Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 223 - 112: What Can Be Seen, After All, Will Not Be the Future

Chapter 223: Chapter 112: What Can Be Seen, After All, Will Not Be the Future

Zhou Yan looked at Yang Qingtan, silently saying nothing.

In fact, the last person he wanted as an enemy was Yang Qingtan.

Zhou Yan remembered that he once said that in their lifetimes, if possible, the two of them should never be enemies.

Because Yang Qingtan’s master had given up on him and chosen Zhou Yan instead.

In reality, Yang Qingtan was merely a spare option for his master’s inheritance. Having found a suitable heir, his master had abandoned Yang Qingtan, and that was indeed Yang Qingtan’s sorrow.

The inheritance that Yang Qingtan received was not even one ten-thousandth of what Zhou Yan inherited, but it could be called specialization; with his dedicated pursuit of Enlightenment, walking the path of the Heartless Sword Dao, he was bound to make rapid progress.

Yang Qingtan was not lacking in temperament or in encounters with fortune, with a strong supporter behind him, otherwise how could he be here today?

Thus, his becoming powerful did not surprise Zhou Yan in the slightest.

He was a genius favored by fate, rising from adversity and now an enemy.

This is fate; when one thing after another goes wrong, Zhou Yan finally felt that in coalescing the Sword Soul and becoming an enemy of the Heavenly Dao, he was destined to be at odds with the world!

Perhaps from now on, there would ultimately be no room for mercy in his heart.

...

Yang Qingtan’s father, named Yang Wufeng, had died in the so-called ’Water Domain Demon Light,’ a man involved with a corrupt and rotten woman like Xia Wenjing, weak and incompetent.

What kind of person he was, Zhou Yan already knew at the time and had given him many chances, to him, he had already done all he could.

Moreover, it was not Zhou Yan who killed that Yang Wufeng, but Ghost Rain Sword Soul Lee Xinyu, a genius of the Lee family from twenty years ago.

Zhou Yan still vividly remembered the scene; it was something he could never forget in this lifetime.

The woman was devastatingly beautiful, spiritual, ruthless, and decisive.

Zhou Yan remembered her cruel ways of killing, as well as her beauty at that time...

But all of this, upon reflection now, only served to make him sigh.

As for Hou Yao’s cursing and ranting within the Purple Mist Sea... at that time, Zhou Yan was in the midst of Enlightenment, he vaguely understood but was in a state beyond thought and emotion, unable to abandon Enlightenment to come out and fight.

It was not powerlessness or cowardice, but under pressure, he insisted on Enlightenment, striving to strengthen himself. Even if it were to be done over, Zhou Yan didn’t think he had made a mistake.

A strong person with such a huge gap in Realm, charging headfirst to their death, besides having a brain disability, Zhou Yan couldn’t think of any wrongdoing in doing so.

It’s just... in Yang Qingtan’s eyes, that had become synonymous with cowardice.

Zhou Yan revealed a bitter smile and then chose silence.

At this point, it was inevitable for the other party to make a move, and Zhou Yan had nothing to say, because no matter how much he said, it actually wouldn’t stop the other party from taking action. There was no need to explain.

Without explanation, Zhou Yan’s gaze turned to Zhou Xian.

This cousin, who had followed him from the Zhou Family of Canglan City, had kneeled before him in repentance.

Facing Zhou Yan’s sharp and somewhat indifferent gaze, Zhou Xian seemed to have something to say, seemed to want to explain, but ultimately, his eyes dodged and avoided Zhou Yan, and he lowered his head.

But he also took a step forward, which meant he was also going to take action.

Zhou Xian’s Realm had undergone a transformation in this short period, astonishingly reaching the Sword Spirit Three Heavens, and his Realm seemed remarkably stable; who knew what had happened.

Afterward, Zhou Yan did not look at Zhou Qianqian, but toward Zhou Ying.

His relationship with Zhou Qianqian was just average, so now that they were enemies, there weren’t as many concerns.

Zhou Ying, dressed in pure white Spirit Armor, was slim and as beautiful as ever, and strikingly charming. Her face showed some weariness, she appeared much thinner, her bright eyes were misty with unshed tears, and surrounded by bloodshot redness.

It was clear she had not been having a good time.

She did not face Zhou Yan’s gaze, but kept her head down, hesitating for a long time, and ultimately did not take a step forward.

But at that moment, Zhou Ying’s father, Zhou Han, took a step forward.

He did not avoid Zhou Yan’s gaze, but looked directly at him and said, "Yan’er, all that we’ve done... sigh, you should know the mysteries of the Heavenly Spirit Sword Body.

All I can say is that the Ancestor expended a great deal of energy to activate the embryonic form of my Heavenly Sword Eye—the Heavenly Spirit Eye, and I saw a scene."

Zhou Han didn’t say much, but Zhou Yan’s heart stirred, suddenly understanding that they must have seen something.

"What can be seen is never the future. Did you see me fail at coalescing the Sword Soul, or did I die here today?"

Zhou Yan’s face turned a shade paler, as if in an instant, he felt a blurry scene.

A woman in white, her Spirit Armor soaked through with blood, her body mangled and mutilated, appeared in front of him, disregarding her own collapsing body, continuously funneling Origin Energy into herself.

But ultimately the Twelve Sword Spirits broke apart in their rotation, and then, the blood exploded, staining a swath of Heaven and Earth red.

In that moment, the darkened sky was painted red with blood, and the ancient Demon Beast Essence Blood seemed to pour for three days and nights without running dry.

In that instant, Zhou Yan woke from an inexplicable fragment, with Zhou Han still standing before him, Zhou Yan could still hear the lingering sound of the last two words he had said—’here.’