Chapter 919: Chen Yan

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Pitch-black malice surged upon Chen Yan's physical body.

Like ink, the malice seeped out from the depths of his bone marrow, congealing on Chen Yan's aged skin into rugged, tattered armor.

Black mist, like the aura of death, gradually emerged and swirled around Chen Yan's entire body.

Chen Yan's appearance had not changed, yet he looked like an emperor who had long since sunk into darkness and dead silence.

Every breath he took carried thousands of murmurs and madness.

He sat there like a god-king of the apocalypse, condensing endless evil.

Crack, crack, crack.

Chen Yan moved his body, his head hanging low, as fragments of pitch-black malice crystals fell from his long, pale hair.

Streams of Ancient God auras were still arriving.

The aura on Chen Yan's body became increasingly evil and chaotic.

The cracked wrinkles were filled in by pitch-black patterns, and thorn-like dark marks emerged from his jaw to his temples, like shackles branded by fate.

Chen Yan no longer used his Will Status to suppress the Ancient God Status.

Instead, he protected the Will Status.

He could clearly feel his own consciousness being rudely twisted by the Ancient God Status.

But the existence of the Will Status allowed him to maintain his own clarity.

This was the most critical thing.

If he completely lost his reason, Chen Yan would no longer be Chen Yan.

Instead, he would truly become an Ancient God that made no distinction between friend and foe.

The Will Status was like a spark of fire.

A spark of Chen Yan's rational fire.

"Unity..."

Chen Yan whispered; his voice was no longer clear, but blurred and ragged, like a low growl from the abyss, carrying a chilling evil.

Fanni had not told Chen Yan what exactly 【Unity】 represented.

But she had brought Chen Yan the final memory belonging to Bai E.

She told Chen Yan why the Saint-Breaking Tree had chosen him.

Since Chen Yan began his path of cultivation, he had always believed that the Saint-Breaking Tree was himself.

The Saint-Breaking Tree possessed the same will as he did.

Chen Yan was wrong.

But, he was also right.

Bai E sent the seed of the Saint-Breaking Tree out, not only to Chen Yan, but also to that desperate self from long ago.

Ten thousand years of the human race.

Billions of living beings, billions of wails, billions of desperate hearts.

Spanning ten thousand years of time, yet all possessing the same will.

"Cough!"

Chen Yan gave a dry cough and slowly stood up, his body hunched over.

The malice around his body condensed into substance, as if it could corrode the air and swallow light.

One hundred and thirty-three Ancient God auras arrived, completely merging with the Ancient God Status within Chen Yan's mind.

Even more.

The two statuses, one red and one blue, within Chen Yan's mind were actually beginning to turn into streams of light and converge toward the Ancient God Status.

The Ancient God Status was devouring the Blood Qi and Tempering statuses!

Chen Yan's heart trembled violently.

Although he had never been able to utilize the Blood Qi and Tempering statuses, having the two martial statuses devoured just like that still made Chen Yan feel somewhat incredulous.

At the same time.

Chen Yan could feel it.

Before, the Ancient God Status was not his own, but now the Ancient God Status was gradually and completely merging into his body.

It was completely becoming Chen Yan's own thing.

…………

Central Divine Land.

Chen Fazheng stood still, his expression constantly changing.

After a brief moment of decision, Chen Fazheng waved a hand, and an array condensing the supreme mysteries of the mortal world appeared.

An intense killing intent had already locked onto Chen Yan's location.

Patter.

The sound of footsteps on water rang out.

A flash of an immortal dress appeared on the surface of the lake.

Chen Fazheng narrowed his eyes and looked over:

"Lord of Elements, you aren't here to stop me, are you?"

The person who arrived was none other than the Lord of Elements.

"What do you think?" the Lord of Elements said indifferently.

Chen Fazheng's hair and beard bristled instantly, thunderous rage surging in the depths of his eyes.

"Xia Clan!"

Chen Fazheng was rarely this furious:

"What do you lot think my Chen Clan actually is?!

That brat was previously burdened by the aura of two hundred Ancient Gods, yet you didn't ask or care.

