Chapter 976: The New Master of Martial Dao

Chaotic flames of light flowed from around His body.

It seemed to encompass the origin of all heavens and myriad phenomena.

It was not scorching or burning, yet it carried a pressure that forbade touch, forcing the surrounding Dao rules to bow and submit.

His appearance could not be described as merely handsome; it was the ultimate perfection that transcended heaven and earth.

The moment He raised His eyes to look at Ying, that gaze was like stars that had slumbered for eternity, appearing to see through everything in Ying's mind.

Ying slowly opened her mouth, unable to breathe, as if she had seen a true god.

"Ying."

Chen Yan spoke softly:

"I summoned your divine soul because you are the strongest in the human world, possessing vast Martial Dao truths.

If you were to die, it would be too great a pity."

Chen Yan said calmly, stood up, and walked upon the tree branches with his hands behind his back.

His footsteps were light; with every step that landed, faint chaotic ripples spread out beneath his feet.

These ripples were not simple light and shadow, but were woven from countless complex Martial Dao truths, unfolding beneath his feet like a microcosm of ten thousand years of Martial Dao.

Ying watched in horror, unable to discern for a moment where this place actually was.

Suddenly, Ying turned her head to gaze into the distance.

She saw Chen Fazheng vomiting blood incessantly in the distance, and Xuan Yi being continuously devoured by Chen Yuan.

"They cannot see us."

Chen Yan spoke indifferently, turning around, with chaotic flames of light flowing silently around his body.

Ying's body trembled; she gazed at Chen Yan's face once more, finding it hard to breathe.

"Chen Yan?"

Endless shock emerged within Ying's mind, beyond description.

"Are you not in the outside world?"

"Li Zhiyi is my avatar."

Chen Yan replied faintly, as Martial Dao truths drifted from around his body, manifesting into endless visions.

Ying's pupils shrank, suddenly widening to the limit, her eyes filled with unbelievable horror.

She pointed toward Chen Fazheng, Chen Yuan, and the others in the distance:

"Why do you not stop Chen Yuan?"

"Why should I stop him?"

Chen Yan spoke faintly:

"If you were the great sun, you would not care whether the living beings of the world could feel the light.

If you were the bright moon, you would not care about the ocean tides caused by your own rhythm."

Chen Yan's voice was faint, yet within the calm, there was an endless grandeur.

"Ying, your original body is dead; I guided your remnant soul here.

It is because I do not wish for the Martial Dao truths you possess to disappear just like that."

Ying pursed her lips; at this moment, her brain had crashed.

It was hard to imagine what level Chen Yan had reached, what stage he had attained.

Then, she saw.

Chen Yan reached one hand out from his sleeve.

The movement of that hand seemed casual, yet it caused the entire void to suddenly solidify.

The moment it was swung, endless Martial Dao rules erupted from his palm.

Under Ying's immensely shocked gaze.

Qi and blood, hard-body tempering, will, true intent, elements, and formations—one by one, the Martial Dao rules intertwined, collided, and wrapped around each other.

Finally, they transformed into a Martial Dao diagram containing the succession of myriad phenomena and possessing endless truths.

"I intend to synthesize the rules of the world's Martial Dao, condense all the laws of ten thousand years of Martial Dao, and create the true Invincible Dao."

Chen Yan spoke calmly, looking at Ying:

"Are you willing to pour out all of your own Martial Dao truths?"

Ying's body stiffened; looking at Chen Yan at this moment, she felt a sense of dizziness.

She could feel a momentum from Chen Yan that transcended Chen Yuan and Chen Fazheng.

It was hard to imagine what stage Chen Yan had reached.

"I..."

Ying parted her red lips slightly, her eyes trembling:

"Can I still live?"

A faint smile appeared in Chen Yan's eyes:

"Under the heavens, a grain of sand, a wisp of wind—all are rules.

The birth, aging, sickness, and death of man are also rules.

I seem to have already seen the end of all rules; I seem to be only one final step away."

Ying was completely stunned.

She looked into Chen Yan's eyes, momentarily mesmerized.

In those eyes, there was both the primordial Dao rhyme of creation and the terminal breath of all things returning to nothingness.

"Yes!"

Ying bowed respectfully.

The next moment.

Chen Yan grabbed with one hand.

"Ahhhhh!"

A roar resounded.

The remnant soul of Xuan Yi appeared beside Ying.

"Ying, Chen Yan, what is going on here?"

Xuan Yi's pupils contracted wildly, looking behind and in front of him in disbelief, finally locking his gaze onto Chen Yan.

Yet he saw Chen Yan look over.

In an instant, Xuan Yi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Streams of information suddenly blasted into Xuan Yi's mind.

In that split second, Xuan Yi understood exactly what Chen Yan was doing and what he wanted to do.

Xuan Yi opened his mouth wide, about to speak.

Yet he saw the youth, who had already become a god, simply shake his head slowly:

"I do not like you."

Chen Yan's eyes were indifferent as he reached out a hand.

"Ahhhhh!"

Xuan Yi roared, his remnant soul beginning to shatter, turning into countless Great Dao rules that were forcibly extracted by Chen Yan.

With a single wave of Chen Yan's hand, all aura belonging to Xuan Yi vanished completely.

This act was no different from soul-searching.

In an instant, memories from the Master of True Intent intertwined in Chen Yan's mind.

