Chapter 815: The Great Chess Game of the World

Blood-red light reflects off the firmament.

When the Golden Body Dharma Form raises its blade once more, the entire firmament is stained with the color of blood.

Li Zhiyi's shattered physical body is like a cracked pottery figurine, yet an immortal will transforms into golden threads, wrapping around every wound.

The Blood-Brand blade devours the battlefield's blood-Qi; before the blade-light even emerges, it has already caused the void to tremble.

Hum.

The flickering blood-red light is like a churning sea of blood at the end of the world.

He does not make a sound; under the silent gaze of the world, he raises the long blade in his hand once more, as if he has no sensation, as if he has lost his sanity.

"Damn it, damn it, just die already!!!"

The man in golden armor roars, watching the blood-blade falling from the firmament; at this moment, he can finally hold back no longer.

Are you fucking going to die or not?

Boom!

The blade-Qi transforms into a ten-thousand-foot blood rainbow, and the vine wall hastily formed by the Jizhou Army is torn apart like paper.

Wherever the blade-light sweeps, there is only vast expanse after vast expanse of mangled flesh and blood.

The edges of the shattered earth are covered in severed limbs and fragments, and everywhere are the expressions of men and women filled with extreme terror.

Perhaps a moment ago, they were still roaring internally, mocking Li Zhiyi, who was struggling while on the verge of death.

But the moment the Blood-Brand blade-light brushed past their bodies, they lost the right to think forever.

That blade fell.

There was no heavy, mountain-like might, only an indescribable sharpness.

The power of the Blood-Brand lies in a sharpness so extreme it cannot be defined.

The blood-blade is gripped in the hands of the golden giant; its sharp aura makes the air stagnate, and anything it touches is separated into bone and flesh, shattered into gold and stone; even the clouds of the nine heavens are cleaved in two by a single strike.

Li Zhiyi's body is shattered, and even his eyes are like broken glass, flowing with bloody water.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the remaining Jizhou Army, this person is even more terrifying than this heaven-propping giant.

Even though he will soon shatter and die.

But in this instant, he is like a devil, impossible to forget.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Bastard!"

"How can there be a martial path of the Will Path?!"

Someone cannot bear it and screams, looking at the man who never dies; the nightmare of yesterday is like a flood, about to swallow them again.

That night, that man declared war on Jizhou, slaughtered the Jizhou Divine Phoenix Army, and killed their faith, the Jizhou Lord, with a spear.

He even deterred the five great ancient divine beasts, and even withstood the annihilation of the Chen Lord without dying.

Undying and inextinguishable!

His will is like the hardest steel in the world, never snapping.

Today's Li Zhiyi makes them think of that devil, that God of Slaughter, once again.

They lost their state, lost their sovereign, and lost all their high-level combat power.

Because of the Will Path, they, the Jizhou Army who originally could have held equal status to the armies of the other provinces, are commanded at will by the high-level officials of the other clans and sent to the most dangerous places at will.

Originally, they thought that surrounding and killing the Min Battalion and the Tiger-Dragon Battalion was the easiest mission they had ever received.

But now...

"Great Xia!!!"

A thin Jizhou soldier wearing glasses looks at his comrades shattered beside him and roars like a madman:

"Why, why must you resist? You are nothing but beasts, beasts..."

His voice cracks as he screams: "You should just go die!!!"

Hum!

A streak of blood-red light suddenly falls from the sky; the blade cannot be seen, and the speed cannot be felt.

Swish!

The mouth of this thin, bespectacled Jizhou soldier is still open, his expression still shrill and desperate.

But his body slowly splits in half from the middle.

Hum!

From Li Zhiyi's body, the most brilliant golden-red light suddenly erupts, suppressing the radiance of the great sun.

Almost there!

Forcing down the intense pain in his body, Li Zhiyi's eyes bloom with blood-red light like two blood-suns.

He can feel it.

The true third realm of the Will Path, the breakthrough is about to mature!

What kind of terrifying and shocking realm should that be?

That should be a great miracle in human history; that will be a new chapter in human history.

He looks up at the sky; in the instant before creating the breakthrough, Li Zhiyi finally recovers the memories belonging to Chen Yan.

In the end, he still became another avatar of Chen Yan.

This is not Chen Yan's mistake.

Rather, Li Zhiyi's path on the Will Path has just surpassed the original Chen Yan.

He has taken a step further on the path that Chen Yan blazed.

Because of this extra step, Chen Yan's original methods appear insufficient.

The barrier sealing his memories broke open naturally.

This indicated that this newborn body of Li Zhiyi had nearly completed the task set by Chen Yan.

So swift, yet so arduous.

Among the three newborn bodies, Zhang Huizhi had received the most of Chen Yan's legacy and had even scavenged the fortuitous opportunities and wealth of the entire Ji Province.