Now that this brat is about to suffer endless agony, you want to stop me from killing him!"

Crack, crack, crack!

Cracks tore open one after another in the void.

Chen Fazheng's fury could no longer be suppressed:

"In your eyes, can the aura of Ancient Gods also be calculated?

If you had that kind of ability, there would have been no Ancient Gods left in the human world long ago!"

The Master of Elements frowned:

"Don't ask me, I don't know either; I am merely following my father's orders to stop you."

Chen Fazheng sneered:

"If your father came in person, he might be able to stop me, but you? Forget it!

As the dignified Master of Martial Dao, can you even beat Lu Xunyang?"

The Master of Elements' eyes were icy cold:

"I might not be able to beat Lu Xunyang.

But just because I cannot beat Lu Xunyang does not mean I cannot stop you."

The next moment.

Tap, tap.

The sound of two sets of footsteps on water rang out.

The Master of Elements looked behind them.

A tall, fat figure and a figure clutching a sword appeared.

"Master of Martial Dao, I, Xuan Yi, have yet to spar with the Master of Martial Dao."

A smile curled at the corners of Xuan Yi's mouth, and fighting spirit surged in the depths of their eyes.

Lord Wuhen stood clutching their sword, their eyes incomparably calm.

The Master of Elements narrowed their eyes.

The next moment.

Splash!

The sound of something hitting the water rang out.

A black-robed figure plummeted down.

The Master of the Universe, covered in black Qi, appeared above the lake.

"Why did you only just arrive?" the Master of Elements barked coldly.

The Master of the Universe did not speak.

But inside, they were already cursing.

They were not a pure Ninth Rank, so entering and exiting the Evil Realm was very strenuous.

"It seems that while it is still unknown whether the Ancient Gods will awaken, several supreme beings of the human race are about to fall."

The Master of the Universe let out a hoarse voice.

Seeing the arrival of the Master of the Universe, Chen Fazheng's deeply lined face turned as cold as frost and snow:

"Brat of the Universe Clan, step back; I do not wish to lay a hand on you."

"I've already come."

The Master of the Universe's voice was low, but a red light flickered on their chest.

The Ninth Rank simulated status had already begun to operate.

Runes of light flickered all over Chen Fazheng's body.

Boom!

Xuan Yi's eyes erupted with wild laughter, and the various powers of Martial Dao within their body erupted in unison.

Hum!

A sword shadow erupted from Lord Wuhen's body.

They simply stood there calmly, yet it was as if a sea of swords stood tall.

At the same time.

Outside the Central Shentu.

A leaf-shaped boat drifted.

Upon it.

The Seventh Dao Child Ying and Ji Chen stood.

Ji Chen looked at the Retrograde Mirror in their hand, upon which several threads of causality were constantly intertwining and changing.

"This is the critical node; the development of events at such nodes often has an absolute impact on the future."

Ying's eyes were indifferent:

"Who do you need me to kill?"

"The Master of Arrays," Ji Chen said calmly.

Ying's eyes flashed wildly: "You overestimate me."

"I will assist you," Ji Chen said with a faint smile:

"Even at the Ninth Rank, at the most critical node, one will reveal the most fatal weakness.

You are the weakest of the Seven Great Dao Children, but you are the strongest assassin of the human race."

Ji Chen closed his eyes, waiting for the moment the node occurred.

Yet, in the very next instant.

Ji Chen opened his eyes and looked at the causal lines changing on the Retrograde Mirror:

"It seems there is no need to strike."

At the same time.

Inside Zhu Ming's body.

"Why do you not commit suicide?"

A cold voice rang out.

Chen Yan slowly raised his head and saw a figure in green robes.

Master Chen stood there calmly, looking at Chen Yan with disappointment.

"Allowing the Ancient God status to grow like this, do you actually think you can contend with the Ancient God status?"

The green robes fluttered, Master Chen stood with his hands behind his back, an invisible longsword swirling faintly in his palm.

He had arrived just like that, his terrifying aura like an abyss or a prison, condensed but unreleased, yet pressing down until the heavens and earth hovered low.

