Chapter 977: The Dao Heart Shatters

Chen Fazheng's brain short-circuited for a moment, and he found it difficult to even think.

He looked around and saw Shadow, who was also in a state of a remnant soul.

He saw an entire Evil Realm Saint-Breaking Tree.

In an instant, waves of dizziness washed over him.

Chen Fazheng's remnant soul trembled violently, and he stared fixedly at the figure shrouded in chaotic light and flames before him.

"Chen Yan, if you are here, then who is Li Zhiyi in the outside world!"

Chen Yan did not answer; instead, Shadow, who understood Chen Fazheng's mood quite well at this moment, spoke softly:

"Li Zhiyi is merely a... clone of His."

Shock.

Chen Fazheng only felt as if someone were agitating the nerves in his brain.

He held it in for a long time, only to blurt out:

"What?"

Chen Yan stood calmly with his eyes closed, countless rules colliding within his mind.

The memories belonging to the Master of True Intent were being completely merged and understood by Chen Yan.

Poor Xuan Yi, who could not grasp the true essence of the Path of True Intent even until death, and could only charge about recklessly.

Chen Yan appeared to be conversing with Chen Fazheng and Shadow.

But his thoughts were countless, and he had merely split off one strand to deal with Shadow and Chen Fazheng.

Within his body, there were still ninety Emperor Fruits of energy yet to be digested.

Chen Yan did not know to what extent he would evolve in the future.

Chen Fazheng looked at Chen Yan's back, his voice trembling:

"What level have you reached now?"

Shadow signaled frantically, but Chen Fazheng acted as if he did not see it:

"Answer me, Chen Yan!"

Chen Yan remained with his back to Chen Fazheng the entire time, not turning his head.

Chen Fazheng looked at Shadow:

"You and I are now only in a state of remnant souls, so naturally we cannot perceive his true realm.

Even an Eighth-Rank could make the likes of us, in our remnant soul states, feel lost and anxious!"

Chen Fazheng's eyes were filled with unwillingness and disbelief.

What was happening now felt like a dream to him.

He was somewhat unwilling to believe that Chen Yan had already reached a realm that transcended the Master of Martial Dao.

He would rather believe that Chen Yan was casting an illusion to deceive him and Shadow, these two remnant souls.

"You could see it all along, why did you not help me?"

Chen Fazheng's voice was hoarse:

"Chen Yuan is also an enemy to you; if you are truly already extremely powerful, why not stop him?"

This time, Chen Yan turned around slowly and looked at Chen Fazheng indifferently:

"Because it is not important."

Chen Yan's voice was calm, yet carried an indescribable power.

It was impossible for Chen Yan to intervene.

The Mother God had been gazing at the top fifty supreme experts of the human world.

Chen Yan had once suddenly vanished right under the Mother God's nose.

Even if the Mother God were stupid, she would know there was a problem here at the Evil Realm Saint-Breaking Tree.

If Chen Yan were to intervene again in the affairs of Chen Yuan and Chen Fazheng,

then Chen Yan would be completely exposed.

The ten thousand years of groundwork laid by Bai E and Fanni would all be rendered void.

Chen Fazheng's breath hitched:

"Not important?"

"Yes."

Chen Yan replied calmly, his voice like the divine pronouncements of the Heavenly Dao:

"No matter who among you wins or loses, it is not important to me."

Chen Yan stared at Chen Fazheng:

"I do not care."

Chen Fazheng's pupils shrank, and at this moment, his body actually began to tremble.

Chen Yan's "I do not care" represented too much.

Was he saying that Chen Fazheng's tens of thousands of years of planning were like child's play in Chen Yan's eyes?

Or was he saying that the Path of Techniques uniquely created by Chen Yuan was also not powerful to Chen Yan himself?

"You..." Chen Fazheng opened his mouth, but felt as if a stone were stuck in his throat; his expression was hideously distorted:

"What kind of joke is this!"

