Chapter 979: Mother God

Li Zhiyi appeared before Master Chen just like that.

At a speed that Master Chen could not comprehend.

For a moment.

Master Chen's expression shifted constantly; he stared straight at Li Zhiyi, then immediately looked toward Chen Youqing and the others above Yu Province.

No one knew what Master Chen was thinking at this moment.

"Fight me, Universe."

Master Chen's voice calmed down.

He no longer possessed that joy and excitement of becoming the Master of Martial Dao.

Instead, his eyes, looking at Li Zhiyi, flickered with too much complexity.

Sometimes.

Strength and lack thereof, perhaps, only require a single glance.

Chen Yuan could feel the endless Dao essence flowing from Li Zhiyi's body.

This was a transformation that transcended the Martial Dao.

Under such a transformation, whether Chen Yuan became the Master of Martial Dao or not was no longer important.

"Please."

Li Zhiyi spoke faintly.

Countless people watched this scene.

Their heartbeats were intense.

They did not even understand what Master Chen and Li Zhiyi had actually seen in each other.

Xia Hanzhou was about to say something, but saw Li Zhiyi shake his head slightly.

The red-haired youth wearing battle armor simply took a step forward.

Drip.

Like a water droplet falling into a lake, ripples emerged in the void.

At the same time.

Above the Saint-Breaking Tree in the Evil Realm.

Chen Yan's eyes flickered slightly.

The very moment he transmitted memories to Li Zhiyi, a sense of being stared at pierced through the endless universe and arrived.

In the end, he was discovered after all.

Chen Yan closed his eyes.

His perception turned into invisible ripples, piercing through the membrane between the outside world and the Evil Realm, passing through the atmosphere, and traversing the endless deep space of the universe.

Star radiance turned into wisps of light.

Chen Yan's perception continuously overflowed.

Finally, following that sense of being stared at, Chen Yan arrived at a certain place within the universe.

There.

Countless wriggling dark matter condensed into a vast, boundless star island.

It was as if it were the most depraved center of the universe.

It was the gathering place of all evil.

The entire island radiated a strange beauty that could not be described in words.

Around the island floated fragmented bones; three-bodied, four-horned, tentacled, and grotesque evil substances floated continuously.

The edges of the island dripped with molten ink-colored fluid, which flowed continuously toward the very bottom of the universe.

On the island flowed viscous, sickly-green phosphorescent pus, and strands of shadow filaments emerged from the ground, gnawing at the light.

Chen Yan's perception boarded the island.

In an instant.

Across the entire island, countless shadows stiffened and slowly turned.

As if they had sensed Chen Yan's perception.

Dead silence!

A terrifying dead silence and malice!

If it were not for Chen Yan, an ordinary Eighth Rank arriving here would be infected in an instant and degenerate into an unknowable monster.

It was a feeling like stepping into a quagmire.

Even though Chen Yan had not arrived in person, footprints still appeared on the viscous pus atop the island.

Chen Yan could feel pairs of furtive, cold gazes staring toward him.

As he delved deeper.

Strange buildings appeared; they were like individual evil lives, constantly sucking on Chen Yan's perception.

Finally, in a certain corner.

A kneeling corpse appeared before Chen Yan.

That person was just kneeling there, as if they had already experienced ten thousand years of time.

They had long since died.

The long sword in their hand was thrust into the ground, and their head rested upon the hilt.

Chen Yan looked closely.

This person's skin had long since rotted away, leaving only a few pieces of withered, tree-bark-like skin, barely outlining the silhouette of an old man.

Where the eye sockets should have been, two masses of constantly writhing dark matter hung suspended, as if countless tiny tentacles were burrowing within them.

Xia Lord.

This must be the true form of the Xia Lord.

The Xia Lord had long since left the human race to battle the Mother God upon this evil island.

It was just that the Xia Lord had lost.

Furthermore, of the entire human race, only Chen Yan at this moment knew what the Xia Lord had done.

Chen Yan's gaze was calm as he brushed past the corpse of the Xia Lord and continued walking toward the depths.

Not long after.

Another kneeling corpse.

Half of that person's corpse had already merged into the pus on the ground, yet the long sword in their hand was held high, refusing to fall.

Countless tentacles had grown out of their mouth.

Those tentacles drifted, still crazily inhaling and exhaling gray mist; with every flutter, faint, fragmented whispers rang out.

Another Xia Lord.

Chen Yan's gaze flickered, and he walked toward the depths of the island with his perception moving even more rapidly.

Immediately following.

Another Xia Lord; he was crawling, his withered hand reaching forward.

The hollow eye sockets, overgrown with tentacles, still held a trace of unwillingness even in death.

At this moment.

Chen Yan's expression changed constantly.

He suddenly thought of something.

His perception turned into a stream of light, rushing past one bizarre building after another, continuously penetrating into the deepest part of the evil.

More and more corpses of the Xia Lord appeared.

They were just like this, deeply sunken into the mire.

Until the deepest part.

