Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 300 - 174: Three Sword Souls!

Chapter 300: Chapter 174: Three Sword Souls!

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment but immediately felt that inside the Purple Flame Void, Yanyan, wearing blood-colored clothes, had already seized the Mingxin Mirror.

Her youthful face bore an incomparable frenzy and distortion as she held the mirror, making it look utterly bizarre.

It was as if she were about to descend into the Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City within the Despair Abyss!

Zhou Yan felt an inexplicable terror. He wanted to take the Mingxin Mirror from Yanyan’s hands to save his mother but found that he was unable to control Yanyan or even make contact with her.

"Yan’er, your mother is powerless, but seeing you grow up and achieve so much, I have no regrets," said Li Yunjin as tears fell. However, she suddenly turned around, grabbed Zhou Wangchen, and immediately fled, attempting to escape.

No one knew what was happening.

But in the next moment, Zhou Yan’s eyes suddenly widened.

For between Heaven and Earth, a pair of massive blood-red eyes appeared, followed by the visage to which they belonged.

Next came a body...

It was an enlarged version of Yanyan, a colossal little girl who stood towering between Heaven and Earth.

She still looked like a child, but her body was so huge it seemed to blot out the sun and the sky, like a tiny Yanyan magnified ten million times—terrifyingly immense.

"Dare to snatch my mirror, die!"

The mirror, like the most vicious weapon, shot out a beam of light, shattering the Void and decaying the Ancient City!

Then, a finger fiercely stabbed downward, and in an instant, everything collapsed and turned into ruins.

The Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City crumbled, its immense destruction causing many Cultivators to perish into ash and smoke.

Ji Tianxu died, Zhou Yuntian died, and almost all the Outer Domain Cultivators beside Qian Xi were wiped out.

Even the woman in white with the severed arm, who wanted to intervene, was powerless, merely watching with a face of drastic change as her pupil-less eyes displayed a shocked expression.

This was an invincible move, unstoppable by anyone, billions of times more terrifying than Zhou Yan’s Fist Intent.

Li Yunjin disappeared, Zhou Wangchen vanished, Wuhen Spiritualist was nowhere to be seen, and Xiao Zhan too had disappeared.

Whether they died or escaped was unknown.

But in that instant, Zhou Yan felt a suffocating pain in his heart, as excruciating as when he had once severed his own Soul with a Sword Slash, convulsing in agony.

To this moment, he was even more clueless about what had happened or what kind of terrible thing had taken place! Had his daughter Yanyan just killed his mother, his father, and his other relatives?

Zhou Yan’s Soul trembled, and he dared not think further.

"What did you come for? Why do you live? Why did you leave your peaceful life and come out? What have I ever done to you that you would treat me like this?"

Zhou Yan roared furiously, filled with hatred, yet without hatred.

He was almost hysterical, his eyes full of madness.

His guardian resolve had shattered.

It was as if his shackles had been broken; he realized that everything he had adhered to was meaningless—what grand schemes, what setups—all meaningless.

Because in the end, even if he succeeded, he would lose everything.

Yanyan’s move obliterated everything, reducing the vast majority of beings here to nothingness, shocking all those who still survived.

The Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City, once again pierced by a finger, turned into ruins. Countless Cultivators met a tragic death.

At this moment, only a small fraction remained alive.

Yanyan’s eyes retracted the crazed look, but she did not revert to the little girl; instead, she transformed into a drop of blood and fell from the sky.

The crystal-clear, vibrant blood suddenly dropped onto Zhou Yan’s head, seeping into him.

Afterward, that terrifying aura completely disappeared.

...

Purple Flame Void.

Zhou Yan was numb.

He stood beside the Purple Flame.

For the first time, his gaze toward the Purple Flame was indescribably complicated.

The Purple Flame pulsed, and Yanyan’s body emerged from within, once again looking confused, filthy, with a face covered in dust and mud.

Her bright red cotton-padded jacket was now tattered.

She looked around blankly, then saw Zhou Yan, her pupils revealing an intelligent joy.

But Zhou Yan just stared at her coldly, his gaze icy and ruthless.

"Father King... Yanyan remembers... Mother, the mirror..."

"Get out!"

Zhou Yan could not suppress his rage. Everything was destroyed—plans, plots, all eradicated by that one finger’s push, that one flash of light.

Relatives, friends, who knew how many had died.

What was most important was that he had just begun to understand all his mother’s hardships, his father’s loneliness and sorrow, and now, his parents might have... fallen.

And the one who had struck was Yanyan, his dearly beloved daughter.

...

In this world, there is too much helplessness; living is such pain.

So perhaps, settling for a modest life, being someone else’s Ding Furnace, being a common person, was the true happiness.

Yanyan stood there, tears unable to stop brimming in her large eyes, but she held back, not letting them fall.

She stood there dully, looking at Zhou Yan with a bewildered expression.

After a long time, she turned around dejectedly and walked into the Purple Flame.

The Purple Flame suddenly extinguished.

The Lotus also disappeared.

Yanyan left, heading for an unknown world, and that small, fragile gateway to Space closed.

It was as if that door would never open again.

Zhou Yan’s heart twitched, but he did not look back.