This ti, Zhou Yan lay on this cold ground for a full thirty-six days before fully recovering from his injuries.
After the recovery, Zhou Yan clearly felt that the chip within him seed to have evolved in its powerful recovery ability, and it seed to have beco even stronger.
At the sa ti, Zhou Yan felt that his Emperor Blood had progressed from the Sixty-Six Transformations to the Sixty-Nine Transformations.
Reaching this level, Zhou Yan was certainly a bit joyful, but such intense life-and-death trials also left him sowhat exhausted.
But without a doubt, this is an extraordinary place, very suitable for battle, and also a rare opportunity.
Though each battle was extrely miserable and painful, as long as he could persevere, the progress he achieved was unimaginable.
After Zhou Yan stood up again and looked around, he still saw the dense corpses and endless statues, and this ancient warship remained unchanged.
No matter how furious the battle, it couldn’t affect the corpses or shake the statues, leaving the space here undisturbed.
It was as if in an enclosed world, the barriers of the world itself were rules of transcendence that could not be violated.
Standing amidst this heaven and earth, facing the endless corpses and statues, Zhou Yan felt an imnse insignificance.
Because any corpse could casually form a statue body, no matter whose bloodline it was, as long as it carried a trace of divine life blood qi, it could activate the statue.
And once activated, it would project an appearance based on the statue’s form and the intentions in one’s heart, manifesting a powerful talent.
Compared to such a perilous living environnt, it seed that these talents created through statue projections and replication were more powerful, defied the heavens more, and were simpler and easier.
Zhou Yan pondered, sowhat dazed.
After a long ti, he sighed lightly, and without hesitation, took out another statue and instinctively began engraving.
This ti, as Zhou Yan started engraving with his sword, he thought of one thing—why is it that when engraving Zhou Ying, it is Zhou Ying, and when engraving Hong Yuqiao, it is Hong Yuqiao, and their corresponding abilities belong to them? But when engraving his father’s form, though it appears as Zhou Wangchen, the abilities are instead Zhou Yan’s?
Zhou Yan contemplated this, and once again engraved a statue of Zhou Wangchen.
Then, Zhou Yan did not strike the final sword but combined it with another mottled statue using his blood qi, while during the blood qi fusion, Zhou Yan recalled the Supre Forget Love Swordsmanship his father once cultivated.
In this visualization, Zhou Yan infused the ideation of this supre dao into the statue.
Soon, this dao manifested as a trace, and the two statues rged in the blood qi, suddenly emitting a virtual image that grabbed a corpse, forming a middle-aged man in a black robe, holding the Heavenly Evil Sword, with an aged deanor.
This man stood indifferently in the void, looking at Zhou Yan with calm and complex eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes so profound, as if storing all the sorrows and tragedies of his life.
That gaze, that indifferent and aged temperant, and that leisurely yet unruly aura gave Zhou Yan a strong impact.
Zhou Yan’s heart trembled inexplicably, unable to believe that this person was a statue body.
If seen in the outside world, Zhou Yan would surely kneel and bow with utmost respect, firmly believing he was his father Zhou Wangchen.
But at this mont, this person was conjured by Zhou Yan’s own hands, so how could it be true?
"Yan’er, after our parting back then, I didn’t expect that now we are forever separated by life and death. Now, you can revive through longing, I am very gratified."
Zhou Wangchen sighed softly, his voice aged and full of emotion.
Zhou Yan’s divine soul shook, revealing an incredible expression in his eyes.
"Superior Water, now that you’ve chosen the Ruoshui Scripture, the principles within aren’t too different from my Supre Forget Love Swordsmanship. We, father and son, ultimately walk the sa path. Is this fortune? Or misfortune and sorrow?"
Zhou Wangchen continued speaking.
His deanor, tone, and every other aspect, flawless, just like a true man.
Zhou Yan felt a chill all over, this statue body was too terrifying.
Thinking in his heart, Zhou Wangchen seemingly sensed his thoughts, bitterly saying: "I am your father Zhou Wangchen, this fact cannot be faked, nor can the truth beco false. However, my appearance this ti is rely to verify our cultivation to the dao. Today, only the victor can survive, so give it your all, I will show no rcy."
Zhou Wangchen said again.
Zhou Yan’s gaze focused, and without saying a word, he imdiately unleashed his ultimate killing dao.
But the terror of the Supre Forget Love Swordsmanship manifested in an instant.
Supre Forget Love cuts away all emotions.
An icy, emotionless person loses the sensing of the six senses, and thus their focus becos terrifying.
Zhou Wangchen’s Supre Forget Love rule swordsmanship struck, and Zhou Yan’s spirit was imdiately struck as if by lightning, tingling and unbearable, and various negative emotions and chaotic scenes all manifested in his mind, unable to calm down.
This is a truly terrifying dao, causing one’s mind and spirit to be unbearably chaotic, unable to focus on battle.
In such a battle, without focus, one is bound to fall behind.
Moreover, every ti there is a progress in strength, the engraved statue will definitely be slightly stronger than one’s own strength.
Zhou Yan once again engaged in a bitter battle.