Chen Fazheng's voice was hoarse:

"The Emperor Fruits, were they taken by you?"

Chen Fazheng's breathing trembled; at this moment, he confirmed this fact.

Chen Fazheng closed his eyes.

Never did he expect that he would be schemed against, back and forth, by two juniors of his own clan.

One ruined his contention for the Dao Child position, and the other even snatched away the Emperor Fruit ahead of time.

"Our Chen Clan truly produces talent!"

Chen Fazheng actually felt a trace of despair at this moment:

"Did you see the methods of the Ancient God earlier?"

Chen Fazheng's voice trembled as he extended a finger and made a shallow stroke in the void.

"He, perhaps with just a faint wave, completely modified the Path of Formations and negated my entire life!"

Chen Fazheng's voice trembled, sounding extremely desolate:

"Under such methods, our Human Race is still constantly infighting."

Chen Fazheng's expression was incomparably lonely:

"Forget it, forget it!

Hahahaha!"

Ying's expression changed constantly at this moment.

She had previously seen Chen Yan simply wave his hand and directly obliterate Xuan Yi.

Now, Chen Fazheng was likely forgetting that his own life was still in Chen Yan's hands and could be modified at will.

However, Ying could completely empathize with what Chen Fazheng said.

Earlier, the rules of the Path of Formations had been completely modified.

The Path of Formations belonging to the Human Race had been thoroughly negated by an unknown existence.

This was a silent contempt.

It was absolutely the method of an Ancient God.

He seemed to have been gazing at the human world all along.

Using his simplest method to tell the human world:

You are all too childish.

Everything you do is a futile effort.

The Martial Dao you are proud of and boast about is so ignorant and foolish.

Ying's heart was filled with pent-up frustration, yet she looked toward Chen Yan.

Ji Chen once said that Chen Yan was the key to the future.

Does the current Chen Yan have the ability to contend with such an existence?

But at this moment.

Chen Yan did not answer Chen Fazheng; he simply raised his hand slowly.

In an instant.

Mountains condensed in his palm, while Sword Souls, Fist Souls, Spear Souls, and the True Souls of ten thousand Daos surged continuously.

The Martial Dao rules belonging to the Path of True Intent flowed in Chen Yan's palm.

The originally profound and obscure essence of Martial Dao was extracted by Chen Yan at this moment, becoming purer and more powerful.

Hum!

Between heaven and earth, a sudden change occurred.

The Evil Realm, the Outer Realm!

Countless living beings seemed to feel a palpitation coming from the depths of their souls.

Countless people looked up and stared.

Only to see.

Between heaven and earth, hundreds of millions of brilliant, dazzling divine lights suddenly erupted!

That divine light pierced through the clouds, tore the sky apart, and reached straight beyond the Nine Heavens.

Countless True Soul phantoms with a diameter of ten thousand miles emerged from the depths of the void!

There were Sword Souls like a galaxy hanging upside down, with sword Qi soaring into the sky, wishing to slash the sun and moon!

There were Fist Souls like primordial divine mountains, with fist winds so vast they could shatter stars!

There were Spear Souls like dragons emerging from the sea, with spear gleams so cold they pierced the universe.

The True Souls of ten thousand Daos shone upon each other, and the divine light overflowed like a tide, sweeping across the eight wildernesses.

Wherever it passed, the wind and clouds changed color, rivers and seas flowed backward, and even the stars dimmed under this pressure.

The long-standing Martial Dao rules were reshaped and gathered between heaven and earth, becoming a more profound and advanced Path of True Intent.

"Still a bit too weak."

Chen Yan murmured, his eyes flowing with endless chaotic light.

Whether it is the Path of Formations or the Path of True Intent.

They are both merely auxiliary to Martial Dao.

The truly powerful Martial Dao is the unification of all Martial Daos.

He quietly gazed at the newly born Martial Dao rules, examining his own creation like a creator.

"You... you you..."

