Capítulo 1168: Chapter 69: Supre Forget Love
Sword Burial Ancestor Star.
The Ancestor Star suddenly started shaking, as if a nine-level earthquake had occurred.
The massive movent made it seem as if the Sword Burial Ancestor Star was facing a catastrophe of destruction. Amidst this turmoil, ancient cultivators from beyond the domain awakened one after another, beginning to descend onto the Sword Burial Ancestor Star.
Simultaneously, so of the ancient cultivators who were in sealed slumber within the Great Zhou family also started to awaken.
Not only the Great Zhou family, but also ancient family-head level ancestors and extraordinary geniuses from other major families broke through their seals and awoke from their secluded and dormant states.
It was as if the upheaval that once occurred on the Sword Burial Ancestor Star was happening again, causing a transformational reversal of heaven and earth.
Moreover, so ancient demon beasts from the Ancient Demon Clan began to descend upon the Sword Burial Ancestor Star.
Such as the Sky Water Clan, the Three-eyed Clan, the Heavenly Beauty Clan, and other ancient demon clans, all began to appear.
This was once the Heavenly Destiny plan, but the course of history has always started to coincide in certain places, never changing due to any situation.
At this ti, Zhou Yan was in a red tent, embracing Feng Lingqing, indulging in instinctual affection.
The process, from Feng Lingqing’s request to the wedding, and then entering the bridal chamber, all flowed smoothly.
This ti of affection didn’t last very long, only a day and a night.
And Feng Lingqing was also fulfilled by conceiving a child.
For cultivators, whether or not a new life is conceived, it can be felt almost instantly.
After a day and night of entwined passion, despite being reluctant, Feng Lingqing felt no reluctance, urging Zhou Yan to leave this Sword Space.
Although Zhou Yan wanted to linger, his mories of the Sword Origin Pool weighed heavily on his mind.
So he did not hesitate, and bid farewell to Feng Lingqing.
Upon leaving the Sword Space, Zhou Yan was imdiately enveloped by the breath of the turbulent days that once swept through the Sword Burial Ancestor Star. Simultaneously, he felt the celestial trajectory had shifted, seeming to indicate that the world had beco more stable and vast, less like an illusory realm.
This terrifying sense of reality, the mont Zhou Yan erged from the Sword Space, left a significant impact on him.
However, having once faced great danger and survived, Zhou Yan’s ntal state and the strength of his Divine Soul Divine Power had undergone a near-essential transformation, becoming more stable and powerful, so Zhou Yan no longer felt as moved.
Even parting with Feng Lingqing did not cause him any loss of heart.
Because Zhou Yan understood the rules and the Tao of the path he stepped out from in the Sword Origin Pool.
But the intimacy with Feng Lingqing required strength to protect. Without strength, or if cultivation pace couldn’t keep up, future tragedies would undoubtedly replay.
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Upon appearing in the courtyard, it was already late, but outside the courtyard, Zhou Lingyi, Zhou Lingyao, and other disciples of the Zhou family awaited him, ready to head towards the Sword Origin Pool together.
Seeing these familiar faces, Zhou Yan felt a warmth in his heart.
He restrained his aura, dispelling so of the passionate aura he carried, and then, with a calm heart, walked out of the courtyard.
“Brother Zhou Yan, you’re finally out, it’s almost evening, let’s hurry to the Sword Origin Pool. The Family Head has been waiting for a long ti.”
Seeing Zhou Yan co out, Zhou Ying was the first to step forward without any hesitation.
Zhou Yan reached out, gently ruffling her hair, smiling, “Sorry to keep you waiting, let’s go.”
Saying this, Zhou Yan started walking ahead of the others—because if he didn’t, no one would dare walk in front of him.
Zhou Yan was well aware of the Sword Origin Pool of the Zhou Family, and this ti, it was clear that the Zhou Family placed even greater importance on the Sword Origin Pool.
When Zhou Yan arrived, the other disciples of the Great Zhou family were noticeably relieved, clearly having waited for Zhou Yan, knowing that without him, the opening of the Sword Origin Pool would likely fall through.
After all, entering the Sword Origin Pool, who would dare not let Zhou Yan in?
With Zhou Yan’s audacity to kill an elder, such an act would be suicidal.
Therefore, even Family Head Zhou Cangmu could only wait patiently, for Zhou Yan’s talent was truly terrifying.
Upon Zhou Yan’s arrival, Zhou Cangmu imdiately showed a bitter face, “You rascal, at a ti like this, you still lack a sense of urgency. It’s not easy to open the Sword Origin Pool. Moreover, with the Nine Origin Reincarnation about to descend, geniuses from all families are surfacing, we can’t afford any mistakes with the Sword Origin Pool’s opening this ti, or the losses will be too great.”
Zhou Yan saw the bitter smile on Zhou Cangmu’s face, but sensing there was just a little bit of complaint and guidance, he didn’t mind, saying, “Indeed, so things got delayed. But now that I’m here, let’s hurry and open it, surely everyone’s grown impatient waiting. This is indeed my fault, I apologize, friends.”
