Chapter 920: Turbid Core, Wu Meng

The next moment.

Pfft!

Chen Zhu thrust a sword into Chen Yan's chest.

Sss, sss, sss!

Pitch-black markings spread along the blade of the intangible longsword, gnawing toward Chen Zhu.

The Ancient God Status quaked.

It seemed to be transforming Chen Zhu into an indescribable thing.

Chen Zhu frowned and reached out with one hand.

Deep within Chen Yan's mind, the Ancient God Status quaked.

The next moment.

A Status in the form of an eyeball was snatched directly out of Chen Yan's body by Chen Zhu.

This eyeball contained endless evil, staring at Chen Zhu just like that.

Boom!

Chen Zhu's fingertips suddenly shattered, and the pitch-black markings spread up from the wound like a spiderweb; beneath the green robes, the flesh withered and rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hoo, hoo..."

A broken gasp squeezed from Chen Zhu's throat, and the shattered right hand squeezed instantly.

Crack, crack, crack!

Cracks suddenly appeared on the Ancient God Status.

Caw!

Millions of whispers exploded instantly.

Chen Zhu's gaze, sharp as a sword, was eroded by murky mist, and the right side of his face was covered in thorn-like dark marks, as if countless maggots were squirming beneath the skin.

Chen Zhu's eyes began to wither, eroded by the Ancient God Status, yet a look of bewilderment emerged within them.

He was being suppressed by the Ancient God Status.

But his power was also about to tear the Ancient God Status apart directly.

In the Central Divine Land, Chen Fazheng watched with trembling eyes.

It was as if he were recognizing Chen Zhu for the first time.

"Resisting the suppression of the Ancient God Status head-on, and shattering the Ancient God Status?"

Chen Fazheng's voice was somewhat stunned.

Even if that was not a complete Ancient God Status.

But for Chen Zhu to be able to shatter the Ancient God Status while in such close-range contact with it.

This was terrifying.

Chen Zhu did not possess strength in the path of will.

At the same time.

"Not right..."

Chen Zhu suddenly made a hoarse, grating sound.

"Chen Yan..."

Chen Zhu was developing toward an indescribable state, yet he emitted sounds of uncertainty.

The world did not know what he was thinking at this moment.

Only, the next moment, coldness emerged once again in Chen Zhu's eyes.

"If you can't even surpass me, what qualification do you have to destroy the Ancient Gods!"

Chen Zhu suddenly roared:

"Yu Changsheng is me, Chen Changyuan is me, and Chen Yuan is also me.

Chen Yan, I am your ancestor, and also the high wall you can never escape in your entire life!"

Chen Zhu shrieked:

"Your entire life will be suppressed by me; this is your fate!"

The next moment.

Chen Yan threw a punch.

Boom!

This punch struck Chen Zhu directly in the chest.

Pshhh!

The flesh on Chen Yuan's chest, already rotted by the Ancient God Status, exploded.

The next instant.

Boom!

Chen Yan's second punch smashed into Chen Zhu's jaw, and the thorn-like malicious dark marks spread along with the force of the punch.

The skin and flesh on Chen Zhu's face peeled off in flakes like dried clay, revealing the ghastly jawbone beneath, soaked through with malice.

Boom, boom, boom!

Chen Yan's hunched body suddenly lunged, his gray-white hair carrying crystallized fragments of malice as he exploded forward.

Striking directly at Chen Zhu!

Crack, crack!

Chen Zhu's spine emitted a sound of unbearable shattering, and broken bone shards mixed with visceral fragments pierced out from his back.

The next moment.

Master Chen's physical body was blasted away, collapsing into a mire of turbid, filthy malice within Zhu Ming's body.

In the void, willow-catkin-like pitch-black malice emerged, and streaks of corroded black cracks appeared.

Master Chen gasped for air, his physical body undergoing distortion and beginning to shatter.

Chen Yan hunched his body, enveloped in armor made of pitch-black malice.

He hung his head, his white hair like a waterfall, emitting black smoke as he slowly stepped forward.

That Ancient God Status extracted by Master Chen slowly merged into Chen Yan's body.

"Chen Yan..."

Master Chen gasped violently:

"Like this, I look down on you."

Chen Yan looked toward Master Chen, chaotic vortexes churning in the depths of his pitch-black pupils.

With every step he took, turbid waves like asphalt churned beneath his feet, corroding the void and forming streaks of cracked, scorched marks.

The Domain of Malice instantly enveloped Master Chen, intending to swallow him up abruptly.

The next moment.

Splash!

A pitch-black, slender hand emerged from within Master Chen's body.

Immediately following, another hand appeared.

A graceful figure emerged from Master Chen's body just like that.

It was a woman wearing a black dress.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, but her entire body exuded turbid malice.

The woman reached out with one hand, and the malice inside Master Chen's body instantly flowed out like black liquid, which she swallowed into her belly.

This scene appeared suddenly.

In the Central Shentu, Chen Fazheng's eyes flashed wildly.

"Zhuo He Wumeng!"

He had once cooperated with Zhuo He Wumeng to kill the Master of True Intent.

Chen Fazheng was extremely familiar with this figure.

But he had not expected this.

Zhuo He Wumeng, who had vanished for a thousand years, was actually inside Master Chen's body.

This woman in the black dress was none other than the fifth greatest Ancient God Beast of the outside world.

Zhuo He Wumeng!

Also, according to legend, the only Ancient God Beast to have ascended to the Ninth Rank!

The malice inside Master Chen's body vanished, and the next moment, his physical body actually recovered rapidly.

