Chapter 921: Ancient God Chen Yan

Mu Yun Hai felt that he was miserable.

No matter from any angle one looked at it, he was extremely miserable.

The current him was already the fifteenth strongest of the human race.

Just when he was riding high, he encountered the thing that made him most desperate.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Mu Yun Hai barked like a dog with a fawning expression.

Endless fear shrouded him completely like a domain of ice, and wisps of malicious willow catkins fell incessantly.

Mu Yun Hai dared not raise his head, his body trembling continuously.

The corner of his eye could only see those thighs wrapped in crystals of malice.

It was as if an evil collective entity was looming directly above Mu Yun Hai's head; the other party could make Mu Yun Hai sink into endless despair with a mere wave of a hand.

At this moment, it was no longer a question of whether he would die or not.

It was a question of how he would die.

As a human powerhouse, Mu Yun Hai had never had such a terrifying moment.

He hung his head, barking like a dog incessantly, and finally, after steeling himself, he said with a trembling voice:

"I, Mu Yun Hai, am willing to serve as an Ancient God Beast; I, Mu Yun Hai, have always... always admired the Ancient God Beasts the most in my life!"

He knelt down:

"Long live the Ancient God!"

His forehead was pressed firmly against the ground, not daring to breathe.

Chen Yan sat alone on the Throne of Malice, lightly twisting his chin with one hand.

He sat with his head bowed, looking like a lonely king ruling over all evil, yet hiding an unknown, fated chronic illness.

The fifteenth strongest of the human race, when facing Chen Yan, could not even muster a shred of courage.

And Chen Yan was currently only the eleventh strongest of the human race.

That's right, the eleventh.

The Ancient God status within Chen Yan's body was at most a replica, completely unable to grant Chen Yan the strength of an Ancient God.

But with the Ancient God status unified with Chen Yan, it made Chen Yan, in a certain sense.

Truly an Ancient God!

At this moment, Chen Yan could clearly feel that the entire Sea of Malice was his domain.

Malice was his breath.

Outside, the collision between Zhu Ming and the Yuanchu Hundun had already vanished.

Chen Yan could feel that the massive Yuanchu Hundun had actually begun to flee.

The other party did not dare to strike at Chen Yan, but it also did not want to submit to Chen Yan.

As for Zhu Ming, such a massive Ancient God Beast was just hovering there within the Sea of Malice.

It didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

It thought it had swallowed a treasure into its belly, but it never expected to welcome a great master.

Moreover, it didn't even dare to flee even if it wanted to.

Even though Zhu Ming's consciousness was no longer clear, the awe of the Ancient God was carved into its very bones.

As for Zhuo He Wumeng.

The woman in black stood beside the throne, not daring to speak.

"Why do you not flee?" Chen Yan's voice was low, like the simultaneous screeching of billions of Ancient God Beasts.

Zhuo He Wumeng lowered her head, her body trembling as she said:

"I dare not."

Zhuo He Wumeng's strength was certainly greater than Chen Yan's.

After all, the other party was a Ninth Rank.

But because Chen Yan possessed the Ancient God status within his body, he held absolute suppression over Zhuo He Wumeng.

Chen Yan's pitch-black pupils churned with chaotic vortices, his brows knit with an inextricable, fated gloom:

"Then why did the Yuanchu Hundun flee?"

"This subordinate will go and annihilate it right now."

Chen Yan waved his hand, and crystals of malice fell with a rustle.

To the side, Mu Yun Hai dared not speak at all.

He could hear Chen Yan and Zhuo He Wumeng talking.

But the voices of the two were like the filthy sound waves produced by endless evil whispers colliding in an instant.

He had no idea what they were saying.

Chen Yan stood up, malice sinking, and his physical body pulled the entire Sea of Malice into an instant upheaval.

The next moment.

Chen Yan reached out one hand.

Boom—!

Outside Zhu Ming's body, pitch-black malice swept through the entire Evil Realm like a torrent.

Screech!

A certain vast, boundless body suddenly shook, as if attracted by an evil black hole, unable to escape.

The next moment.

Splash!

Layer upon layer of whirlpools exploded, and the sea of majestic malice caved inward.

Something was seized by Chen Yan, ignoring the void, and inserted into the body of Zhu Ming.

The next moment.

In Chen Yan's hand, something pitch-black writhed.

It was a tiny octopus, its tentacles spreading like rotting night shadows, its suckers embedded with countless turbid eyeballs.

Uglier than anything.

Yuanchu Hundun.

Only at this moment, every eyeball of the Yuanchu Hundun was flickering with terror, its flesh constantly writhing, afraid of something.

Chen Yan's white hair hung down, his pitch-black eyes staring at the Yuanchu Hundun, and the latter dared not make a single sound.

"Tell me."

Chen Yan spoke slowly, his low, hoarse trembling voice wrapped in ancient whispers, not like sound waves but drilling straight into the marrow.

The body of the Yuanchu Hundun stiffened instantly.

Mu Yun Hai now had the urge to die.

Is this Chen Yan?

No.

Why would an Ancient God be so terrifying?

He began to wonder if his string of dog barks just now had been substandard.

Chen Yan continued:

"Why did you flee?"

He stared at the Yuanchu Hundun in his palm.

The Yuanchu Hundun crawled on Chen Yan's palm, already completely afraid to make a single sound.

It was hard to imagine that this was one of the five Great Ancient God Beasts, the Yuanchu Hundun.

Back then, Chen Yan launched a surprise attack on Jizhou.

