Chapter 790: Walking Alone in Dead Silence, Changes Across the World

He slowly raised his hand, a faint radiance flickering; this hand paused in mid-air, and finally, he swung it out.

"No one knows what you have done, but in ten thousand years of the Martial Dao, you are the first; you truly are..."

The Lord of Chen murmured:

"Walking on a path far too distant for the human race."

Whoosh.

Chen Yan's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The Lord of Chen stood calmly, silent for a long time.

"If he were to return, we would all be killed by him."

A flat voice came from high above; the white-haired Lord of the Pool appeared, though no one knew when.

The Lord of Chen looked toward the Lord of the Pool:

"Do you think that is possible?"

The Lord of the Pool laughed:

"I think it is impossible—no, it is definitely impossible—but the true essence of the True Martial Dao he wrote down just now, I also think is nonsense."

The Lord of the Pool landed by the lakeside:

"You must understand, if he can return, not only will we die, but our families, our subordinates, everything will die.

And you..."

The Lord of the Pool narrowed his eyes:

"Just now, with a single thought, you could have directly obliterated him."

The Lord of Chen shook his head:

"He does not fear death; have you not noticed? He has always been seeking death. If I had killed him, perhaps I would have fallen into his trap.

Or even the trap of the Lord of Will."

The Lord of the Pool was silent, but watched the Lord of Chen quietly for a long time:

"Chen Yuan, I have never misjudged you. If you felt the Five Clans were in the way, you would not hesitate to exterminate every living soul of the Five Clans..."

As the Lord of the Pool spoke, he suddenly laughed:

"Hahaha, Gatekeeper of the Human Race... Gatekeeper of the Human Race..."

"With so many of your clansmen, so many living souls of the Five Clans, they want a Gatekeeper of the Five Clans, not a Gatekeeper of the Human Race...

You truly are..."

…………

Malice...

Malice became substance, becoming the entirety of the world.

Every unspeakable thing and chaos emerged before Chen Yan's eyes; everything seemed to be falling apart.

Chen Yan's senses began to blur; all human emotions were being forcibly and ruthlessly stripped away.

An inverted black ocean, viscous liquid dripping like asphalt, yet freezing in mid-air, forming countless twisted mirrors.

Piled-up deformed organs, blood vessels winding like vines, the sound of pulses echoing like thunder.

Roaring, shrieking...

Constantly changing.

Chen Yan took a deep breath; he could feel his own power of will beginning to be devoured and extinguished.

Snap...

A sound like a match being struck rang out; two golden-red flames appeared in Chen Yan's pupils, completely out of place with the chaotic world.

He took a step forward.

"Where should I go?"

Chen Yan murmured.

The Great Xia, or the Forbidden Land of the Ancient Gods, or perhaps any other place.

He did not know if he could reach them.

Suddenly, a word surfaced in the depths of his mind.

Myriad Image Island.

He opened his mouth, as if he saw someone waiting for him.

At the time of parting, he had told the other person himself to go to Myriad Image Island.

That person had suffered hardships, lost much, and their faith had collapsed.

Chen Yan did not know why he told them to go to Myriad Image Island.

And after Zhang Huizhi was born, Chen Yan had issued him a command.

Go to Myriad Image Island.

But fate played a joke on Chen Yan; when Zhang Huizhi heard the news of the Blood Brand, he abandoned the idea of going to Myriad Image Island.

Because in Zhang Huizhi's heart, the importance of stealing the world's opportunities was paramount.

In Chen Yan's heart, before the future of the human race, his own emotions and desires were not worth mentioning.

He was a machine, a bitter monk who would never look back.

But now.

Myriad Image Island.

This name rushed into Chen Yan's mind so rudely.

Forcibly, guiltily, and unforgettably, it surged into his mind.

"But I am already in another world; even if it is only separated by a thin membrane, I can never make contact with that world..."

Chen Yan whispered:

"But if I were to choose any other place, I do not know."

"Since it can never be reached, that means I am not going for the sake of my own selfish desires."

"I am not selfish, I am not selfish; I, Chen Yan, am of the human race, not Chen Yan..."

"I am Chen Yan, I will never have any emotions of my own..."

"But... no, just let me walk on..."

He took a step forward, walking in the direction he assumed to be correct, not knowing if it was right or wrong.

Countless pale arms pulled at him, sinking him into a deeper layer of chaos.

The next moment, he discovered his legs were dissolving; his flesh and blood turned into tiny insects, burrowing into the ground, only to be chewed up and spat back out by the earth.

Hum!!!

