Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 225 - 113: The Affectionate Sword Dao Will Eventually Perish!

Chapter 225: Chapter 113: The Affectionate Sword Dao Will Eventually Perish!

This valley, with its extremely low terrain, was protected from harsh winds and scorching heat. It held the perennial spring-like freshness and fragrance characteristic of the valleys where the Emperor Sword Wuji Lineage thrived.

Surrounded by mountains, a natural formation isolated everything within, as if the heavens had intentionally left a peaceful sanctuary in this cruel world.

A gentle breeze caressed the face, warm and comfortable.

Normally, such a natural environment would allow Zhou Yan, who followed the Natural Dao, some insight and deep contemplation about complex cultivation issues, especially regarding the condensation of the Sword Soul, providing a rare and excellent opportunity for thought.

But now, the words of Zhou Yuntian and the scene of him being attacked by everyone made it impossible for Zhou Yan to have such insights into the Heart of Nature.

Especially, the disdainful tone from Zhou Yuntian looking down from above seemed more like mockery.

"Don’t be resentful, it’s just the rule of the victor over the defeated! When you previously trampled me underfoot, Great Zhou Family abandoned me to cultivate you, you should have anticipated that one day, when I rise, it would be your turn to be stepped on!

Do you think, just because Great Zhou Family abandoned me for you when you arrived, they won’t abandon you for a new genius? You think too highly of yourself. In reality, you are nothing at all! Just delusional!"

Zhou Yuntian spoke again, his voice cold and provoking Zhou Yan.

It seemed, he wanted to trample down everything Zhou Yan had, bit by bit.

Even now, when in his eyes, Zhou Yan was surely doomed, he still wanted to shatter Zhou Yan’s past before his death, turning even the memories worth recalling into something unbearable.

"Zhou Yuntian, how ridiculous of you to torment your own sister like this! Do you think, if she weren’t your sister, you’d still be alive? Your sister and my father were actually trying to save you too! Now, you torment her like this, and I find it quite satisfying to see."

Zhou Yan silently stared at Lee Yan Yun, who was being tormented by Zhou Yuntian, and then he suddenly spoke.

"Is that so? Let me make you even more satisfied then!"

Zhou Yuntian sneered, suddenly intensifying his control over the soul, torturing Lee Yan Yun again.

Lee Yan Yun’s soul had become so faint and indistinct, seemingly on the verge of shattering. Her disheveled and battered appearance was utterly miserable.

The anguished moans of the soul, although faint and noiseless, were still palpably excruciating to Zhou Yan, an indescribable torment.

"How about that? You think by saying that, I’ll ease her punishment? You’re too full of yourself! High comprehension doesn’t mean you’re extremely intelligent!"

Zhou Yuntian mocked.

Zhou Yan remained silent for a long time, then he smiled and said, "Yes, maybe I’m naturally spineless, clearly knowing I shouldn’t have returned here, yet for some things I couldn’t let go, I deliberately came back."

"Yes! It seems you believe everything now, isn’t that nice? But wait, there’s something more satisfying for you! Have you heard of Feng Lingqing? Well, let me bring you the good news, she was pregnant, nearly seven months along, and the little one looked just like you. When I dug her out, she looked like a little guppy, but I left her there, gave her no food or drink, and just let her starve to death! Hahaha, want to see your daughter now, like a dried-up frog?"

"You deserve to die!"

At this moment, whether true or false, Zhou Yan felt as if his entire body’s blood was boiling, a formidable killing intent in his heart no longer suppressable, like going mad.

"Deserve to die? Indeed, but you won’t see that day! You think, because that child died, no one here knows? Everyone knows, and yet no one advised me otherwise! This is what you consider your own people? A family that can abandon the genius they once cultivated at all costs, what trust can there be! Because of you, I was abandoned, but do you think you won’t end up like this? You deserve to die, but I won’t let you die in peace; I want you to know, you’ve always been treated as nothing but a puppet!"

Zhou Yuntian laughed heartily, the more hysterically Zhou Yan acted, the more he reveled in it.

But despite his blatant mocking of the family and acknowledging this harsh reality, no one retorted.

Everyone, even deliberately avoided looking into Zhou Yan’s eyes.

"Like a puppet..."

"Like a puppet..."

"Like a puppet..."

The scene was deadly silent, only the voice of Zhou Yuntian reverberated continuously.

Zhou Yan summoned the Purple Flame, attempting to break free from these shackles in an instant, but before the Purple Flame could stir, the Ancestor Thunder Divine Light from Zhou Gucheng was emitted, forcefully suppressing the gathering of the Purple Flame.

A raging, undying fury welled up in Zhou Yan’s heart, but no matter how he tried to muster his energy, he still couldn’t move.

His master’s past experience had clearly shown that the most terrifying enemies were not outsiders, but those close to you.

Because those close to you imperceptibly had mastered everything about you, striking with the force of thunder, leaving no room for any escape.

