Chapter 863: With You People, It Is the Human Race's Good Fortune

Boom—!

The lingering power of the explosion still raged, and the firmament was dyed into a purgatory of blood and fire.

Within the entirety of Luo Town, everyone was plunged into a state of dullness and shock.

Chen Yan stood amidst the sea of fire and reached out with a palm once more.

The power of True Martial transformed into a giant hand, grabbing and squeezing the flames that were continuously sweeping outward into the depths of its palm.

With a wave of the giant hand, a fireball condensed from the explosion was tossed by Chen Yan thousands of miles away.

And within Luo Town.

It was covered by silence.

The small pure land of Luo Town was still drifting within the rolling sea of malice, its buildings swaying.

Ruan Qingyu's face was deathly pale, and the sound of sirens rang out in the depths of her mind.

A sense of mortal crisis struck instantly.

Just as she was about to prepare herself, a figure had already appeared beside her.

Thump.

Ruan Qingyu fell to the ground, looking at Chen Yan beside her, unable to speak.

"You..."

Chen Yan looked down at Ruan Qingyu from above:

"Do you have any other means?"

Ruan Qingyu's brain was buzzing; looking at Chen Yan at this moment, her eyes beneath the mask widened.

Immediately, her heart and mind gradually calmed down.

He will not kill me.

Ruan Qingyu roared inwardly.

I am the person sent by Xuan Yi.

My elder sister is the Sixth Dao Child, Ruan Qingwu.

My elder sister is the greatest beauty of the Evil Realm.

I, Ruan Qingyu, am also a supreme beauty.

How could anyone kill me?

It will be fine.

Since Ruan Qingyu entered the Dao, she had experienced many life-and-death crises, but whenever enemies saw her true face, they would always spare her.

She was a work of art, a gift bestowed upon the human world by Heaven.

Ruan Qingyu gripped the corner of her clothes, her face deathly pale beneath the mask, her eyelashes trembling; she suddenly let out a breath, yet her eye sockets turned red, and she hurriedly said:

"The might of the Honored One, Ruan Qingyu admires!"

Ruan Qingyu hurriedly stood up and bowed to Chen Yan:

"Previously, it was Qingyu who was too conceited, failing to face the Honored One with my true appearance."

She reached out her hand, placing one hand against the edge of the mask, intending to remove it.

Swish.

Two slender fingers were already pressed against her pupils; as the stinging pain arrived, Ruan Qingyu screamed out.

"Brother Chen."

A man's voice rang out.

Chen Yan frowned and looked behind him.

He saw a figure wrapped in white light slowly walking from outside Luo Town.

This figure was extremely blurry, only vaguely visible.

It was a somewhat chubby, tall figure.

"Xuan Yi?"

Chen Yan spoke; this was that manifestation of Xuan Yi's consciousness.

Seeing Xuan Yi arrive, Fang Rui, despite how much dissatisfaction he held in his heart, still hurriedly bowed:

"Greetings, Dao Child."

"Greetings, Dao Child!"

"Dao Child!"

Within the entirety of Luo Town.

The living beings prostrated and knelt down one by one, their eyes filled with piety and worship.

Seeing Xuan Yi's manifestation, the Mu Family Head's body trembled, wanting to bow, but was held up by Mu Yanwan at his side.

Mu Yanwan bit her red lips, staring fixedly at Xuan Yi.

Having already pledged her loyalty to Chen Yan, it was impossible for her to bow to another.

Bang!

A Formation Pulse soldier named Peng Linjun took out a formation longsword, stuck it into the ground, gripped the hilt, and looked at Xuan Yi with eyes full of disappointment.

"Dao Child, save me!"

Ruan Qingyu exclaimed; seeing Xuan Yi arrive, it was as if she had seen a savior.

Xuan Yi took all of this into his eyes, then gazed toward Chen Yan:

"Brother Chen has great talent; you and I can be considered to have become acquainted through a clash."

His voice carried a smile as he arrived before Chen Yan:

"Brother Chen, would you be willing to come to my Profound One Dao Fu?

What happened previously can be considered a misunderstanding."

Profound One walked slowly, white light enveloping his tall, stout figure; his silhouette was blindingly bright, and the aura around him pressed down so heavily that the surrounding air stagnated.

It was precisely at this moment.

"Previously, it was indeed a misunderstanding."

An ethereal and pleasant female voice suddenly rang out.

In an instant, a rain of red flowers began to fall from the sky.