With each narrow escape from death, Zhou Yan’s inner turmoil gradually subsided, and he began to focus within this supre dao.
Soon, Zhou Yan started to gain the upper hand, but Zhou Wangchen seed to also grow stronger with each battle and once again ford an oppression.
This battle was equally intense, equally insanely fought, and the duration of this battle lasted thirty-two days!
At the last mont of the battle, Zhou Wangchen unleashed a peerless killing move, but at the instant he was about to kill Zhou Yan, he held back.
Then, Zhou Wangchen’s move turned on himself.
In front of Zhou Yan, at the last mont Zhou Wangchen chose victory, he chose suicide.
Zhou Yan was already in a dying state, his entire body shrouded in dim blood light, yet upon witnessing this scene, his heart was still struck by a violent shock!
Is this falsehood? Or reality?
Zhou Yan found it sowhat difficult to distinguish.
He suddenly thought of a terrifying question—where did humans truly originate from in the beginning?
Every part of Zhou Yan trembled, shivering, yet nothing could be stopped.
He suddenly loathed himself, hated that he had infused so unknown elent when doing the engraving.
Perhaps, simply engraving a simple figure might be more suitable for battle.
As Zhou Yan pondered in his heart, the heaviness of his body caused him to collapse directly onto the ground.
Blood flowed, yet within the confinent array set by Zhou Yan, it wouldn’t spill outside to contaminate other corpses or statues.
And in this battle, it was clear, he failed once again.
Zhou Yan lay on the ground, feeling as if engulfed in ripples, reincarnating between heaven and earth.
It was a marvelous sensation, as well as a near-death experience.
Indescribable, yet so sorrowful.
Such life and death trials, ultimately, what were they for?
Upon witnessing the statue form of Zhou Wangchen abandon the killing of Zhou Yan and committing suicide, the deep-seated pain in Zhou Yan’s heart seed to be directly touched, even pierced by a sword, brutally realistic and ’naked’.
Zhou Yan lay on the ground, thinking of nothing, suddenly feeling an overwhelming fatigue, even wishing to simply close his eyes and leave forever.
But reaching this point, how could he give up?
Sotis, living is more painful than death.
Because death is liberation, and living is no longer for oneself.
Lying on the ground, the flying sword Ru Yu continued to release mysterious warm energy to repair the Divine Body and Divine Soul, while the chip emitted stronger energy for restoration.
This ti, within only ten days, Zhou Yan had returned to his peak.
After recovery, the Emperor Blood naturally reached the level of seventy-one transformations.
Rising from the Third Transformation, it beca the Second Transformation.
Clearly, the bloodline transformation was becoming increasingly difficult.
But it was also evident that the benefits from the battle with Zhou Wangchen were actually greater than those from fighting Hong Yuqiao.
Zhou Yan sighed lancholically, then stood up and once again took out the Silent Annihilation Cold Iron, and began engraving.
This ti, Zhou Yan engraved his own statue.
However, at the mont of its completion, his own statue shattered instantly without the final stroke on the eyes.
Zhou Yan attempted once more, and the statue shattered again.
Then Zhou Yan arbitrarily chose the guise of Jiang Wannian, engraved a statue, then dripped his own blood on it, just like the first ti when he had engraved his father, Zhou Wangchen.
This ti, after Jiang Wannian appeared, he imdiately grabbed a dried corpse, integrating it into his Divine Body, subsequently displaying formidable Killing Dao.
Also perfectly replicating almost all of Zhou Yan’s Dao.
Alike in its ice-coldness and intense hostility.
Identical to the first statue form of Zhou Wangchen.
Zhou Yan struggled for over ten days, killing this statue form of Jiang Wannian, equivalent to again defeating himself.
This ti, Zhou Yan’s injuries were not particularly severe, and he recovered after three days, after which the Emperor Blood transford one more layer, reaching the level of eight-nine seventy-two transformations.
At this mont, Zhou Yan began to analyze and consolidate, determining one thing.
Whichever figure he engraved as his own statue, once a drop of his Essense Blood is added, that person’s abilities would be exactly like Zhou Yan’s.
And if a statue from the ancient warship was fused with a statue using his bloodline as a catalyst to fuse the two, then absorb a dried corpse, as long as that person exists, they would certainly be replicated with various corresponding abilities.
If emotions were even invested during the engraving, then that person could completely revive, becoming an incredibly ’real’ clone!
Just like the second Zhou Wangchen, if Zhou Yan hadn’t seen and personally made it, at any other place where they encountered, Zhou Yan would undoubtedly believe that this was certainly his father, with not a hint of deception!
But in reality?
Such clones are truly terrifying.
Based on these realizations, Zhou Yan suddenly thought of the overlapping cultivators from the Sword Burial Ancestor Star and the Dark God Domain, their various aspects seed to interlink with this current hypothesis.
It is undoubtedly very unsettling.
Zhou Yan even dared not think too deeply, because if such results could indeed correspond and be related to the statue forms here, it would be an unimaginable calamity.
Who could have thought that accompanying kin, friends, or a beloved Fairy, could inherently be a dried corpse?
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