Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 258 - 137: The Living Seal_3

Chapter 258: Chapter 137: The Living Seal_3

Zhou Yan was extremely infuriated as he rebuked them.

Under his rebuke, surprisingly, no one spoke.

Qin Lan, who had been slapped, had also notably calmed down by this time.

Without engaging in direct combat, she felt that Zhou Yan, though powerful, was not exaggeratively strong and not as skilled as her.

However, after the direct confrontation, the sense of helplessness when facing Zhou Yan deeply stung Qin Lan.

That moment’s Lonely Sword Intent had instantly seemed to plunge her into an abyss of no return—this sensation was too terrifying.

She presumptuously claimed she was about to reach the Void Body Realm, but couldn’t even withstand a single strike of Sword Intent. If Zhou Yan had intended to kill her... it must be said, Zhou Yan was not wrong; Qin Lan truly had no way to escape.

At this moment, Qin Lan fully understood the terrifying extent of Zhou Yan’s capabilities. She was prideful, but not foolish, naturally, she knew the importance of recognizing the situation.

Thus, she retreated silently, more composed than ever. Although the slap had swollen her face and bloodied the corner of her mouth, she said nothing and did not provoke Zhou Yan.

"Zhou Spiritualist, I was negligent this time; I deeply apologize. You can go ahead and focus on your Enlightenment; we’ll handle everything in advance for you."

After a brief silence, Gongcheng Diewu stepped forward and began to apologize humbly.

"Bunch of scum! You had the opportunity to get along but made me resort to violence! Fine, just don’t disturb my comprehension."

Zhou Yan, somewhat irritated, dealt with the issues and immediately let the remaining part of his Spiritual Sense merge into the Purple Flame.

Within the Purple Flame, his somewhat blurred consciousness was now completely clear.

Yanyan’s suffering had persisted for nearly an hour as Zhou Yan helplessly watched it happen.

Another hour passed, and Yanyan’s pain subsided. Afterward, Yanyan’s face regained its previously dirty appearance, and everything seemed as if time had reset to the original point.

"Father King... Father King, today Yanyan finally remembered again. Father King, Yanyan has been naughty, very stupid before, forgetting many things, but actually, Father King is with Yanyan every day."

Yanyan was confused for a moment, then finally, her large, adorable eyes showed a glimmer of awareness, and looking at Zhou Yan with a naïve, adorable gaze, she spoke in a child-like tone.

At this moment, Zhou Yan finally understood what kind of Sealing this was.

At that moment, his fists were clenched tightly, the air in his palm being constantly crushed.

Yanyan’s memory was forever Sealed in these cyclic few hours, unable to get out.

Because, if she did, Yanyan would not survive.

But forever in this scene, two hours’ time, with only half an hour of clarity, and the remaining time spent in excruciating agony.

Not seeing it, Zhou Yan could still carelessly wander outside.

But having seen it, he now wanted to go mad.

In Yanyan’s expectant eyes, not seeing a reply from Zhou Yan, her gaze became slightly dreary as she continued, "Father King, Yanyan didn’t forget today. Father King, Yanyan misses mother, why doesn’t mother want Yanyan?"

"Yanyan, Father King, Mother Queen both want you; we both love Yanyan. Yanyan is the most obedient, cutest, most sensible, and dearest daughter in our hearts."

Zhou Yan spoke again, but this time, his voice was even more gentle and loving.

However, this time, he knew he was finding it unbearable.

"Father King, is Yanyan really that wonderful?"

"Yes, absolutely wonderful!"

Zhou Yan almost instantly replied when she asked.

But in an instant, when Yanyan showed a happy smile, the painful process resumed.

...

Two hours later.

"Father King..."

"Father King, is Yanyan really that wonderful?"

"Yanyan, go back to that world, Father King will come to find you."

The third time, Zhou Yan could not bear it any longer, even though he told himself, only this way could Yanyan stay alive.

Yet he could not bear the torment; this was just too cruel.

"Father King, then Yanyan will go back. Yanyan will come to see Father King when she has ’strength’."

Sorrow filled Yanyan’s large eyes, and her slender figure vanished bit by bit into the Purple Flame.

This time, Zhou Yan restrained himself from stopping her departure, not holding her back.