The pillar of destruction capable of slaughtering divine beings approached like a pitch-black abyss, crushing with the power of space.
Zhou Yan’s gaze sharpened, and the Xuanyuan Sword enlarged countless tis in an instant, standing before him.
The Xuanyuan Sword manifested a nearly immortal divine power, and the Xuanyuan Evil Soul displayed an extraordinarily powerful devouring force, devouring the elder’s attack entirely.
The Way of Devouring appeared for the first ti on the Sword Burial Ancestor Star today.
However, this was not Zhou Yan’s own strength.
Limited by his realm, Zhou Yan relied solely on his formidable will to wield the Xuanyuan Sword and accomplish all of this, despite lacking space abilities like controlling the air and locking space nodes.
Just like the last resort Lee Ran and others hoped for, to have Emperor Lei Yan wield the Xuanyuan Sword in its full glory with his will.
Currently, Zhou Yan was doing the sa, though his realm was much lower, and the Xuanyuan Sword was rely a broken immortal weapon.
Walk a hundred miles, but fall short by ninety.
Even if the Xuanyuan Sword missed just one fragnt, it could only be considered a broken immortal weapon. Not to ntion, it was missing six fragnts.
How could a complete immortal weapon and a broken one be compared?
At this mont, the Way of Devouring appeared, and the one-legged elder’s attack, like a black abyss, was imdiately absorbed into endless ripples. The stagnant space rippled like water, and with a tremor of the Xuanyuan Sword, the terrifying attack was cald.
All of this was carried out by the Xuanyuan Sword’s autonomous attack under the dominion of Zhou Yan’s will.
The Xuanyuan Sword, undulating with a distinct immortal divine aura, absorbed the elder’s attack as pure energy, storing it within the space inside the sword.
The one-legged elder’s all-out strike, nearly his trump card, was subdued by Zhou Yan with a wave of his hand. On his young-looking face, there was an expression of utmost fear, his gaze filled with indescribable terror, staring at Zhou Yan as if looking at the most terrifying thing in the world.
"You, you—you are not Zhou Yan, you are not the one with the Emperor Seal in his bloodline. Who, who on earth are you?"
The elder was extrely agitated. Though he appeared youthful with white hair, his agitation made his expression indescribably strange.
At the sa ti, he must know many complex secrets that probably even Zhou Yan was unaware of.
Moreover, at the start of his speech, he imdiately ntioned the "Emperor Pattern," which are Emperor Dao Runes, things of an immortal level.
How could soone in this weak breeding ground know about such things?
Not to ntion, when the elder spoke, the language he used was an incredibly pure form of the Tai Chu Rune, distinctly filled with a unique and authentic ancient rhythm.
He was an ancient person with a remarkable and mysterious background, not rely a respect-elder of the Xie Family.
Zhou Yan, upon hearing his words, didn’t even furrow his brows.
The nature of this event had already gone beyond imagination, but Zhou Yan wouldn’t let his spirit waver because of it.
He looked at the elder with calm eyes and said indifferently, "What else do you wish to say?"
"Who, who exactly are you? I know I won’t survive beyond this mont, so please give an answer."
The terrifying aura of the one-legged elder dissipated, and his emotions gradually stabilized.
"Is it important?"
Zhou Yan’s gaze lingered on the one-legged elder, finally fixing on his seemingly youthful face.
This was a face only gracefully handso youths possessed, yet it had a pair of abyss-like deep eyes, frost-white hair, and the sa hoary beard covering a rugged face.
The elder was silent for a mont, looking down slightly as he cast a complex gaze at the kneeling, terror-stricken Xie Xikun and Xie Feng beside him, and then at his skeletal, one-legged figure, his expression equally complex.
"You’re right. Even if I knew, it indeed wouldn’t matter. Even if you told who you are, so what? Since you know my real situation, you must have a way to prevent from sending information to the headquarters."
The elder said as cracks appeared densely on his purple-black, mummified-looking one leg, as if about to break apart.
But at this mont, Zhou Yan suddenly summoned the engraved Short Sword—the jade-like Flying Sword.
As soon as the Flying Sword appeared, the elder’s purple-black one leg ceased its complicated transformation.
The elder stared in horror at the sword, holding a vacant gaze for a mont, then showing endless fear.
This wasn’t sothing feigned—fear from the depths of one’s Divine Soul, no matter how powerful, couldn’t be portrayed so completely. Only instinctual fear caused such vivid changes in the pupils.
The elder’s dry lips moved, staring at the jade-like Flying Sword in Zhou Yan’s hand, unable to utter a single rune.