A light breeze swirled the red flowers down from the firmament like shattered sunset clouds, carpeting the world in a warm red.

Fang Rui, Mu Yanwan, and the others who had been around Chen Yan all vanished.

Within Luo Town, only four people remained.

Chen Yan, Profound One, Ruan Qingyu, and the woman in the red dress beside Ruan Qingyu.

With her red dress trailing on the ground, the woman in red had brows like distant mountains containing black pigment and eyes like autumn water condensing stars; when the corners of her lips lifted slightly, even the stray hairs at her temples were stained with a heart-stopping allure.

Chen Yan frowned as he looked over, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The woman stood there just like that; none of her individual features looked exceptionally beautiful, yet when put together, they formed an indescribable perfection.

For an instant, Chen Yan felt as if he saw Si Wenyi.

Just looking at him from afar, casting a gaze of blessing but not daring to approach.

Immediately following, the woman's beauty bore an extreme resemblance to Lu Jianxia.

It was as if she were still waiting for him in Ten Thousand Appearances Island, asking him with disappointment and longing why he had deceived her.

In a flash, it was as if San Jin were standing right before him, wanting to speak but hesitating, shy and guilty.

Next, he saw the shadow of Ke Qingxuan; that woman was cold and icy, always standing behind him, saying nothing at all.

In a haze, he saw a field of wheat shimmering with gold, and his little sister Chen Yu running behind him, smiling and waving at him:

"Brother, wait for me."

This was an indescribable beauty, as if he had already seen it before, as if it were an existence within Chen Yan's heart.

The most beautiful things in the world are those one could once possess, yet let slip by, hidden deep within the heart.

The Sixth Dao Child of the Evil Realm, Ruan Qingwu.

To be precise, this was merely a projection of will that Ruan Qingwu had left on Ruan Qingyu.

Chen Yan furrowed his brows.

What is this, is her appearance also a formation?

Or does she actually look like this?

Ruan Qingwu looked at Chen Yan, her lip color surpassing cinnabar, and as her gaze shifted, she spoke as if meeting an old friend:

"My little sister is young and came to find you without my consent; it is my oversight.

Could Brother Chen please spare my little sister for my sake..."

To the side.

Profound One smiled and said:

"Brother Chen's methods are unique, and although your strength is already extremely powerful, you are still some distance away from the true pinnacle.

Why not come to my Profound One Dao Fu to discuss the Dao with me; consider it my way of atoning."

Profound One's voice was amiable.

He inadvertently pointed out that Chen Yan's strength was still inferior to his own, on one hand showing friendship, and on the other, intending to suppress others with power.

Chen Yan's gaze calmed down.

Seeing Chen Yan like this, the panic in Ruan Qingyu's heart gradually dissipated.

She thought Chen Yan would be forced by the pressure to let her go.

Men.

Ruan Qingyu chuckled inwardly; no one who saw her elder sister would ever refuse her.

And now, there was also Profound One applying pressure.

Chen Yan would not dare to do anything to her.

However, as Ruan Qingwu looked at Chen Yan's expression, her own face gradually changed.

Her eyelashes were still stained with charm, but her pupils suddenly lost their luster, her red lips parted slightly, and panic spread in the depths of her eyes.

She was powerful and could guess what the other party was thinking just by looking at their expression.

But now, she could not see through Chen Yan.

And Chen Yan had directly and clearly revealed the indifference that only a master of such formations would possess.

"Brother Chen."

Ruan Qingwu continued:

"Why not come to my Green Mist Dao Fu; Green Mist will apologize in person."

As Ruan Qingwu's voice fell, Ruan Qingyu's expression changed slightly.

"Sister..."

Profound One's brows also furrowed; he remembered very clearly that the Green Mist Dao Fu never invited men to enter.

Yet Ruan Qingwu continued:

"If Brother Chen is dissatisfied, Green Mist will personally come to your door to apologize."

Chen Yan looked indifferently at Ruan Qingwu and Profound One:

"It seems you have been in high positions for too long and have forgotten many things."

For example... the feeling of being rejected."

There is no need to even mention Xuan Yi.

This Ruan Qingwu had always kept a sliver of her own consciousness within her younger sister, yet she did not emerge when she saw Chen Yan was about to die.

She only emerged when she saw her sister was about to die, yet she claimed she did not know the cause and effect.

"Brother Chen!" Ruan Qingwu was suddenly panicked, wanting to continue saying something.