His master was betrayed by a friend, narrowly escaping death; had it not been for a leopard inadvertently saving his master, his master would have long been killed by that friend.

Now, as history seemed to repeat itself, first, upon teleportation, Zhou Yan was paralyzed by Zhou Gucheng, the person he trusted the most, who then soon after, the real ancestor of Zhou Family made his move, locking down all his abilities.

Then, Yang Qingtan with an invincible Sword Intent, shattered his ancient Sword Intent, rendering the Sword Intent he could still utilize useless.

The rest were all eyes of prey.

A heart full of anger, at such a juncture, had cooled down.

Zhou Yan desperately wanted to go mad, for he knew that Zhou Yuntian’s words were very likely true.

It was an extremely cruel fact, and if that was the case, Feng Lingqing was probably in dire straits now.

Zhou Yan felt a heart-wrenching pain as if to suffocate, the successive blows suddenly made him realize the current reality, but, when the Nine Origin Reincarnation began, everything had already changed.

True and false, illusion and reality, could no longer be judged merely by mental activity. Because the highest realm of deception is actually speaking words of truth and falsehood while thinking to oneself that all these are true.

Only by deceiving oneself can one deceive others.

In Zhou Yan’s heart, there was an inexplicable sorrow, the Affectionate Sword Dao had reached a point where he could no longer cultivate it.

A heartless person might not necessarily be a true hero, but the Affectionate Sword Dao would ultimately perish.

Enduring the tremendous pressure of the unknown space, Zhou Yan felt the power of the Great Zhou Family’s Ancestor, a power so overwhelming that it drove one to despair. Zhou Yan, bearing his body’s agony, felt his anger had long turned into helplessness and powerlessness.

The moment he heard the news, he had been ready to fight to the death, but those people seemed to know him too well, not even giving him a chance to fight desperately.

Zhou Yan also wanted to stall for time to use the Undying Rebirth Technique, to gather the Purple Flame in the Purple Flame Void, or to get a chance for his soul to enter the Purple Flame Void and gather Purple Flame, releasing it outside his body, but he never got the opportunity.

"You say so much, I don’t believe it! All these, they could never happen, your imagination is really rich! Aren’t you just unable to make a move? Are you waiting for someone, or just stalling for time?"

Zhou Yan said casually, while he was struggling against the terrifying binding force of the Zhou Family’s Ancestor.

At this moment, the only thing unknown to others was the soul-level Spirit Armor and the soul-level sword.

Soul level, even the lowest quality, once activated, would have unimaginable power. However, Zhou Yan wondered, besides Ancestor Blood, what else were they doing this for?

Could it be they were trying to force him to use his ultimate Soul Artifact Battle Armor and sword, or to verify the Thunder God’s giant finger, or to understand his master’s inheritance?

Any of these things being exposed would surely result in a terrible storm of blood and carnage.

But if he did not act now, he would have no way out.

At that moment, while Zhou Yan was struggling, he suddenly felt a more terrifying oppressive force appear, and another powerful being tore through the Void and arrived.

This was a woman in colorful clothes, dressed exactly like the colorfully dressed female guards of the Emperor Sword Qiankun Lineage.

After her arrival, she merely glanced at the cold beautiful woman beside Zhou Yuntian, completely ignoring the others, but the oppressive aura she emitted suddenly impacted the Zhou Family’s Ancestor.

"Once the unbirthed spiritual fetus is ready, go back early, don’t waste time here with these trifles."

The woman casually spoke, and the cold beautiful woman beside Zhou Yuntian immediately reacted.

"Yes, I understand."

The woman bowed and said.

Because of this small interlude, the binding force of the Great Zhou Family’s Ancestor suddenly loosened a bit, and Zhou Yan immediately seized this opportunity.

In an instant, his soul rushed into the Purple Flame Void, and his soul aura immediately disappeared.

Afterward, Zhou Yan gathered Purple Flame, preparing to activate the soul-level Battle Armor and sword with the infinite Demon Beast Essence Blood, using the Guardian Sword Formation and the defensive power on the Soul Armor to withstand everyone’s attacks, while preparing to use the Broken Worry Sword to carve a blood path.

But, just at this moment, the colorful-clothed woman suddenly focused her gaze and stared intently at Zhou Yan!

At that instant, Zhou Yan felt his soul pierced by such a pair of eyes, not only unable to gather energy, but even the connection between his soul and body was completely severed by that gaze.

This woman in colorful clothes, unknown who she was, but her cultivation definitely surpassed Hou Yao, this much Zhou Yan could be certain!

Moreover, this was not a woman who wielded a sword, because behind her, there was an Ancient Flute. The Ancient Flute was her weapon!

"Little fellow, don’t you understand yet? Resistance is futile! Since we specifically sent Zhou Qian to draw you here, it was for this moment."

The woman spoke condescendingly, her expression indifferent, yet she conveyed a sense of regretful compassion.

Her voice was cold but very pleasant to hear.

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