Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 226 - 114: Am I Finally Going to Die?

Chapter 226: Chapter 114: Am I Finally Going to Die?

"A True Spirit-level expert of the Void Realm, you have nowhere to run, and perhaps you still have some unknown trump card to stake it all. But with Lady Cai Ling, the Void Spirit, and me here, you might as well... give up!" Zhou Yan, the Ancestor of the Zhou Family, sighed at this moment.

Void Spirits are those among the Void Realm experts who are True Spirit-level geniuses.

The criterion for True Spirit-level is often the ability to fight beyond the Triple Realms and defeat enemies; this type of combat power span, strictly speaking, excludes all those with special bloodlines or constitutions.

Among the True Spirit-level experts, there are strong and weak, but those True Spirit-level geniuses who can break through the Triple Realms, still being of the Void Realm, are truly terrifying.

Zhou Yan was not ignorant, but it was precisely because he knew that he realized, at this moment, that he had fallen into an extremely huge trap.

Zhou Yan raised his now indifferent eyes and looked around at everyone present, as if he intended to etch them all into his memory.

He had experienced moments of life and death many times, but this time, Zhou Yan knew there was no way out.

It seemed he had already accepted it; perhaps he should have died long ago, in that bitterly cold lake, supposed to have drowned due to the exhaustion of his potential. Or perhaps, he was destined to die later, at the moment when he was about to succeed in condensing his Sword Soul.

After all, death sooner or later, there was no difference.

Even Zhou Yuntian, a genius favored by the heavens with the energy of the Void Realm within him, became like a grandchild before this woman.

Even the old Ancestor of the Great Zhou family, a Void Realm expert who had lived for untold years, had to respectfully address this woman as ’my lady’...

Facing such two powerful beings, Zhou Yan didn’t know what he could possibly use to fight back, or what skills he could struggle with.

"Little thing, it’s time to end this."

The woman seemed not to want to talk more, indifferently glancing at Zhou Yan, and then suddenly, a beam of light, with unstoppable speed, surged towards Zhou Yan.

At this moment, Yang Qingtan still seemed to want to speak, as if he wanted to settle the feud of his father’s killing, but he was repelled by a glance from the woman in colorful clothes.

An unbearably dazzling light, nearly obscuring a piece of the void, pressed down on Zhou Yan.

In an instant, only a ’hum’ was heard, the void, as if shattered, a destructive pressure pressed down on Zhou Yan.

At this moment, Zhou Yan suddenly raised his head, and flames, after intense compression, violently ejected from his body like spurting blood. In his hands now appeared a sword, a Soul-level long sword, no longer hiding its aura, fully unleashed.

Simultaneously, the terrifyingly extreme Lonely Sword Intent also broke free from the massive restraint under the death pressure and slaughtered its way forward.

The Twelve Sword Spirit Imprints, like stars on the night sky of the void, suddenly congregated together, deriving an Eagle Form Sword Spirit.

Eagle Form Sword Spirit!

The eagle is the king, the lonely supreme, and also the pinnacle creature of the Sky Dao.

At this time, only the Eagle Form was suitable for the slaying Sword Dao that overlooked all living beings like ants.

All kinds of moves, unleashed in an instant, countless energies exploded chaotically, like thunder from the Nine Heavens, resounding continuously.

Flames, Lonely Sword Intent, and dazzling light collided together, like a fire dragon dancing in the void, rampaging from the sky to every part of the void.

Where the fire dragon passed, where eagles danced, areas that were once vibrant instantly turned into scorched ruins.

However, such a mad assault could not withstand the onslaught of that white light.

Zhou Yan bitterly smiled; he truly knew he was powerless, knew he could not block it, even if he activated the Soul-level Spirit Armor and long sword, it had no effect. But he was just making a last effort; he was never someone to give up, even if he had to fight with his last breath.

His gaze tightly fixed on that beam of light, which, like emerging from ancient times, suddenly pierced into his forehead.

At this moment, Zhou Yan abandoned all thoughts of trust and distrust towards Hou Yan, clasping that piece of Soul Jade.

Upon clasping it, time seemed to freeze, a Light Gate appeared in the void, and a figure quickly emerged, but upon seeing that woman, paused for a moment, then disappeared even faster.

The Void Gate closed.

"Puff—"

A muffled sound, Zhou Yan heard the clear echo of flesh and bone shattering by his ears, he saw a spray of crimson blood-mist like blood.

In the center of his forehead, as if a giant long sword had been thrust in, and that sword, incredibly, was the Soul-level Broken Worry Sword he himself had forged.

That one sword, struck by that beam of white light, counterattacked even faster than the white light, piercing through his forehead, tearing apart his soul.

Zhou Yan felt, the space around him seemed to twist, everything in front of him became unreal, his Spiritual Sense suddenly became very heavy, almost unbearably so.

His thoughts also became increasingly blurred, as if falling into an unknown abyss, his body slowly sinking.

He wanted to struggle, but was feebly pale. And the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Is this... finally the end?"

Zhou Yan murmured to himself, feeling his soul slowly starting to shatter, as if he was on the brink of death, no longer feeling the warmth of his body or the pain of the physical impact.

He tried hard to open his eyes, wanting to see this world, but the blurred figures before his eyes, the cold expressions on every face, were not so indistinct.

Until death, those people, were all cold bystanders.

