerful existences reside.

The Five Clans, the Great Xia, and the place where extremely powerful Ancient God Beasts exist, the Ancient God Forbidden Land.

"The Five Clans are fine!"

Shen Xin's voice comes from below.

Xia Hanzhou's expression changes wildly:

"It is some existence in the Ancient God Forbidden Land that has died; is it Lu Xunyang, or..."

His expression is a mix of wild joy and complexity.

He can now conclude that whoever can cause such a phenomenon must be an eighth-rank of Lu Xunyang's level.

Either an extremely powerful eighth-rank Ancient God Beast killed Lu Xunyang.

Or Lu Xunyang killed an extremely powerful eighth-rank Ancient God Beast.

There are only these two possibilities.

If it is the former, then it is a disaster for Great Xia.

If it is the latter, then it is the fortune of Great Xia, and it also represents that Lu Xunyang has succeeded.

But, he does not know now, and cannot judge.

In fact, he felt the latter possibility was not very likely.

Lu Xunyang had been in the Forbidden Land of Ancient Gods for a long time, and his combat power would only get worse and worse.

Everyone knew that the possibility of Lu Xunyang being able to kill an extremely powerful eighth-rank Ancient God Beast would only exist in the first month or the first year after he entered.

The longer it dragged on, the more severely Lu Xunyang would be weakened by the malice.

Perhaps now, Lu Xunyang had finally been unable to hold on and had fallen in the Forbidden Land of Ancient Gods.

Had Lu Xunyang fallen?

This was something the Great Xia did not wish to see.