Chen Yan, however, looked toward Ruan Qingyu.

In an instant, Ruan Qingyu's eyes suddenly widened; her body trembled, and she slowly raised her hand.

Her cognition was controlled, but she still possessed a sliver of her own consciousness.

She opened her mouth wide, yet she could not utter a single word.

Until, her slender fingertips pressed against her own temple.

"Chen Yan!" Ruan Qingwu suddenly roared, no longer possessing her previous gentleness.

Xuan Yi's expression also changed drastically, his demeanor turning icy in an instant.

The next moment.

A squelching sound.

Ruan Qingyu's fingers pierced into her own temple.

Accompanied by fresh blood gushing from Ruan Qingyu's temple, her body fell straight to the left, the back of her head hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Very quickly, her eyes lost focus, and the color on her face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until her death, her eyes were filled with despair and fear, as well as intense regret.

"Qingyu!" Ruan Qingwu's shrill voice rang out, and the next instant, this sliver of consciousness dissipated.

"Good!"

Xuan Yi's icy voice rang out.

"You are very good!"

His voice clearly carried an indescribable fury.

This sliver of consciousness also dissipated at the same time.

"The human race having you... is the human race's blessing."

Chen Yan stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.

If the apocalypse were to arrive and the upper echelons of the human race were all beings like Xuan Yi and Ruan Qingwu, then the human race would only collapse from within.

"Why?"

Chen Yan frowned; why would the Master of Arrays let such people become Dao Children?

When Chen Yan employs people, regardless of whether they are strong or not, what he requires is a heart of absolute sincerity.

If these were the people under Chen Yan's command.

Then in the struggle of the Five Races, Chen Yan would have already died a hundred times over.

In reality, in the Creation Realm of the outside world, whether it be the Great Xia or the Five Races, the vast majority view their race as paramount.

This is because, regardless of the Great Xia or the Five Races, they all place extreme importance on the inner character of a martial artist.

Up until now, the majority of those who have betrayed the Great Xia are those from the hidden families.

The Martial Suppression Division might produce traitors, but the Military Department is absolutely impossible.

Why would the Master of Arrays make such a mistake?

Or could it be...

Chen Yan suddenly realized.

Dao Children devour one another; in other words, from the very beginning, six out of these seven Dao Children are merely sacrifices, so their mental state does not matter.

"But if you block my path, I will have no choice but to kill you while I'm at it."

Chen Yan murmured.

At the same time.

Evil Realm, Central Divine Soil.

The surface of the lake stretched to the end of the sky, water vapor drifting into a pale mist that wrapped around the distant mountains.

The entire lake was enveloped by the firmament and distant mountains condensed by an array, like a fairyland that could not possibly exist in the Evil Realm.

At the center of the lake.

An old man in white sat quietly like a boulder, water light congealing in his wrinkles, pale blue spiritual energy circulating around his body, as if he were coexisting with the lake water.

The old man's hair and beard were all white yet he showed no signs of old age; his face was like carved ancient jade, his brow bone high and prominent, with divine might faintly circulating around his body.

Tap, tap...

The sound of footsteps rang out, and ripples appeared on the surface of the lake.

As the old man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was as calm as a deep pool.

Before him appeared a man wearing a dragon robe.

The old man stood up and bowed to the man in the dragon robe:

"Greetings, Master of Blood Qi."

The man in the dragon robe nodded slightly:

"We are both Masters of Martial Dao, there is no need to treat me like this; just call me by my name, Xia Zhiyang."

The old man looked at Xia Zhiyang and said:

"For the Master of Blood Qi to come to me..."

Xia Zhiyang looked at the Master of Arrays:

"Chen Fazheng, I know you have been plotting for a long time; the appearance of the Thousand-Day Ancient God now has surely caused your plan to advance."

The old man named Chen Fazheng had a flicker in his eyes:

"The Master of the Array has not come for the Soul of the Life Chapter, has he?"

"No," Xia Zhiyang shook his head:

"It is the Emperor Fruit."

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Fazheng's eyes:

"The Emperor Fruit is a very important link in my plan."

Xia Zhiyang's gaze darkened slightly:

"I know."

"For whom?" Chen Fazheng asked again, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line, the chill sinking into the depths of his eyes becoming extremely intense:

"Lu Xunyang?

Or you?

Or Xia... the Xia Lord?"

Chen Fazheng thought of that existence, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.

Xia Zhiyang looked directly at Chen Fazheng and said calmly:

"Chen Yan."