"I know you’re stalling for ti to unleash an ancient Supre Killing Intent, but you needn’t bother. Before you unleash such a path, I will undoubtedly drive this Short Sword through your brow, annihilating everything of yours. Of course, I’m talking to you only because I’m not as strong as you think. Earlier, all my will was focused on resisting the attack with that sword. Now that I’ve recovered, I can use this jade-like Short Sword to give you a swift end."
Zhou Yan’s face bore a serene smile.
But this kind of smile made people shiver, as if their spirit had fallen into an icy cave, it was an unspeakable fear, and this fear and pressure could also be contagious.
Even this one-legged old man couldn’t help but tremble, and Xie Xikun and Xie Feng were naturally even more unbearable.
Beside Zhou Yan, Feng Lingqing looked at Zhou Yan with so astonishnt. Obviously, she never expected that beneath Zhou Yan’s calm deanor, such strong strategizing ability was hidden. Those little sches seed easy and effortless in his hands.
With montum and awe, he intimidated the enemies, making his own recovery seem insignificant, scaring the enemies so much they dared not fight back. Then after recovering, he told the enemies the truth, causing chaos and flaws in their hearts.
Feng Lingqing understood in an instant.
Although Gu Xi didn’t understand, seeing Zhou Yan speak so freely and facing such a terrifying old monster with a calm expression, she was filled with an indescribable sense of pride.
This was her Brother Zhou Yan, always her heaven and earth, always so outstanding.
...
Zhou Yan never considered how Feng Lingqing and Gu Xi would view him. In fact, no matter how the two won saw him, his way of doing things would not change. Moreover, from this simple battle, Zhou Yan also saw so shortcomings and bottlenecks in his abilities. After all, the realm was still a hard injury. Here, it counts as another world of his True Self, but in this parallel world, it’s just him, Zhou Yan, for now. Therefore, in this world, Zhou Yan’s realm hasn’t kept up.
The realm not keeping up is the biggest shortcoming. Although suppressing the enemy now seems easy, it’s all just divine soul power, and this power is not endless.
Moreover, after exhibiting this power, with the current realm, recovery is quite slow.
However, Zhou Yan also doesn’t care.
To live, one should live grandly; to die, one can die grandly.
Only seek a smooth heart and mind, the rest isn’t that important.
Because if you can’t even live well yourself, then bearing any responsibility and being a guardian would be laughable.
Because in such circumstances, responsibility and protection would be extrely pale and powerless, like the most ridiculous joke.
Just like the once Sword Burial Ancestor Star, guarding it a lifeti, in the end, nothing was protected.
What should have been gained wasn’t gained.
What should have been lost was long lost.
Once the Sword Burial Ancestor Star, the mory Zhou Yan left, was just a desolation, a ruin, a blood water river, and a barren spirit field.
Life’s greatest sorrow is nothing more than this.
Therefore, on this ti’s Sword Burial Ancestor Star, Zhou Yan only seeks to live true to his heart, as long as his thoughts flow smoothly.
What belongs to him will certainly belong to him.
What does not belong to him, no matter how much he pays, will eventually flow east with the water.
Flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth.
Life’s long grief, the water flows ever east.
Zhou Yan disrupted the old man’s heart with words, but suddenly activated the Killing Spirit Divine Dao with his divine soul power, unleashing a power he shouldn’t have owned at this ti.
Killing Spirit Divine Dao, combined with the flying sword as exquisite as jade, pierced directly into the one-legged old man’s brow, leaving him trembling, divine soul shaking, as if trembling like a sieve.
Zhou Yan, however, mastered the Xuanyuan Evil Soul as the sovereign, relying on the exquisite jade sword’s power, and used the Soul Searching Technique.
For this, Zhou Yan paid a great price, the consumption of his divine soul power instantly surpassing thirty percent.
Yet, he willingly did it, such was his intent to do so directly—such was his recklessness and freedom.
Under such circumstances, Zhou Yan seed to charge into a unique blood-colored space.
Within the blood-colored space, a gigantic blood cocoon continuously thumped like the blood-red heart of an ancient Great Emperor of the Demon Race.
The giant blood cocoon throbbed, while the surrounding endless blood mist derived various scenes. Though shrouded by blood mist and unclear, within them, Zhou Yan distinctly saw the ancient Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City and on the city, a woman’s withered body standing.
Like a longing wife stone, she just stood there gazing into the distance.
After enduring the ages, she seed to have turned into a statue, her bloodline long dried.
Through such a space, Zhou Yan saw this scene. His heart stirred slightly, strengthening the Soul Searching Technique, drawing the scene nearer.
This withered woman had a blurry face, unclear, but her slim silhouette appeared exceptionally familiar.
This familiarity seed not just due to her figure, but Zhou Yan seed intimately familiar with this very body itself.
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