【Dao Slash】: Slash Life, Slash Death, Slash Time, Slash Space!

Master Chen's expression was ugly:

"Kill him."

He was clearly speaking to Zhuo He Wumeng.

Yet, the woman in the black dress frowned and looked at Master Chen:

"You should flee; I cannot strike against an Ancient God."

As the woman spoke, she bent her legs and knelt before Chen Yan.

"Zhuo He Wumeng pays respects to the Master!"

Chen Yan stood there.

The space around his body suddenly collapsed, and space trembled.

Zhuo He Wumeng buried her head even lower.

Master Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Yan.

"Chen Yan."

His lips moved, and the disappointment in his eyes grew increasingly intense:

"You have disappointed me to the extreme."

The next moment.

Splash.

Master Chen's figure instantly dissipated.

"Chen Yuan."

Chen Yan murmured, his voice sounding like a blurred delirious whisper rolling from the depths of his throat.

Before him, Zhuo He Wumeng trembled all over, not daring to lift her head.

"Master, if I strike, I can trade my own life for the death of Chen Yuan."

Chen Yan did not speak.

He simply sat down calmly; beneath him, the malice automatically condensed into a throne, looking quite desolate.

"No need."

Chen Yan murmured, casting a glance toward the void.

The next moment.

The Ancient God Status trembled.

The gazes from the four corners of the Evil Realm were all severed by Chen Yan.

Even the Xia Lord could no longer perceive Chen Yan.

Zhuo He Wumeng dared not speak.

Chen Yan, however, spoke in a deep voice:

"Chen Yuan, he fought a bit too fake."

In an instant.

Zhuo He Wumeng raised her head, a look of uncertainty and shock appearing in the depths of her eyes.

"Master, has your own consciousness truly not been corrupted?"

This was the most shocking thing.

Zhuo He Wumeng had thought that Chen Yan's own consciousness had been completely occupied by the Ancient God status.

Looking at him now, it seemed it had not.

Chen Yan did not speak.

He only knew that just now, Chen Yuan had indeed come to kill him.

But the moment Chen Yuan made contact with the Ancient God status, he seemed to have seen something.

What the other party saw.

In that instant, he had actually produced a variety of emotions: disbelief, loneliness, disappointment, and pain.

He had simply made a choice in that instant.

When he left, there was nothing left but a resignation-like pain.

Chen Yan did not know.

From that moment on, the way Chen Yuan looked at him had changed completely.

The other party was yearning for something.

Yearning for...

Death?

Release?

Or, to sink into endless despair.

Chen Yuan...

Chen Yan lowered his head, and the crystal fragments falling from his white hair traced dark trajectories in the void.

Intense terror appeared in Zhuo He Wumeng's eyes, and she dared not breathe.

"Tell me, who are you?" Chen Yan asked in a low voice.

Zhuo He Wumeng's body trembled; even as a Ninth-Rank Ancient God Beast, she could not resist Chen Yan's pressure.

"I am... I am his wife."

Zhuo He Wumeng's expression turned somber.

Chen Yan's eyes were calm, yet it was as if he had already seen those years of the past.

The Chen Lord had once wanted to let Chen Changyuan swallow the Ancient God status, and then suppress Chen Changyuan.

To create the first artificial Ancient God.

Chen Yan had originally felt this idea was too bold.

But looking at it now.

Chen Yuan had clearly already experimented with it.

Letting his own wife possess Zhuo He Wumeng, one of the five great Ancient God Beasts.

And, although Zhuo He Wumeng was an Ancient God Beast, she possessed the consciousness of a human.

Back then, the union of Chen Changyuan and the Dream Ancient God Beast had followed the same path.

So, everything had already been tested by the Chen Lord.

The next moment, Chen Yan waved his hand lightly.

His command was issued in an evil whisper, and Zhuo He Wumeng understood instantly, her figure vanishing from sight.

The next moment.

Clatter.

Before Chen Yan, the void seemed to open like a dark portal.

A figure wearing silver battle armor was tossed in by Zhuo He Wumeng as if he were trash.

Indignation appeared in Mu Yun Hai's eyes, but when he raised his head and saw Chen Yan.

Endless fear flashed through the depths of his eyes.

The next moment.

Mu Yun Hai crawled to Chen Yan's feet like a dog, trembling as he raised his head.

"Woof!"

Mu Yun Hai let out the loudest dog bark of his life.

At the same time.

Outside the Central Divine Land.

On the leaf boat.

Ji Chen put away the Retrospection Mirror and waved his hand:

"It seems you don't have to die today."

Ying furrowed her brows:

"Cause and effect are constantly changing; is this Retrograde Mirror actually accurate?"

"It is accurate," Ji Chen said with a smile:

"But some figures are inherently extremely powerful, making their cause and effect difficult to calculate.

That is why I exist, to make cause and effect appear as it should."

Ying's expression was calm as he looked at Ji Chen:

"You are an Eternal, why do you care about these things?"

Ji Chen sighed:

"The human race is about to be wiped out; if I want to live eternally, where would I even go to do so?"

Ying was silent for a long time before asking again:

"Does the human race still have hope?"

"Nonsense, if there were no hope, why would I be running around here?" Ji Chen glanced at Ying sideways:

"I won't let you die in vain; at the very least, when you die, you will see that glimmer of the morning sun about to appear."

Ying nodded:

"That is enough.

And what about you?"

"Me..."

Ji Chen fell silent:

"I don't seem to see my thread of cause and effect continuing to grow.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

Having enjoyed myself for several thousand years, that is already enough."