A hideous throne sat at the center of a vortex of dark matter.

The throne was not cast from gold or stone, but was twisted and pieced together from thousands of corpses of the Xia Lord.

They were either kneeling or prostrate, their bones intertwined, their festering flesh and blood fused into one with the ink-colored fluid.

It was as if they were wailing eternally.

Seated upon the throne was an extremely beautiful woman.

Her dark hair hung down like a waterfall, her clothes were whiter than snow, and her skin was so translucent it was almost pale, yet between her brows condensed a coldness and evilness from the depths of the abyss.

The woman seemed as if frozen, staring fixedly in one direction in the depths of the universe.

The next moment.

She slowly turned her head.

What kind of eyes were those, as if they had gathered endless evil and darkness.

Just like this, she stared at Chen Yan across the endless universe.

The next moment.

She walked down.

She was barefoot, her toes lightly touching the skull of a Xia Lord's corpse.

Chen Yan's expression was cold.

At this moment.

He had completely figured it out.

Inside the College Entrance Exam Secret Realm.

The Xia Lord had allowed the remnant soul of Xia Zhiyang to become the Cod Wife.

The Cod Wife reincarnated generation after generation, stepping onto the glacial river to search for that true lone man.

On that glacial river, Chen Yan had encountered one corpse of the Cod Wife after another.

He had seen the Xia Lord's soul fragment sitting atop an ice wall piled up from countless corpses of the Cod Wife.

At the time, Chen Yan had not paid it any mind.

But at this moment, two most important key points were captured by Chen Yan.

The first point: why could the Cod Wife reincarnate generation after generation, when the Cod Wife clearly died once and for all?

The second point: the College Entrance Exam Secret Realm is another space that constantly approaches the human world and then gradually moves away from it.

When approaching the human world, the flow of time in the College Entrance Exam Secret Realm is consistent with the human world.

When moving away from the human world, the flow of time in the College Entrance Exam Secret Realm is infinitely accelerated.

Therefore, the Cod Wife had experienced so many reincarnations.

These two points are precisely two of the most profound Martial Dao rules.

One is the rule of rebirth.

Two is the rule of time.

The Xia Lord's remnant soul, within the College Entrance Exam Secret Realm, evolving the fate of the Cod Wife in such a way.

In reality, it had been evolving these two Martial Dao rules of its own all along.

Because the reincarnation of the Cod Wife was only a simulation.

And the reincarnation he faced was the Mother God!

The true body of the Xia Lord left the human world thousands of years ago.

Somewhere in the universe, he unleashed his own martial arts, casting himself into a cycle of reincarnation.

He keeps coming, again and again, to slay the Mother God.

Yet, it is obvious that the Xia Lord has failed.

No.

Perhaps, one day, a newborn Xia Lord will come again, only to experience failure once more.

He is like a mosquito that refuses to give up, constantly coming to pester the Mother God.

And then, he experiences countless deaths and rebirths.

"Do you regret it?"

The woman of extreme beauty spoke, her features shifting to become the likeness of Lu Jianxia.

She stood there, in a golden robe, with a pair of silver eyes, noble and lonely.

"You were meant to simply disappear; if you had hidden away, nothing would have happened."

As she spoke, she transformed into the likeness of Chen Yu, carrying an air of purity and sorrow.

"Big brother, why did you have to open the connection between yourself and Li Zhiyi?"

She changed again, becoming the likeness of San Jin:

"You... you should have continued to cultivate... in peace.

I... I certainly... certainly wouldn't have been able to find you."

The next moment, she became Si Wenyi, in a green military uniform, yet her breath was like orchids:

"But you still participated in the conflicts of the outside world, and this led to the collapse of everything you had."

She turned around, her clothing changing; she was now in black robes, tall and slender, having become the likeness of Ke Qingxuan.

She slowly approached Chen Yan, lifted her head, her cold eyes suppressing an unspeakable obsession:

"I have come to find you."

She suddenly began to laugh, her appearance changing once more.

She became the likeness of Jilie.

The next instant.

It was like a single glance lasting ten thousand years.

All of Chen Yan's perceptions were severed.

Atop the Saint-Breaking Tree of the Evil Realm, Chen Yan opened his eyes.

"Have you come to find me?"

He murmured aloud.

A look of astonishment congealed in his eyes, and finally, Chen Yan's body began to tremble slightly.

It was as if endless pressure had slammed into Chen Yan's heart.

Chen Yan slowly reached out his hand and clenched it into a fist:

"That is..."

Chen Yan's breathing trembled:

"Wonderful."

Panic, astonishment, excitement, anger—various emotions intertwined within Chen Yan's heart.

Yet, in the next moment, they all dissipated completely.

Chen Yan turned around, looked at Chen Fazhen and Ying, and then waved his hand.

Their figures dissipated, turning into streams of light that flew into the rule diagram Chen Yan had created.

They needed to extract all the rules they had mastered to complete the martial Dao rules that Chen Yan required.

PS: One chapter today.