He even possessed the greatest aid since Chen Yan's rise: the Saint-Breaking Tree.

Even Zhao Zhugui, whose task was the easiest, had the God-tier Grand Array 【Eternal Tribulation Reversing Blood】 left behind by Chen Yan, and was even mistaken by the Ji Lord, receiving the Ji Lord's teachings all along.

Yet Li Zhiyi had nothing, save for his attainment in the Path of Will.

He started with the worst footing, yet he walked the fastest.

Because, this is Will.

This was what Chen Yan was ultimately, fundamentally, and uniquely skilled in.

It was the foundation of his standing, the reason why he was Chen Yan.

"The Saint-Breaking Tree is my cornerstone, but the Path of Will is my foundation."

Li Zhiyi whispered in his heart; though his physical body was shattered, deep within his heart, an endless, heroic spirit surged.

And now, only the final step remained before a complete breakthrough.

Chen Yan, or rather Li Zhiyi, looked at the Blood Brand in his hand, feeling the boiling killing intent within the blade.

Eighty-seven percent.

These remaining thirty thousand-plus Ji Province troops were enough for the Blood Brand to be born.

"Spare me!"

Within the body of the Blood Brand, that remnant soul shrieked.

At this moment, Li Zhiyi's strands of Will power controlled the other party like needles.

The world only saw that Li Zhiyi was powerful because of the Blood Brand.

Chen Youqing and the other high-level members only knew that Li Zhiyi was merely a blood parasite that would be devoured completely when the Blood Brand was born.

But to him—the divine soul, or even artifact spirit, within this Blood Brand—

He had regretted it the moment he was seized by Li Zhiyi.

This was no blood parasite; this was clearly a ferocious beast waiting to devour people.

He begged for mercy from the outside world at every moment, even choosing another blood parasite, Chen Min.

All just to escape from Li Zhiyi's hands.

But it was simply impossible.

At this moment, Li Zhiyi, with a broken body and a dying soul, struck down his enemies.

Though ruined, his momentum reached its peak.

The Path of Will, at this moment, revealed its endless splendor to the entire world.

If one Chen Yan was a miracle, then what of another, Li Zhiyi?

Within the left eye of the Golden Body Dharma Image, Mu Zigui silently felt Li Zhiyi's struggle.

She had long been speechless.

Anyone could see that Li Zhiyi was merely holding on by force; once Li Zhiyi completely dissipated, the remaining sixteen thousand Great Xia army guards would all die.

Mu Zigui shed tears; Li Zhiyi had already done his best, even exceeding what was humanly imaginable.

But he was not an Array Master.

Chen Youqing's face turned pale, her expression shifting repeatedly.

She felt the changes in the Blood Brand scabbard within her own universe; the birth of the Blood Brand was drawing ever closer.

Eighty-nine percent.

Ninety percent!

Hum!

As the Golden Body Dharma Image raised the long blade in its hand.

A crimson radiance tore through the firmament; the sky shattered like brittle porcelain, and streaks of blood-colored blade marks crisscrossed, leaving even the daylight slashed into fragments.

Ninety-one percent!

As the blood blade swung down, the sharp radiance tore open the void.

Within the space, streaks of blood-colored blade marks suddenly emerged, transforming into spatial rifts.

The edges of the rifts twisted, devouring light, and even the surrounding air currents were pulled into a frenzied vortex, as if to drag the heavens into the fissures.

The changes in the world grew ever greater, and countless sharp blade auras spilled frantically into the surrounding world.

The crimson light grew more surging, more terrifying.

As the blade light descended, large swathes of the Ji Province army had their physical bodies shattered just like that.

The Golden-Armored Man, who had previously thought victory was certain, now had his eyes split open, feeling an infinite, great terror.

The entire world.

More and more gazes looked toward this direction.

In Chen Province, the Chen Lord, dressed in a plain-colored robe, held an ebony chess piece between his fingertips, hovering over the chessboard.

His brows were slightly furrowed; in the end, he cast his gaze toward the direction of Great Xia.

"Dead yet not dead..."

He spoke with deep eyes:

"The rise of Chen Yan still had traces to follow, but this Li Zhiyi is simply a puppet intentionally raised by you..."

His eyes were profound, as if he had seen through the mysteries of the human world:

"Are you too lazy to even act anymore?"

He knew too many of the world's secrets, and he knew how the path of the human world should go.

Just as he said, he was the Gatekeeper of the human race.

Yet he could not understand the Master of Will.

The other party had never even appeared, yet had already been playing a game of chess against him for a long time.

"If you win, you may well dictate the fate of this world, but if you cannot even step past me,

then you will only drag the entire world to its death with you."

Cold light emerged in the eyes of Chen Zhu.

Snap!

A piece fell.

On the wooden chessboard, the remaining pieces were like an unfinished empire; because this piece fell, the situation became increasingly chaotic.