Chapter 991: Heaven and Earth as the Monument, All Living Beings as the Inscription!

This night.

Living beings are like blades of grass.

The martial artists flying in the night sky are like tiny specks of fireflies.

Buses carrying logistics personnel and flying warships carrying martial artists and the elites of the human race charge forward throughout the night.

Streams of light, like woven fabric, rise and converge from every corner of the vast human world.

Finally, they twist into a resolute, golden torrent in the firmament, rushing toward the south.

Qi and blood roar, wills surge, battle armor breaks the wind...

They converge into a dull and vast sound wave, drowning out the gasping moans of the mountains and rivers.

And upon the earth.

It is full of sorrowful cries, suppressed, choked, and broken.

Even the sound of the wind passing through empty streets seems exceptionally piercing.

Only flags flutter powerlessly, snapping in the wind.

This battle.

There is no anticipation of loved ones returning.

Before the despair of the Ancient God awakening, people know that this journey is one of no return.

The parting with loved ones is the final scene of this life.

"Heaven and Earth as the monument, all living beings as the inscription! Departing now to the galaxy above the nine heavens, to remain forever in eternity as a testament to the ultimate echo!"

"The Heavenly God General once said, if the heart has no dead end, the world has no dead end. I know I will die, like a withered blade of grass, but when a withered blade burns, it can also become a fire that consumes the plains."

"I speak my fate to Heaven and Earth, I establish my heart upon the Ten Thousand Daos, to break the shackles of the Ancient God and strike down the injustice of the world."

"My blade may not be able to cut away all the injustice of the world, but it can serve as a bone-scraping sharp edge."

"If this journey is one of no return, then let it be one of no return!"

"Everyone, live well and see the future human world for me."

"Hahaha, I think I see it; upon my flesh and blood, new grass is being reborn."

"I think I have already seen my will attain immortality."

"The Heavenly God General is my faith; today I shall follow him."

"I wish to be one who writes immortality together with the Lord of Will."

"Hahaha, not to mention the Lord of Will, even sharing these hardships with all of you is also writing immortality together!"

"Right, writing immortality together!"

"Writing immortality together!"

……………

One voice after another rises.

Everyone knows deep down that there is no retreat behind them; only by fighting can they write the final dignity and heritage of the human race.

Bai E and Li Zhiyi float up slowly, watching this magnificent scene.

"Senior, these Ancient God-beasts are leaving their loved ones just to suppress Senior Fanni; their hearts are punishable!"

Li Zhiyi's voice is extremely cold:

"Why don't we two set up a barrier, exterminate them all, and plunge them into true despair."

Bai E looks at Li Zhiyi; his remaining hair is withered like tangled grass, matted with blood scabs and decaying debris.

"Good... good, kill them all; how... can we make them suffer even more?"

He has already begun to ponder.

The smile at the corner of Li Zhiyi's mouth gradually disappears, and he waves his large hand.

At this moment, he does not answer Bai E.

He must send off the lords of the world.

Upon the Qi Province, Li Zhiyi's true body, standing alone atop Bai E's giant finger, suddenly erupts with golden-red flames.

He is like a bright lamp in the night, making the world shine brightly at this moment.

The next moment.

Hum!

Thousands of streams of light spill from Li Zhiyi's true body, like stardust pouring down, falling upon the martial artists rushing to the battlefield.

In an instant.

Everyone appears like a small sun, their brilliant flames illuminating the heavens and earth.

The soldiers heading to the battlefield suddenly feel a new power burning within their bodies.

That power is vast and boundless, incomparably strong.

It is the Dao of Will!

It grows out from within each and every martial artist.

People are deeply shaken; they look again at Li Zhiyi, who is suppressing the giant finger alone, and bow one after another.

"Writing immortality together!"

"Writing immortality together!"

"Writing immortality together!"

Shouts ring out, filled with emotion and awe.

He stands there, motionless, suppressing the Ancient God Bai E who has awakened beneath Great Xia.

He is polluted by malice, as if his physical body is withered, about to turn into an ominous thing.

Yet at this moment, he sends off the martial artists of the world with an endless power of will.

He is that very first spark above the wasteland.

He is also the most shimmering morning star within the long, cold night.

He stands right there, the most brilliant torch, and also the most towering monument.

He truly achieved his initial ideal.

Countless people are surging with emotion; they have not truly witnessed every step and every stride of Chen Yan.

They know that Chen Yan has already walked for a very, very long time upon an endless glacier that no one else knows of.

With his own pair of bloody feet, he has already blazed a new path for the people of the world.

People look at him.

Some have wet eyes, some are trembling all over, and some have eyes filled entirely with adoration.

"Chen Yan..."

In the sky.

A woman with golden feathers growing on her cheeks flies past; she is but one of the most ordinary among the thousands upon thousands of beings heading toward death.

At this moment, however, her tears are incessant.

Her name is Cheng Zizhen.

She once traveled with Chen Yan upon the glacier in the College Entrance Examination Secret Realm.

She has thousands of words in her heart she wishes to say to Chen Yan, but she has long lacked the opportunity.

Yet now, a single gaze from afar is already worth more than a thousand words.

The next moment, she turns her head, letting the tears held in her eyelids dissolve into the flowing light of ten thousand wills.

A girl named Yu Zhiwen is also among the martial artists heading to the battlefield.

She is an alumna of Chen Yan and one of those who first witnessed Chen Yan's rise.

In years past, she was the top student at Qingshan High School.

She saw the school's teacher Xia Tong suppress Chen Yan, and she also saw the various schemes of the Chu family within the Martial Suppression Class against Chen Yan.

