Chapter 917: Please Father, Accept Death

Wisps of ancient god aura, black as ink, arrived just like this.

Like swimming snakes, they burrowed into Chen Yan's body.

"Why?"

Chen Yan's gaze was calm; he could feel the ancient god status within his mind growing continuously.

His will status fluctuated incessantly, yet it was suppressed by the ever-strengthening ancient god status.

Such a crisis had arrived so suddenly.

Yet, there was no panic in Chen Yan's eyes.

His Dao heart was already incomparably firm, knowing that panic at this moment was the thief within his heart that would most easily kill him.

It was just that.

Chen Yan held a strong question in his heart.

Why?

The ancient god status was sent by Fanni.

In the eyes of everyone in the world, this was an ancient god about to awaken, obliterating a future enemy.

But Chen Yan knew that the Fanni who had awakened that time carried the last shred of their rationality.

They did not intend to kill Chen Yan.

They were delivering their final entrustment to Chen Yan.

They had clearly spoken two words to Chen Yan.

【Convergence】.

This was the thing Chen Yan could not fathom.

But the 【Convergence】 that Fanni spoke of must have a connection to the ancient god status the other party had sent to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan could not figure it out.

But what Chen Yan could be certain of was that Fanni had not harmed him.

But now...

The minor tide had arrived, and the ancient god status was actually absorbing the nearby ancient god aura.

This brought Chen Yan an unimaginable crisis.

Crack!

A faint cracking sound rang out; a bloodstain split open between Chen Yan's brows, and pitch-black veins spread across his entire face like a spiderweb.

Crack, crack, crack!

Countless fissures permeated Chen Yan's physical body, and Chen Yan's Qi began to fluctuate.

The originally incomplete status was now like a famished abyss, madly devouring the surging ancient god aura.

For every wisp absorbed, the status grew a fraction more solid, while Chen Yan's physical body crumbled an inch in tandem.

Fifteen strands.

Twenty strands.

Thirty strands.

Chen Yan lowered his head, and his own consciousness began to grow hazy.

A trace of confusion and panic finally appeared in his eyes.

This was not an expression that would appear on Chen Yan at this time, but rather the powerful ancient god status dominating Chen Yan's emotions.

Hum, hum, hum!

The will status vibrated madly, erupting continuously, struggling to suppress the increasingly powerful ancient god status.

It even transformed from the shape of a blood saber into blood-red chains, binding the eyeball-shaped ancient god status.

Chen Yan was struggling for his own survival as if his life depended on it.

Or, should he recall Li Zhiyi now?

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes.

Should he summon those three newborn bodies of Li Zhiyi?

If he regained the will domain, Chen Yan might be able to suppress the ancient god status.

But a greater problem emerged.

Once Chen Yan recalled the three newborn bodies, if he were still infected by the ancient god status.

What should he do then?

This true body of Chen Yan was, in itself, a sacrificial pawn in Chen Yan's plan.

It was only the fact that the Chen Lord did not kill him that changed Chen Yan's plan.

If Chen Yan, along with the three newborn bodies, were infected together.

Then everything belonging to Chen Yan would vanish.

The path of will would completely disappear from the human world.

This was the most critical problem.

Furthermore.

Chen Yan's entire body was overflowing with violent malice.

Fanni had gifted Chen Yan the ancient god status; they must have known that the ancient god status could attract more ancient god aura during the tide.

The world only knew that the two ancient gods were the nightmare of the human race.

But Chen Yan knew that they were actually corrupted, human beings whose consciousness had been worsened.

They, perhaps, possessed ten thousand years of suffering and vigil.

They brought Chen Yan the Saint-Breaking Tree, brought Chen Yan the Realm Fruit, and brought Chen Yan this Ancient God Status.

Chen Yan's body trembled violently in the darkness, each new surge of Ancient God aura piercing his bone marrow like a red-hot iron awl.

He hunched his back and knelt on the sticky wall of flesh, his white hair soaked with cold sweat and plastered against his cracked forehead.

In an instant.

Hundreds of millions of crazed ravings resounded in Chen Yan's mind.

At this moment, two choices appeared in Chen Yan's heart.

To choose to believe in himself.

To let the three newborn bodies come and merge with him.

Or...

To believe in Fanni, this cruel Ancient God who had suppressed the human race for ten thousand years.

Within Chen Yan's consciousness appeared those non-human eyes filled with ten thousand years of loneliness.

Choose.

Choose.

Chen Yan's best choice now was to consume the Realm Fruit and once again accept the memories of Bai E.

Chen Yan knew that the truth of everything lay within those memories.

However, there was no time left.

Even though Chen Yan now grasped a few mysteries of the Status, which could greatly shorten the time to absorb the memories.

It would still not be short enough for Chen Yan to survive this catastrophe.

More and more Ancient God auras attacked.

The fiftieth.

The fifty-fifth.

It seemed as if they were endless.

Cough, cough!

Chen Yan suddenly began to cough violently, fine black crystals floating in the blood he spat out.

"Perhaps I have one last choice."

Chen Yan whispered, the Will Status in his mind, which had transformed into chains, flashing with bright light.

Self-detonation!

To commit suicide here!

The Will Status might not be able to suppress the Ancient God aura, but a momentary self-detonation could shatter this Ancient God Status.

And Chen Yan's original body would also completely turn into ashes and dissipate.

"Self-destruction is the best choice."

Chen Yan's pupils were gradually being corrupted by pitch black.

This was his final thought.