Zhou Yan’s attitude was acceptable, which made many family disciples feel a bit relieved.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.”
“No problem, really, after all, a day or half a day is nothing for cultivators.”
“Indeed, when we ditate for cultivation, it takes days, Senior Brother Zhou Yan, you’re too kind.”
…
A group of cultivators imdiately responded all at once, and the family suddenly beca lively, with the atmosphere becoming extrely good.
Zhou Cangmu also smiled wryly continuously; Zhou Yan’s ferocity had already beco famous in Carefree Main City, and now he suddenly spoke kindly with everyone, making the disciples of the Great Zhou Family feel flattered. This, this is indeed going to surpass his prestige as the Family Head.
Zhou Cangmu lanted, but he was also quite gratified.
Afterward, he didn’t waste any words and left to open the Sword Origin Pool space of the Great Zhou Family.
The opening of the Sword Origin Pool space required quite a bit of resources and energy, yet no abnormalities appeared.
As in the past, Zhou Yan selected an entrance to the Sword Origin Pool and stepped once more into it.
It was as if the scenes from the Sword Burial Ancestor Star occurred again; this ti Zhou Yan arrived at the sa glacier land he had been before.
It seed that this lifeti or perhaps a past lifeti had an inseparable connection with glaciers.
However, after entering the Sword Origin Pool, Zhou Yan imdiately sensed a significant difference.
The Sword Origin Pool was still the sa Sword Origin Pool seen in the past. But this ti, upon entering, Zhou Yan imdiately experienced a vast Supre Forget Love Secret Technique.
This was a kind of secret technique, almost a rule.
The snow and ice of heaven and earth seed to be an interpretation of Supre Forget Love.
Ice and snow, cold winds howled, the earth was covered in flying snow.
Everything was clad in silver, it’s as if all things in this world had turned pale.
Arriving here, Zhou Yan’s heart suddenly felt very peaceful; his worries were few, and now it seed like they were cleansed once again, leaving him spotless and pure.
Zhou Yan walked quietly in this icy and snowy land, as if he had returned to antiquity.
In such a heaven and earth, even the strongest person felt imnsely small because, compared to heaven and earth, compared to a land clad in silver, humans were as insignificant as ants.
Yet in this heaven and earth, only Zhou Yan was present, making him the largest and strongest.
This was a unique experience, and Zhou Yan, within this complex ntal state, proceeded step by step.
His footsteps on the snow left a crisp sound, distinctly audible.
The snowflakes, like goose feathers, floated peacefully, landing on Zhou Yan’s body, on his hands, gradually transforming into sparkling water droplets. The droplets were frozen into ice crystals by the cold breath, translucent like crystals.
This was a natural world as if nothing existed.
Yet here, the Supre Forget Love’s presence was so strong.
This presence of Supre Forget Love simultaneously manifested an ancient charm that captivated one.
Zhou Yan bit by bit experienced, sensed, and thus entirely forgot the flow of ti.
As in the past, he continued to imrse himself in the comprehension of the Tao.
A long ti later, Zhou Yan perceived traces of ancient Immortal Runes—the Emperor Pattern—sensed the rune trails of snowflakes from the flying snow in the heavens, thereby comprehending part of the Emperor Pattern’s form trail.
And this trail, Zhou Yan discovered later, was a sculpting technique for carving statues. Though appearing scattered and chaotic, it was deeply profound and unfathomable, far from simple.
Zhou Yan started watching casually, gradually becoming more solemn, then even more seriously observed the changes in heaven and earth, the trajectories of falling snowflakes, grasping the inheritance of Supre Dao.
In the midst of this, as Zhou Yan delved deeper, he involuntarily pulled out the short sword nad Ru Yu and began to carve on his own.
Soon, the snowflakes in the heavens seed to gather around Zhou Yan, and he gradually seed to transcend this world, entering an unknown realm.
In this world, there was an ancient mountain peak, at its pinnacle stood a woman in a white gauzy dress, her gown fluttering yet she had a human head and a snake body, despite the white gown fluttering above, the snake body beneath the dress was obvious.
She gazed at the sky as if heaven and earth were close to collapse.
On the other side of the peak, on the vast plain, stood a man with a bare upper body, muscles knotted like cast iron, he was dark-skinned, and wielded a terrifying axe.
The man stood on the vast plain, looking at the giant peak, and suddenly raised his hand.
His hand was fierce and terrifying, suddenly wielding an axe that unleashed a terrifying endless axe light.
“Hiss hiss—”
The terrifying strength slashed through everything; at that mont, all of Zhou Yan’s insights disappeared, all his senses shattered, leaving only this axe’s trail in his mory.
What happened in that realm, Zhou Yan did not know.
Even what was in the snowy realm now, Zhou Yan knew not.
The Supre Forget Love Secret Technique he had comprehended seed to be interrupted because of this.
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