In the past, she, like the most ordinary of people, believed Chen Yan's path ahead was completely severed, and believed Chen Yan should just rot in the mud.

But now.

Feeling the power of will burning within her body, so magnificent, so powerful.

Yet it was merely bestowed by Chen Yan with an inadvertent wave of his hand.

The entire human world, placed before that person, would lose its weight.

Yu Zhiwen's eyes redden first, her nose bridge aches slightly, and crystalline teardrops hang upon her eyelashes.

"Just how..."

Her voice is choked with sobs:

"Just what kind of wind and frost must a person experience to forge the great sun of today..."

She cannot comprehend it.

In her eyes, there is only bewilderment and awe.

The power of will burning within her body feels like a newly formed spine.

It makes even the last trace of fear Yu Zhiwen held toward the Ancient Gods disappear.

Compared to the treacherous, unfathomable, and terrifyingly boundless Ancient Gods.

She seems to have glimpsed a more scorching, more magnificent Golden Crow Great Sun.

A middle-aged man is already streaming with tears and mucus.

His name is Gong Tuo.

Once, the Yunmeng Gong family targeted Chen Yan, and in the end, they became mortal enemies.

And he, he held appreciation for Chen Yan, and even more, pity.

He once shielded Chen Yan and was harshly rebuked by his family; he also once advised Chen Yan to know when to retreat.

But he failed completely.

His family walked to the point of total opposition with Chen Yan.

In the end, he was forced to be a scapegoat by his own father, Gong Wu, and his own elder brother, Gong Hengwen, and was kicked out.

While in prison, he heard the news that the Gong family had been annihilated by Ice Intent.

He hated Ice Intent, yet he also felt conflicted.

Not until a certain day later did he learn in prison the news that Ice Intent was Chen Yan.

That night, he roared, he bellowed, he suffered.

All his emotions had been accumulating, stifled...

Until now.

Gong Tuo is already sobbing uncontrollably:

"My Gong family deserved to be destroyed, it was well-deserved!"

In the long night, he roars in agony:

"If my tiny Gong family had not been destroyed, how could this human race have the Lord of Will of today!"

Feeling the power of will within his body, Gong Tuo wipes away his tears:

"Today, I, Gong Tuo, shall atone for my Gong family!"

At this moment, countless shouts and countless cries ring out, intertwining in the sky, continuous and unending.

Upon the earth.

An old man had tears in his eyes, yet he roared with his final strength:

"Everyone, do not cry, do not cry..."

The old man's tears still flowed down:

"The Divine Generals are still here, the mountains and rivers are still here, the human world is still here..."

"You... what are you doing..."

Bai E looked at Li Zhiyi, his voice extremely hoarse, containing endless killing intent.

Even if he was delirious, he knew that Li Zhiyi had helped this group of Ancient Divine Beasts.

That golden-red flowing light caused Bai E to feel intense physical discomfort.

That flowing light could allow the Ancient Divine Beasts to continue growing strong.

"Senior, I am torturing them..."

Li Zhiyi smiled:

"I have already said, to make them feel the most intense pain,

one must first make them feel that sliver of ethereal hope."

A cold sneer appeared in Li Zhiyi's eyes:

"In the end, when this hope is completely shattered, they will feel the deepest and most painful despair!"

Bai E was dazed, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He instinctively wanted to refute Li Zhiyi, but his hands spasmed and curled like withered claws, dark red blood grime embedded in his fingernails.

"You... you are right... but I am unwilling..."

Bai E reached out his hand, his voice hoarse, broken, overlapping with crazed babbling.

Deep within his palm, black light condensed, transforming into a terrifying attack.

With this palm strike, he would completely annihilate all the Ancient Divine Beasts heading to the battlefield.

He knew that what Li Zhiyi said was the true method to make the Ancient Divine Beasts despair.

But he could not help it.

He had endured for one hundred thousand years!

One hundred thousand years!

He only wanted to take revenge and wash away his hatred at this moment, at this time!

Hum!

The flowing light within Bai E's palm became more and more condensed, more and more terrifying.

Yet, at the very next instant when Bai E was about to erupt.

With a *slap* sound.

Li Zhiyi once again patted Bai E on the shoulder with one palm.

The crazed ferocity in the depths of Bai E's eyes was suddenly suppressed.

Under his incredulous gaze.

What was flying in the sky above, where were they pitch-black, ugly Ancient Divine Beasts?

They were clearly soldiers who had already steeled their hearts to die, tears streaming down their faces.

Those shouting and sobbing on the ground, where were they weak Ancient Divine Beasts?

They were clearly aged old men, ignorant young children, frail women, and...

Despairing, grieving...

People!

"Heh heh heh..."

As if his throat were being forcefully gripped, Bai E's hatred and killing intent, accumulated over one hundred thousand years, erupted in a way that was completely impossible to suppress.

"It was my oversight."

Li Zhiyi sighed:

"Since Senior wishes to take revenge, then strike."

"I... I..."

Bai E was speechless for a moment, struggling constantly between illusion and reality.

"I don't know, I... cannot see clearly..."

Bai E's voice became lower and lower, more and more hoarse:

"This is... my old ailment..."

The flowing light in his palm gradually extinguished.

"Senior?"

Li Zhiyi's voice was low:

"You have experienced one hundred thousand years of torture."

"I..."

Bai E's voice was hoarse:

"Let me look again..."

"Very well."

Li Zhiyi's tone was disappointed, and he walked with Bai E toward a military vehicle.