Whether it was deception or not, at this moment, Zhou Yan could be sure, he had truly been abandoned by everyone.

Zhou Yan desperately tried to clear his will but sadly realized that reality was still incredibly cruel. Affected by such shocks, the world in front of him became even blurrier.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh, Zhou Yan closed his eyes. He felt very tired, not physically, but emotionally.

The world before his eyes turned into a blurry white expanse, in which the figures of Feng Lingqing and Ning’er appeared.

Ning’er stood faintly to one side, like a goddess, seemingly unattainable, ethereal, and elusive. Feng Lingqing, meanwhile, cradled a cute, tender infant who was babbling and looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Yanyan, be good, listen to your father."

The voice sounded ethereal, as if Feng Lingqing was right beside him, speaking to the infant in her arms.

Zhou Yan forced his confused eyes open and saw the cute, tender infant suddenly turn into a pitch-black, emaciated corpse. At that moment, Feng Lingqing’s body also began to break apart; in an instant, blood and the Sword Spirit Imprint in the Void shattered and collapsed.

"No—!"

Zhou Yan roared, but no sound came out.

Witnessing all this destruction, he couldn’t make a move to save them.

He struggled and roared but couldn’t escape the merciless grip of Heavenly Dao and fate.

At that moment, a mysterious spiritual hand grasped his crumbling soul, as if a pair of warm hands suddenly held his stiff hands.

From these small, soft hands, Zhou Yan felt a hint of vague warmth.

"Father, sleep peacefully, Yanyan will take care of everything." Yanyan’s weak, indistinct voice emerged.

"No..."

Zhou Yan wanted to shake his head but couldn’t move. He wanted to send a message, but he couldn’t communicate.

At that time, boundless darkness struck. Having been completely despairing, Zhou Yan now struggled mightily because of Yanyan’s voice.

Soon after, Zhou Yan faintly felt the heaven and earth trembling.

Yanyan’s flames extinguished.

Like a brilliant meteor, it flashed across the Purple Flame Void.

Then, a huge finger appeared, finger like a shadow eclipsing the sun, violently stabbing downward.

The heaven and earth shattered, space-time fractured, and this single finger seemed to pierce through the heavens and penetrate the universe.

This valley suddenly turned entirely into ruins and ashes.

...

Carefree Main City, Battle Sky Restaurant.

"Indeed, Zhou Yan indeed possessed such Primordial Magnetic Pole Light capabilities, it’s just... such a pity."

"The Zhou Family is just a bunch of pitiable people without individuality."

"Zhou Yuntian this time, if he acquires the Ancestor Blood and this type of polar light energy, he could definitely counteract Ji Tianxu."

"There’s not much chance, but that Cailing Void Spirit indeed lives up to being a True Spirit-level genius of the Void Third Realm. With that world-destroying strike, she actually withstood it and even saved everyone at the scene except Zhou Yan, astonishing countless geniuses from foreign domains.

Zhou Yan’s trump cards were completely wasted."

"If it weren’t so, how could they seize the precious Primordial Magnetic Pole Light energy inside him?"

"Cailing Void Spirit kept her promise to save the Zhou Family’s people from death, that’s really true. Anyway, as long as the Zhou Family isn’t completely wiped out, there’s still hope."

"Indeed, Zhou Yan was powerful and had potential, but after all, ’the taller a tree stands, the more likely it’s destroyed by the wind’. His character will eventually offend foreign geniuses and bring disaster to his entire clan. Moreover, his Sword Body born from wild paths isn’t likely to condense a Sword Soul. Now with his situation, reaching the Sword Spirit Three Heavens and then having his Sword Spirit shattered again, he is finished."

"A generation’s genius, Ji TaiXu, has also fallen, Zhou Yan’s downfall is hence quite normal. In this world, countless geniuses die every day. The City of No Tears has even countless geniuses’ white bones paving the entire ancient city.

Thus, there’s no need to care about it. It can only be said, relatively speaking, that this Zhou Yan died somewhat undeservingly."

"The older generations of the Zhou Family were cruel and ruthless. The selfishness of the current younger generation was evident from the beginning. We shouldn’t provoke Heartless Sword Dao Sword Cultivators."

"Exactly. But this Zhou Yan, I, Wang Ze, really admire him. If only he didn’t have such a useless father. Otherwise, with his ancestor blood and his background, he actually still had a slight chance to reach the Sword Soul; too bad his incapable, useless father dragged him down!

If it weren’t for giving his father ancestor blood, if Zhou Yan hadn’t returned but had gone directly to the Li Family, with their strong protectors, he could have soared to great heights."

"Zhou Yan’s father? What’s the use of talking about that waste? Let’s just drink, such a waste who should’ve died long ago, living only to drag down his son and bring calamity to his own kin. A man who can’t even protect his own wife and spends his days drowning in alcohol and self-pity, what right does he have to be discussed?"

Among the group of Cultivators chatting, a burly man dressed in coarse clothes scoffed disdainfully.

Not far beside him, an aged middle-aged man in a worn-out flax-colored cotton robe sat silently in a daze.

His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Seemingly, he didn’t even know who he was.

However, inexplicably, hearing the Cultivators’ words, he felt a profound distress.

"Zhou Yan... died... I... Superior Water... Supreme Forget Love Swordsmanship... I, who am I? Why does this hurt so much..."