Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 230 - 116: Are You Lucky or Unlucky to Be Alive

Chapter 230: Chapter 116: Are You Lucky or Unlucky to Be Alive

Time, in the course of life, was as if the concept no longer existed.

A soul, pure beyond comparison, unstained as it emerged from the mud, untainted by the clear ripples, everywhere cleansing with a holy radiance.

The Ancient Array opened the Channel of the Universe, as if it took this soul, back to the beginning of the ancients, showing an ancient course of history.

This was the imprint of life; this was also the soul’s cry.

In this purification of the soul, Zhou Yan thought he was about to die. He could doubt anyone, but he would never doubt his Master.

This was a belief of the soul.

Zhou Yan had always believed his Master’s words, but this time, the Master seemed to have deceived him.

He vaguely felt that there should have been no choices at all. No matter which he chose, in reality, his Master would die, sacrificing himself for Zhou Yan.

Because, in that memory imprint of his Master, there had already been the possibility considered, everything had already been arranged.

Those past memories, along with the memories of his Master growing up, were deeply touching to the soul.

With each absorption and true fusion, Zhou Yan’s heart ached as if being sliced by knives.

In his Master’s memories were many painful experiences not yet revealed to him, and compared to those memories of betrayal, Zhou Yan’s own so-called pains, could only be described as happiness.

With every absorption of these memories, Zhou Yan couldn’t control his tears.

It was as if, he had truly experienced so many events, gone through so much bitterness and heaviness.

Until, he no longer had tears, the immense pain made his soul spasm.

In life, there could be a pain so great that even the will couldn’t resist, it was unspeakable.

Within this, Zhou Yan experienced endless epiphanies, as if at this moment, he truly walked through the same course as his Master.

It was only now that Zhou Yan understood the most painful thing in life was not death, nor was it a life worse than death, but in the pain, the feeling of powerlessness of not even being able to die.

In front of this powerlessness, even the thought of despair was so blissful, because one could still speak of despair.

When that feeling of powerlessness struck, the suffocation, the true breaking of one’s heart, not even the chance to despair remained.

...

A brand-new Purple Flame Void gradually appeared.

In the Void, Zhou Yan’s soul had reformed into a body.

Wisps of Law, born from this Heaven and Earth, cleansed Zhou Yan’s soul like a cool spring.

Zhou Yan saw, in this chaotic world, Yin Yang had re-emerged.

Within Yin Yang, Pure Qi rose, while the turbid sank, thereby forming a brand-new world.

His Master’s hunched figure derived the Soul Giant Sword, which then inexplicably transformed into a massive battle axe, cleaving Heaven and Earth with a single strike.

This represented the grand and majestic spirit and sentiment of Creation of Heaven and Earth.

His Master’s hair derived the mountains and rivers of the Purple Flame Void, his bloodline into rivers, his eyes into the sun, moon and stars of this world, and his physical body into a land rich with Spiritual Energy.

In the end, all that was left of his Master was an energy form, a battle axe of nothingness, with purple light swirling around it.

Suddenly, this purple light flew towards Zhou Yan, merging into his soul.

In an instant, his soul truly underwent an earth-shattering change, as Xingyi Beast Souls, like newly born creatures, appeared within his soul’s imprint.

When the twelve Beast Souls gathered, that beam of Primordial Magnetic Pole Light suddenly burst forth among them, blooming like a splendid flower, full of vibrant life.

The Twelve Beast Souls united, forming a great array like that of the constellations, displaying twelve mysterious transformations.

In the Void, a special space appeared, in which the presence of purple Flames developed from nothing to weak, from weak to strong, and quickly, a bundle of purple Flames blazed forth.

Within the purple Flames, his Master’s imprint was still faintly visible but close to exhaustion.

"You, so arrogant, once... under my hand shattered into a myriad pieces, tormented beyond measure, have tasted the greatest pain in the world, yet remained unyielding. Now for mere ants, you are willing to give up that secret..."

An indifferent voice suddenly appeared, as if surveying all things in Heaven and Earth.

Zhou Yan felt at that moment, he was being watched by a being as vast as Heaven and Earth; that feeling was like a common person standing in front of a gigantic planet, a disparity between a firefly and the bright moon.

Zhou Yan didn’t speak; that memory mentioned by the voice was not in his memories, he knew his Master had removed that memory to spare him from that pain.

But the words spoken by that voice still shook Zhou Yan’s soul.

His Master had actually... bowed to an enemy, or perhaps to a ’god’, who had never bowed before in his life.

All this, just for him, Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan’s heart ached immeasurably and he felt even more powerless. In this world, there were always beings far beyond his imagination, like a great mountain pressing down, his every struggle and effort as laughable as an ant desperately flipping in front of a giant elephant.