Chen Fazheng's remnant soul trembled as he looked at this scene in disbelief.

The one who modified the Path of Formations was Chen Yan!

Now, Chen Yan had once again easily modified the Path of True Intent right before his eyes.

It was so effortless.

So simple.

This is not something a single Emperor Fruit could bring about.

Chen Fazheng shook his head, feeling only dizzy.

He looked toward Ying, only to see that Ying's mouth was also wide open, his breathing trembling.

But unlike Chen Fazheng, Ying did not dare to say a single word from beginning to end.

Ying was very glad now that he had not come in and started spouting nonsense like Chen Fazheng.

In Ying's view, Chen Fazheng still relied too much on his status.

Thinking that because he was a Master of the Martial Dao and an ancestor of Chen Yan, he could question him.

The key was that the blood relationship of the Chen clan was more like a curse.

The junior wants to kill the senior, and the senior wants to kill the junior.

Perhaps, in a moment, Chen Yan will crush Chen Fazheng to death.

Chen Fazheng could no longer speak.

He felt somewhat numb.

The only thing he could be certain of was this.

A single Emperor Fruit could absolutely not allow Chen Yan to reach such a level.

If an Emperor Fruit could, he, Chen Fazheng, would not be bothering with any struggle for the Dao Seed.

"Chen Fazheng."

Chen Yan spoke indifferently.

At this moment, Chen Fazheng stopped talking.

"Chen Yuan wants to be the Gate of the Human Race, blocking anyone who dares to face the Ancient Gods.

You want to make the Dao Seed an Ancient God, then use your ten thousand years of layout to realize that prophecy, and then use the formation array laid out within the Dao Seed's body to suppress the Ancient Gods once more.

But you all have one common shortcoming."

Chen Fazheng looked at Chen Yan:

"What shortcoming?"

"None of you know what the Ancient Gods are actually like."

Chen Yan's voice was calm:

"In the entire mortal world, only those who have clearly come into contact with the Ancient Gods can know whether they can defeat the Ancient Gods."

Chen Yan turned around:

"For example, me."

Chen Yan waved a single hand.

Endless Martial Dao rules condensed into a boundless scroll before Chen Fazheng.

"I wish to synthesize the Martial Dao rules of the world; you shall assist me."

Chen Fazheng was lost for a moment, looking at the scroll of rules before him, his eyes gradually filled with shock.

These endless Martial Dao rules were profound to the extreme.

Even if Chen Fazheng wanted to complete them, he could only complete a small portion of them.

Even, apart from the Martial Dao rules of the formation path, the remaining Martial Dao rules, even if placed before Chen Fazheng.

Chen Fazheng was also unable to see them clearly.

Profound!

Profound to the extreme.

Like a mayfly catching a glimpse of the blue sky.

It is hard to imagine what level Chen Yan has reached now.

Ninth Rank?

Or is it beyond the Ninth Rank?

Silence.

An incomparable silence.

Chen Fazheng was illuminated by the radiance of the rules, and the emotions in his heart were no longer even just feeling inferior.

Chen Yan could no longer be described as a genius.

That was simply an omnipotent lord.

Even the Xia Lord would not make Chen Fazheng feel such emotions.

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Fazheng's cloudy old eyes suddenly brightened, and his deeply wrinkled face first pulled into a stiff laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

Following that, teardrops fell; there was crying within the laughter, and shock hidden within the crying; Chen Fazheng's whole body was shaking.

"To live a life and see the supreme truth, this life has not been in vain!"

He laughed with immense complexity, tears flowing continuously.

Facing Chen Yuan, he only had complexity and anger, as well as a final trace of melancholy.

He would regret it, regret that he was only off by a hair, regret that if he had known in advance, he would not have been defeated.

But at this moment.

Something in Chen Fazheng's heart.

Crack!

It shattered.

His Dao heart collapsed.

The path of the Great Dao he had persisted on for tens of thousands of years was destroyed by Chen Yan with ease.