Chen Yan met Master Chen's gaze, deathly energy surging within his pitch-black, chaotic eyes.

"Chen Yuan."

Chen Yan spoke, his voice incomparably low, malice like willow catkins drifting about.

A sense of deathly silence enveloped both himself and Master Chen like a domain.

Master Chen frowned:

"You have already been controlled."

Master Chen pursed his lips; he had not expected such a turn of events to occur.

The hundred-day Ancient God appearance in the outside world, the thousand-day Ancient God appearance in the Evil Realm.

Could the Ancient God mentioned be Chen Yan?

Looking at this enemy and junior whom he admired, a trace of confusion and hesitation actually surfaced in the depths of Master Chen's eyes.

"Why has such a turn of events occurred? It was I who banished you to the Evil Realm.

Could it be that you have become this way all because of me?"

Master Chen's aura was heavy and dejected as he stared blankly at Chen Yan.

"Why did you not listen to me? I told you the truth of the world long ago.

I even promised that I could hand the future Chen Prefecture over to you.

I told you the future was yours, the world was yours,

why did you not listen?

I went to such lengths to wait for a junior to whom I could entrust everything.

Yet you choose to sink into malice."

Master Chen stopped mid-sentence, extending one hand, an invisible sword condensed, carrying the might to cleave the Great Dao.

The world's second divine technique, 【Dao Cleave】!

At this moment.

The entire Evil Realm.

Battles everywhere vanished from sight.

Lu Xunyang, the Master of Xia, the Master of Formations, and the Master of Elements all sensed Master Chen.

They were still obstructing one another.

But Master Chen had already arrived at Chen Yan's side.

To personally strike and exterminate Chen Yan.

It was already too late for them.

Master Chen's appearance was sudden and unexpected.

It did not even attract Zhu Ming's attention.

Inside Zhu Ming's body.

Master Chen looked at Chen Yan, who no longer possessed the aura of the human race:

"Do you know why I am the only person in the world who cultivates this Dao Cleave?"

He closed his eyes:

"Because the creator of this technique is I, Chen Yuan.

Because the Dao Cleave exists.

I, Chen Yuan, am not a Master of Martial Dao, yet I can still slay a Master of Martial Dao!

I had intended to pass this technique on to you."

Chen Yuan's voice was desolate.

The next moment.

The invisible sword descended.

This time, he did not go soft; he did not suppress his own power as he had the last time.

This sword was aimed at Chen Yan's brain, and the Ancient God status within Chen Yan's brain.

At this moment.

The Central Divine Land.

Chen Fazheng closed his eyes, as if unable to bear the sight.

A cold sneer appeared on the corner of Xuan Yi's mouth.

Lord Wuhen remained calm-faced throughout.

The Master of Elements had an icy expression.

The Xia Lord narrowed his eyes and stood with his hands behind his back.

Lu Xunyang was covered in blood, and golden light erupted from his eyes.

The next moment.

Snap!

That sunken emperor reached out with one hand, and the void exploded into a mass of twisted, turbid waves.

Splash!

Chen Yan's palm was sliced open, but it also caused this sword strike to veer off course.

The Chen Lord's pupils constricted, and he was about to strike with his sword again.

Screech!

Chen Yan threw a punch instantly; as this punch was thrown, it was as if hundreds of millions of ancient divine beasts were shrieking in the void.

As this punch was thrown, the Chen Lord's green shirt was suddenly soaked through with ink-like malice.

The gold-thread embroidered cloud patterns disintegrated into fine ashes amidst the corrosion.

The Chen Lord retreated.

Yet Chen Yan's fist had already struck again.

Screech!

In the void, it was as if tens of millions of malicious insects were gnawing their way out from between the warp and weft of the fabric.

The Chen Lord retreated, and pitch-like viscous black mist surged from the jagged tear in his lapel.

The next moment.

Chen Yan struck with a punch.

Boom!

The Chen Lord threw a punch, and the two fists collided.

The Chen Lord's entire right sleeve turned into fluttering charred butterflies.