Chapter 926: Go Back

Silence.

Across the entire Sea of Malice, the stench of blood stirred up by corpses drifted.

The deaths of a million penal laborers were like the snap of a finger.

No one dared to look back to catch a glimpse of even a corner of that existence's garment.

They only knew that filth and evil had once swept across this world.

Splash, splash.

The Sea of Malice began to churn once more.

Boat-leaves bobbed up and down upon the pitch-black ocean like withered twigs and leaves.

It was as if nothing had happened.

No one dared to speak.

Finally, someone plucked up the courage to let out a hoarse wail.

"Go back, go back."

It was a fifteen-year-old boy; he trembled all over, the rationality in his eyes long lost, his remaining humanity struggling against a maddened consciousness.

"Go back!"

He stood out, not knowing what this sentence he had spoken would bring.

It was as if a faint candle flame had been ignited in a cold, dead-silent world.

His voice carried out, heard by all the trembling, fearful rebels.

Heard by these millions of already desperate Filthy-Blood Human Race.

"Go back!"

"Go back!"

"Go... go back."

People murmured, their voices gradually growing louder.

Their reason only allowed them to blindly follow along and say these two words.

Above this grotesque, dark Sea of Malice.

Finally, someone ignited the will to live.

Finally.

Hum!

A special power emerged from someone's body; this was the immense potential born from the will.

As he gave birth to vitality once more, it ignited.

Hum, hum, hum!

More and more Will Warriors appeared.

It was as if, at this moment, they had ushered in a true rebirth.

"Go back."

Mu Yanwan spoke hoarsely, her body assuming awkward postures as if just thawed.

The power of will acted like a warm hue, driving the coldness within her body away.

"This is the power of Venerable Chen Yan."

Mu Yanwan spoke tremblingly.

Even though she had just encountered the greatest terror in the human world.

Yet when she uttered the two words "Chen Yan," she was no longer so afraid.

This was faith.

A most devout power.

Someone heard her voice.

Chen Yan.

The existence who, upon ascending, drew the suppression of Ancient Gods.

The existence who slaughtered a supreme Ancient God-Beast before the eyes of the world.

People remembered that person.

A strange power propelled them to flee this place.

Mu Yanwan, however, suddenly looked back.

She felt, all of a sudden, that something was summoning her.

That was the decree from a god.

She jumped onto a solitary boat-leaf and drifted toward the depths of the Sea of Malice.

"You felt it too?"

Peng Linjun nodded tremblingly, the terror in his eyes resurfacing.

A terrifying existence was summoning him from the depths of the malice.

He dared not go.

Yet in the next instant, he, like Mu Yanwan, drifted toward the depths of the malice.

People saw their backs and only thought they were mad.

These two went against the flow of the world, walking toward the most evil abyss.

Finally.

The Pitch-Black Wang Ting lay prone among the murky waves like a hideous giant beast.

The Wang Ting stood there just like that, its undulating pitch-black peaks like the claws and fangs of ancient beasts facing the firmament.

This was a forbidden land beyond description, a God-Fallen Abyss where no living soul could set foot.

Buildings composed of cylinders, cones, and polygons were inverted and twisted, forming a bizarre aesthetic that did not belong to this era.

Mu Yanwan and Peng Linjun were pushed forward by an invisible force, walking into the Wang Ting; with every step, they could hear the creaking sound of their spines under unbearable strain.

Finally, they went deep inside.

They discovered with horror an old man wearing silver battle armor, kneeling at the entrance of the Wang Ting.

That old man's eyes were bloodshot, as if he were a stone sculpture, his eyes filled with the most intense terror and piety.

That seemed to be...

Mu Yun Hai?

Mu Yanwan and Peng Linjun's hearts were shaken.

Tap, tap, tap!

As they continued to penetrate deep into the Wang Ting, the sound of their footsteps turned into hoarse whispers that kept exploding within their brains.

Finally, in the deepest part of the Wang Ting, they vaguely saw that figure.

He, sitting alone upon the Throne of Malice, was the Lord of Omen covered in black mist.

His thin, withered fingers stroked the armrests of the throne, as if he were toying with the terror of the world.

The crystallized armor of malice constantly peeled off and regenerated, revealing an aged face covered in thorny dark marks beneath it.