"The Path of True Intent is, in the end, a bit too backward."

Chen Yan murmured; he would create a far more powerful Path of True Intent.

At the same time.

Snap!

Chen Yuan released the body of Xuan Yi, which had already become a dried corpse.

The dried corpse instantly shattered into piles of dust.

The next instant.

Boom!

Countless phenomena of Buddha light, True Soul, sword shadows, karma, and red flowers suddenly erupted around Chen Yuan.

Various martial Dao truths roared incessantly upon his physical body!

Following that, the phenomena of Buddha light, True Soul, karma, and red flowers began to merge.

"Ancestor, this struggle for the Dao Child is truly excellent!"

Chen Yuan laughed aloud.

Boom, boom, boom!

A suffocating pressure swept out from Chen Yuan, its momentum so powerful that even the surrounding void began to tremble and distort.

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Yuan laughed:

"Hahahahaha!"

He covered his face with one hand, a pair of deep, cold eyes peering out from between his fingers.

"Fifty thousand years of planning, fifty thousand years of foundation!

The seven Great Dao Children merge into one, forming that supreme One!

Today, it is grasped by me, Chen Yuan!"

Chen Fazheng stared fixedly at this scene.

The martial Dao truths of the seven Great Dao Children merged, and it was displayed so perfectly on Chen Yuan.

So perfect, it was as if it had been prepared purely for Chen Yuan.

His heart was filled with bitterness.

From the very beginning, Chen Yuan had set his sights on him, Chen Fazheng.

Chen Yuan had begun preparing early, absorbing all the opportunities of the Dao Child struggle.

Even.

The martial Dao memories of the seven Great Dao Children had completely perfected Chen Yuan's martial Dao truths.

"I seem to have discovered a martial Dao..."

Chen Yuan murmured:

"A brand new martial Dao!"

"What martial Dao?" Chen Fazheng asked in shock.

"The Path of Technique!"

The aura on Chen Yuan's body continued to grow stronger, continuing to climb:

"Walk the physical martial Dao to the Tribulation Light Realm, then use technique to break the Ninth-Order Death Realm barrier!

Achieve the Ninth Order of Technique!"

His green robes fluttering, Chen Yuan's eyes were indifferent:

"The Master of Martial Dao does not seem to be that magnificent."

Hum!

Endless truths are resonating.

Endless rules are being reborn!

Listen.

That is the sound of a new Martial Dao.

At this moment.

A new Martial Dao!

A new world!

Open!

Chen Fazheng's pupils contracted wildly.

Within the gray fog world created by 【Unity】.

The phantom above the fifth seat began to flicker.

Immediately after.

Fourth, surpassing Li Zhiyi!

Third, surpassing Fanni!

The next moment.

Second!

Surpassing the Xia Master!

At this moment, even Chen Fazheng's breathing became rapid.

The next instant.

The phantom of the second seat actually began to tremble again, with a trend of rushing toward the first.

"This first place, I do not want it."

Chen Yuan murmured, and the changes within his physical body suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

The Great Dao rules that were about to lock together were forcibly severed by him.

"Why not become the first!"

Chen Fazheng shouted in a low voice:

"The future of the Thousand-Day Ancient God's manifestation will not change; you, Chen Yuan, have now accepted all the opportunities of the Dao Child Struggle."

"You will become that ancient god!"

Chen Yuan's eyes were cold:

"What I, Chen Yuan, do is precisely to make that prophecy impossible to realize."

"The future will definitely be realized!" Chen Fazheng roared.

"With me here, it cannot be realized." Chen Yuan's voice was indifferent.

Chen Fazheng's eyes were cold:

"If you are not the first now, there will naturally be a first to appear!"

Chen Fazheng stared fixedly at Chen Yuan, finally shaking his head slightly:

"Very well, the story that belongs to me should end."

Chen Yuan looked at Chen Fazheng calmly:

"Where is the Emperor Fruit?"

Chen Fazheng narrowed his eyes:

"Chen Yuan, having reached this step, why must you toy with me!"

Chen Yuan's eyes were cold, and one hand suddenly reached out, latching onto Chen Fazheng's head.

"I must offend my ancestor now; Chen Yuan also knows a little bit of soul-searching martial techniques."

"Chen Yuan!" Chen Fazheng roared instantly.

The next moment.

"Ahhhhh!"

Chen Fazheng shrieked, feeling a pain as if someone had reached directly into his brain and started kneading it.

The next moment.

Chen Yuan withdrew his hand, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

"The Emperor Fruit, it's gone?"

Chen Yuan looked into the distance:

"Who is it?"

"Chen Yuan!" Chen Fazheng bled from his seven orifices, roaring.

What greeted him was a palm strike from Chen Yuan.

Boom!

The massive head was suddenly slapped into a blood mist by Chen Yuan.

Chen Fazheng, dead!

Chen Yuan frowned and looked around, finally locking his gaze onto this towering Evil Realm Saint-Breaking Tree.

He stared fixedly, yet discovered nothing unusual.

The next moment.

Chen Yuan departed.

Behind Chen Yuan.

Upon that towering Evil Realm Saint-Breaking Tree.

The remnant soul of Chen Fazheng appeared on a tree branch.

Chen Fazheng was dazed, looking at the figure standing before them.

In that instant.

An incomparable shock erupted in the depths of Chen Fazheng's heart.

"Chen Yan!"