The opponent had appeared directly before the world, intending to strike at the human race.

Now, it was truly like a little octopus that could die at any moment.

Chen Yan continued to speak:

"Tell me, what is your plan, and why did you come to the Evil Realm?"

Chen Yan's voice rang out, and Mu Yun Hai gritted his teeth, as if countless invisible tentacles were churning in his cranial cavity, making him want to die.

In Chen Yan's palm, the Yuanchu Hundun trembled and emitted a rustling sound.

Its tentacles writhed constantly, just like a pug trying to please its master.

The Yuanchu Hundun told Chen Yan a great deal of information all at once.

Chen Yan's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of surprise emerged in his heart.

The three human forms of the Unmanifest Void Sacrifice, Zhang Xing, and Chen Liuyi had all integrated into the human forces.

Chen Yan summarized the most critical information.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xing, who now guarded Xiaoyang for the Great Xia, was actually a clone of an Ancient God Beast.

"Can the Unmanifest Void Sacrifice still be unified?" Chen Yan continued to ask.

In his palm, the Unmanifest Void Sacrifice writhed.

It could.

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly:

"I have sensed the Lord of Will."

At the same time.

Both the Yuanchu Hundun and the Turbid Core Wumeng shuddered.

Chen Yan looked into the distance, his pitch-black, turbid eyes absorbing all light like a black hole:

"He is staring at me; he is inside the body of Li Zhiyi."

Chen Yan inadvertently revealed a great secret and looked at the Yuanchu Hundun:

"Go unite with the Unmanifest Void Sacrifice and kill Li Zhiyi."

The malice in Chen Yan's palm boiled like thick soup.

Screech!

The Yuanchu Hundun let out a wail.

Its flesh was being dissolved by Chen Yan; half of the little octopus was melted by the malice in Chen Yan's palm.

Chen Yan threw it away casually, and the Yuanchu Hundun, with only half left, was tossed onto the ground by him at will.

"Kill Li Zhiyi and come see me, otherwise don't even think about getting this half of your flesh back."

Chen Yan's voice was low.

The half-octopus glanced at Chen Yan in terror, then immediately writhed away, leaving Chen Yan's sight.

And in Chen Yan's palm, the other half of the Yuanchu Hundun's flesh remained.

Chen Yan looked up, his gaze passing through Zhu Ming's body to look at the high sky.

At this moment.

Chen Yan saw it even more clearly.

That pitch-black canopy was a membrane.

A very thin layer of membrane.

Within the entire Sea of Malice, six Continent-Bright Cities act like nails, pinning this membrane above the Evil Realm.

Chen Yan took a step forward, and the physical body of Zhu Ming shattered abruptly.

Yet the massive Zhu Ming did not dare to let out a single wail.

As Chen Yan stepped through the air, space cracked like a mirror, and the tide of malice parted spontaneously, paving a path to the heavens for him.

Until Chen Yan arrived beneath the sky curtain, clearly sensing this layer of membrane.

Can I return?

Chen Yan whispered in his heart, his hand wrapped in malice reaching upward.

The next moment.

Hum!

Within the Evil Realm.

In six places separated by vast distances, beams of light erupted abruptly.

Layers of radiance covered the area beneath the sky curtain, then converged toward where Chen Yan was, suppressing him from above.

Chen Yan reached out a hand, colliding instantly with this force.

Boom!

A terrifying roar exploded, as if the suppression force of the entire Five Clans had descended.

Chen Yan sank, unable to tear through the membrane.

The Human Clan is preventing the Ancient Gods from entering the outside world.

In an instant, Chen Yan felt a sense of being gazed upon.

The Xia Lord, the Master of Formations, and Xuan Yi locked onto Chen Yan once again.

Chen Yan waved a hand, and a pitch-black throne condensed from the void, its form like ten thousand beasts coiled together.

Chen Yan sat down slowly.

"Since I cannot go out, then I shall unify all the Ancient God Beasts under heaven."

He whispered aloud, waved a hand, and waves of malicious pressure instantly spread out, vibrating continuously.

The next moment.

Caw!

The entire Evil Realm trembled!

Hundreds of millions of Ancient God Beasts raised their heads from the Sea of Malice, their ferocious skulls lowered, squeezing out pious hisses from their throats.

Rumble!

The Sea of Malice stirred up ten-thousand-foot waves, and the phantoms of countless Ancient God Beasts emerged from the surges, kneeling and roaring.

The massive physical body of Zhu Ming wandered within the Sea of Malice beneath the throne, whimpering like a loyal dog.

Central Divine Soil.

Endless killing intent erupted in the eyes of the Master of Formations; as he took a step forward, he paused again.

Boom!

Surrounding the Central Divine Soil, pitch-black fissures spanned a thousand miles, and majestic malice poured down like a waterfall.

He had lost his perception of Chen Yan.

The entire Sea of Malice was blocking his aura of life and death.

"The Thousand-Day Ancient God appears; is it you, Chen Yan, who has appeared?!"

Chen Fazhen growled, no longer able to remain calm.

At the same time.

The outside world.

Caw!

Caw!

Caw!

Within the Five Clans, Great Xia, the Forbidden Land of Ancient Gods, and the Endless Ocean.

Ancient God Beasts lurking in every corner of the world seemed to sense a summoning power, roaring toward the sky, their voices shaking the nine heavens!

Upon the throne, Chen Yan lowered his eyes.

His pitch-black fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest, and the entire Evil Realm trembled in response.

PS: One chapter. I'm too tired to carry on, brothers, just one chapter today.