He was the fallen emperor, having unsealed the ban of tens of thousands of years, revealing himself to the world at this moment.

Peng Linjun's brain had already crashed, standing rooted to the spot like a stone pillar.

The rationality belonging to him was gradually disappearing; even as madness emerged, it could not make the sound of his breathing a fraction louder.

Mu Yanwan's heart surged with a final bit of courage as she looked toward that face.

Her pupils were dilated, her gaze unfocused and stuck in mid-air, her lips slightly parted but unable to make a sound.

She met that pair of chaotic vortices.

Mu Yanwan seemed to have returned to the past.

That day.

She was at the settlement of the Law Enforcers, seeing that person for the first time.

She personally came to White Village to welcome that person to Luo Town.

She imagined that person as a deity from a novel, but was met with disdain from her grandmother.

Finally, that person revealed a posture like a deity before her.

She saw with her own eyes that person go straight up, suppressing Luo Town and making the Prefecture Master Fang Rui submit.

She saw with her own eyes that person kill the Dao Child's own sister.

She saw with her own eyes that person ascend and destroy an extremely powerful ancient divine beast.

"Heh heh heh..."

A difficult sound came from Mu Yanwan's throat.

Terror and bewilderment surged in the depths of her eyes, like a lonely soul lost in a thick fog.

Finally, tears appeared.

"Honored... Lord..."

Peng Linjun looked over blankly, finally finding that most shocking existence amidst the endless terror.

"Honored Lord...!"

The two knelt down, all the thoughts in their minds exploding completely.

Tears gradually appeared in Mu Yanwan's eyes as she let out a mournful wail:

"Honored Lord, can you still return?"

Chen Yan looked at Mu Yanwan and Peng Linjun, a gentle expression appearing in his eyes.

Chen Yan sat at an angle, his internal Will Status vibrating slightly, suppressing the Ancient God aura on his body at this moment.

He needed to say words that Mu Yanwan and Peng Linjun could understand.

Otherwise, the words he spoke would only sound like the whispers of an Ancient God to Mu Yanwan and the other.

"You have done well."

He made a hoarse sound, causing Mu Yanwan and Peng Linjun to tremble.

Chen Yan waved one hand.

A silver figure was forcibly grabbed by him.

Mu Yun Hai lay prone on the floor like a dog, not daring to speak.

"He shall be handed over to you two; in the days to come, he will resist the arrival of the Tide of Malice.

Also, the Yun Hai Prefecture shall take in all refugees of the Evil Realm.

And, in his capacity as the Ash-Trace Law Enforcement Master, he shall recruit all Law Enforcers under heaven, and then slaughter them all."

Chen Yan's voice was calm.

Mu Yun Hai's body trembled, not daring to reply.

Mu Yanwan stared blankly at Chen Yan, tears welling up in her eyes:

"Yes."

Peng Linjun knelt respectfully, not making a sound.

They did not ask about Chen Yan's current condition.

There was only one thing they were clear about.

Chen Yan, it was still Chen Yan.

Chen Yan's body tilted slightly, his chin resting on the back of his hand, revealing a sense of languor:

"You may go."

"Yes," Peng Linjun said, his breathing heavy.

Mu Yanwan's body remained stiff for a long time before she spoke again:

"Yes."

The two rose and walked toward the outside of the great hall.

That high and lofty Fifth Dao Child, the fifteenth strongest in the human world, Mu Yun Hai.

At this moment, however, he dared not speak, acting just like a lackey.

Mu Yun Hai no longer possessed his former high spirits.

He was afraid.

Afraid of the Ancient God's arrival once more.

All his schemes, all his darkness, and all his evil were as childish as a child's play in front of the Ancient God.

He had no qualifications whatsoever to refute Chen Yan's viewpoint.

Nor did he have any qualifications to choose to flee.

The more vicious he was toward the human race, the more he feared the Ancient God.

This was the reason Chen Yan did not kill Mu Yun Hai.

Because this person was a dog to the bone.

With Mu Yun Hai around, Chen Yan did not care about the few great tides to come for the human race.

If Xuan Yi and the others wanted to make a move against Mu Yun Hai, it would only be at the very last moment.