But if he committed suicide, would it ruin Fanni's final hope?

What exactly did this Ancient God Status represent?

And what did that 【Unity】 mentioned by Fanni mean?

Chen Yan darkened his eyes and lowered his head, his pale long hair also covered by a layer of greenish-gray, filthy malice.

"If this is your arrangement, at least... tell me something."

Chen Yan whispered to the void.

The plan to summon the newborn bodies was rejected by Chen Yan.

Now, Chen Yan only had two final choices left.

Either accept the invasion of the Ancient God Status and become a scourge to the human race.

Or, commit suicide here and let this scourge disappear completely.

At the same time.

Throughout the entire human world.

The Evil Realm, the Outer Realm.

Gaze after gaze looked over.

Yu Province.

"How could it be like this?" The Master of Elements in a colorful dress looked at Zhang Huizhi:

"Why would it be like this?"

Zhang Huizhi sat calmly in meditation and shook his head slightly:

"If the original body cannot control it, he will self-destruct."

The Master of Elements frowned:

"Having finally cultivated to the eighth realm of True Martial, is he really going to self-destruct?"

Zhang Huizhi was silent.

The Master of Elements fell silent.

Perhaps, Chen Yan's self-destruction was the best choice.

Chen Prefecture.

The Lord of Chen, who had been playing chess alone, suddenly stood up.

He took a single step, his figure vanishing from where he stood; when he reappeared, he was already hovering above the Sea of Endless Malice.

He had arrived.

"If you cannot choose, then let me choose for you."

There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

As the one blocking Chen Yan's path, who was more eager than he for Chen Yan to surpass him?

Yet, a sudden change had occurred at this moment.

Even he had not expected it.

He did not wish to see this scene; he was still thinking that perhaps one day in the future.

Chen Yan would exhaust everything, only to die by his own sword.

Or.

One day in the future.

Chen Yan would slay him, and under his final gaze, walk toward the unknown ahead.

Both of these futures, he, Chen Yuan, could accept.

But not this.

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, took a step, and walked toward the Sea of Malice.

…………

Within a corner of the world in the Evil Realm.

The Lord of Xia appeared, dressed in ink-colored robes, a cold glint flickering in his world-weary eyes.

"You intend to stop me?"

The Lord of Xia's voice was like an abyss or a prison, carrying immense majesty.

Roar!

A dragon's roar shook the heavens, and golden light manifested before him, transforming into a man in dragon robes.

Xia Zhiyang's eyes were calm:

"Father, I have wanted to negate everything about you my entire life.

I have always sought an opportunity to tell you in person..."

Xia Zhiyang stared at the Lord of Xia, brilliant golden light erupting from his eyes:

"You are wrong."

The Lord of Xia was clad in black, his powerful aura pressing the world into silence, his eyes deep as if hiding ten thousand tons of weight, his presence imposing without effort:

"Yet you have walked my path."

"Yes." Xia Zhiyang nodded:

"Just as Father walked my path to create the Horizontal Refining.

I, Xia Zhiyang, will also defeat Father on the path Father is most proud of."

Xia Zhiyang bowed with his hands folded, his dark-colored sash hanging down, the divine light around his body slightly restrained, showing not a hint of arrogance.

Crack.

A rift appeared in the void of the Evil Realm.

A man dressed in white with short white hair stepped out.

Lu Xunyang's aura was as dense as an abyss, his every movement filled with the composure and restraint of the pinnacle of martial arts, and he likewise bowed to the Lord of Xia.

"I hope Father can grant me this opportunity." Lu Xunyang's voice was resonant, carrying a strong sense of dominance.

He was a true Martial Arts Grandmaster, every bone and muscle imbued with the essence of the Dao.

The Lord of Xia narrowed his eyes:

"He is about to become an Ancient God, and you still wish to protect him?"

Lu Xunyang spoke calmly:

"He calls me Master Lu; he is my disciple, my comrade-in-arms, and also my confidant."

Chen Yan's martial arts began from the afternoon he witnessed Lu Xunyang's statue.

Chen Yan's breakthrough awakening was chosen by Xia Zhiyang, who was the Prefecture Bright.

Chen Yan's Horizontal Refining was the result of walking the path of Xunyang.

Chen Yan's quest was fought side-by-side with Xue Qi.

Chen Yan's rise was achieved standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Lu Xunyang.

Lu Xunyang, Xue Qi, and Xia Zhiyang had always been the same person.

A golden dragon shadow emerged on Xia Zhiyang's body:

"If Chen Yan cannot control it, he will make the best choice himself.

Father, it is best not to interfere."

The Lord of Xia's eyes were cold:

"Xia Zhiyang!

You are the son I have looked down upon most in my life; your entire life has been spent on the wrong path, and your entire life has been negated by me.

Yet you are like a fool, dreaming every day that you can defy me!"

The Lord of Xia raised his head, revealing a mocking expression:

"How could I have such a useless offspring as you!"

Xia Zhiyang's eyes were calm.

A trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Lu Xunyang's mouth as he clenched his fists:

"If I could personally beat Father into clumps of minced meat, and then have Father deny me, perhaps that would be even more dramatic."

He raised his head, endless tyranny emerging in his eyes:

"Lu Xunyang, I invite Father to die!"

Xia Zhiyang slapped the space, and in an instant, a dragon shadow drifted out, transforming into a barrier that shrouded the heavens and earth, surrounding the three of them.

"Arrogant trash!"

The Xia Lord let out a low shout and struck out the very next instant.