A brilliant golden-red will erupted completely, burning thoroughly within this endless world of chaos.

Hum!!!

At the same time.

Inside the Purple Universe World-Fixing Mirror, in a dim room of the Upper Ancient War Palace.

A pair of tightly closed eyes opened instantly.

Rumble!

The entire Upper Ancient War Palace—no, the entire Purple Universe World-Fixing Mirror began to tremble instantly.

"What is wrong with you?"

Outside the room, the woman in the immortal dress sat upon a throne and furrowed her brows.

"I saw it..." those world-weary eyes flickered.

"I saw it!"

He laughed.

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Hahahaha!"

He seemed as if mad, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Ten thousand years!

We two have fought for ten thousand years, yet after ten thousand years, we must fight one more time because of another person...!

It is the final battle!"

"A bunch of fools, you too, he too; you all wish to refute me, you all wish to refute me, but what qualifications do you have?"

"In heaven and on earth, I am the Supreme!"

Rumble!!!

Under the terrified gaze of the woman in the immortal dress, cracks continuously spread and burst throughout the entire Upper Ancient War Palace.

Inside the Purple Universe World-Fixing Mirror, Lin Yu and the other two, who were still searching for the Soul of the Fate Chapter, suddenly looked around in shock.

"The Purple Universe World-Fixing Mirror is breaking!"

…………

At the same time.

Jin Province.

Hum hum hum!!!

Deep within a certain Mediterranean sea, two golden lights bloomed instantly.

The middle-aged man dressed in white suddenly opened his eyes; Lu Xunyang raised his head, endless confusion appearing in his eyes.

But immediately following, endless unfamiliar memories rushed in.

These memories seemed to have always existed in the depths of his heart; they were his deepest secrets.

Until a certain moment, the confusion and bewilderment in his eyes vanished completely.

In the end, it transformed into endless sorrow and endless rage.

He opened his mouth:

"Has it already begun?"

"Chen Yan."

…………

At the same time.

Somewhere in the human realm.

The handsome monk quietly watched the Retrospection Mirror in his hand, within which a white thread wound and twisted, swimming across the mirror's surface like a fish.

Just at this moment, a trace of pitch-black appeared on the white thread, and the black gradually grew thicker.

The monk's gaze flashed:

"I did not expect it to be so rapid."

He stood up, pushed open the door, and walked toward the courtyard gate; the young monk sweeping the floor looked at the monk and said:

"Abbot, the vegetarian meal will be ready soon."

The handsome monk turned his head and smiled:

"You all eat."

Having said this, he waved his hand, took a step, and flew directly into the clouds.

This scene shocked the sweeping novice so much that he sat on the ground, muttering:

"So the Abbot can fly too."

…………

Forbidden Land of Ancient Gods.

Amidst the endless darkness, low hisses resonated one after another.

Malice swirled like black fog, and the air was filled with the sweet, fishy stench of rust and decay.

The firmament was like a black curtain pressed inward, with pitch-black liquid dripping from it.

Much like a woman giving birth, a colossal entity was constantly rolling above the firmament.

The massive tissues that occasionally appeared were enough to make one's hair stand on end.

If the strongest in the human world were here, they would be able to recognize it.

That colossal entity above the firmament was the Omen Void Sacrifice, one of the five great ancient divine beasts.

But at this moment, the body of the Omen Void Sacrifice seemed to have a hole in it; every time a drop of pitch-black liquid dripped from its body, that massive frame would visibly shrink.

Until finally, three pools of pitch-black liquid appeared on the ground.

And the Omen Void Sacrifice above the firmament vanished.

The three pools of ink-liquid churned, accompanied by the sound of joints popping and cracking.

The ink color faded along the protruding contours; shoulder lines and knuckles gradually appeared, and within a few breaths, they condensed into three people, their robes stained with lingering dark mist.

Two men and one woman stood calmly, but deep within their eyes, there was absolutely no emotion that a human would possess.

Streaks of flowing light drifted over from afar, pouring into the heads of these three people.

Gradually, these three also acquired expressions that only humans possess.

They laughed mechanically, cried mechanically, and mechanically opened their mouths to utter human words that could not form coherent sentences.

But immediately after, their expressions became increasingly vivid and increasingly anthropomorphic, until finally, the words they spoke also carried emotion.

"The beginning has opened."

"The three of us shall enter the human race, and in the shortest time possible, become the strongest of the human race, to become clansmen... lelelelelelele..."

"Become the strongest, incite the eighth-rank blood war..."

"Resurrect Fanni..."

"Resurrect Fanni..."