Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 345 - 210: Blood Protection

Chapter 345: Chapter 210: Blood Protection

"What?!!"

The man was extremely horrified as his body instantly exploded into a shower of blood rain!

Endless blood rain was immediately swept up by the Purple Flame, transforming into an immensely terrifying Divinity, and entered into Zhou Yan’s Blood Body.

Endless, cataclysmic torrents of blood.

Elsewhere, the projection of that vast old figure with the Sky-opening Axe continually struck Zhou Yan’s blood-soaked body without any resistance, passing right through.

Zhou Yan seemed utterly unaffected by force and could not be attacked.

And that projection, after delivering its strike, was directly swept up by the endless blood, causing that figure to wither terribly!

The Divine being that had Awakened, struck directly by a Fist Intent of the Shattering Void, fell silent as if it had been slain.

And the shadow of that great power old man, after being swept by Zhou Yan’s blood, gradually dried up, yet in its unwillingness to be subdued, exploded out of sheer frustration.

But his self-detonation had no effect, even if the body Zhou Yan had formed from condensed blood had exploded, it reformed in the next moment.

Once again forming a fresh and dripping Blood Body.

Zhou Yan’s terror, peculiarity, and malevolence rendered this entire space dead quiet.

All sound vanished.

The sleeping Deities, one by one, Awakened as if in response, causing tremors and then tranquility through Heaven and Earth.

After a long time, this space became silent.

The sky had been broken, pierced through.

Drifting between Heaven and Earth were dark blood rains.

The blood rain cascaded down, and all became a dark and gloomy expanse.

These blood rains, converging around Zhou Yan, fell but were quickly refined and vanished by the Purple Flame.

Zhou Yan’s body slowly formed again, his erstwhile refined white Spirit Armor had now turned pitch black.

A pitch-black outfit with a red robe trailing beneath the upper half, and pitch-black boots.

His head slightly lowered, his blood-stained black hair flew wildly; his back slightly hunched, making his figure look exceptionally slender and lonely.

In his hands, two Purple Flames emitted an enchanting purple glow.

Standing in the Void, his body exuded ancient Blood Qi, enveloped in bursts of crimson Blood Light.

Heaven and Earth no longer shook.

Slowly, figures of great power began to take shape from all directions.

There were four figures in total, none distinguishable, but each was more fearsome than the one conjured by the old man.

"Qian Saint, this Emperor Qi Sword Body has turned to Evil now, becoming an abnormality of Heaven and Earth. It must be suppressed!"

"Hua Saint, I disagree. Within his body is merely a single drop of Abnormal Blood’s protective energy manifesting. Once the energy of this Abnormal Blood is depleted, he too will fall and transform, his Soul dispersing, leaving no disturbance."

"Fairy Die and I, Yao, think that this man deserves understanding; he still has the chance of an Undying fate. We should overlook it."

"Indeed, I agree with Saint Yao, no need to intervene."

"How is that possible? After all, this Emperor Qi Sword Body has shattered the Heavenly Dao and destroyed the spatial barriers."

"Before, the executor Yu Saint took sides, suppressing Zhou Yan but did not punish the invading Saint’s shadow; that was indeed a prior wrongdoing. That he was nearly shaken to death by one punch from Zhou Yan’s inheritance was just desserts!"

"...Saint Yao, perhaps you feel this way because your disciple happens to have a relationship with him?"

That ’Hua Saint’ seemed somewhat displeased.

"Are you questioning me?"

The shadow named ’Yao’ suddenly exuded a faint awe-inspiring presence.

The shadow named ’Hua Saint’ trembled slightly, saying, "I dare not..."

"Let’s lead by example. The Sword Burial Ancestor Star has its own way; this Emperor Qi Sword Body, with its ancient Abnormal Blood inheritance, is simply the path of the Undying guardian of its inheritor. Why the resentment? Is it fair then that the Sky Demon’s Ancestor Saint gave the top-grade soul weapon ’Sky-opening Axe’ to Gong Yu?"

"Indeed, there’s nothing worth suppressing. In our generation when we were young, who wasn’t full of high spirits? When Saint Yao was young, taking down the Seven Transformation Sword Void with merely Sword Soul Realm was not strange; should we suppress that as well?

With each generation, there will be outstanding talents. This generation’s Emperor Qi Sword Body is no weaker than others, which is a good thing.

As for ’turning to Evil,’ let’s not speak such childish words.

Good or Evil, who can judge? Righteousness or Wickedness, who can tell?"

"Fairy Die speaks wisely..."

...

These powerful beings all started to express mysterious opinions.

No one understood these opinions, but Zhou Yan heard them.

Yet his memory seemed very vague.

The blood within him was burning, raging, to the point where he could not remember anything, incapable of retaining anything.

He understood every word these people said, but it was as if he was in a dream, with someone speaking at his ear, understanding clearly but unable to enter memory, leaving not even a slight imprint.

Zhou Yan stood motionless in the Void, no longer perceiving any threatening presence. Suddenly, he did not know where to go, and so he simply remained frozen in the Void.

His body still crimson, vast amounts of energy were swept up by the Purple Flame Void, then burned, giving birth to incredible Origin Energy and Soul Energy, ceaselessly bolstering his Realm and memory.

His Sword Spirit instinctively began to materialize the phantom of the Sword Soul. Although it had not condensed the Sword Soul, the trend was clearly displayed.

...

"Alright, then let’s leave it at that. But with his condition, does it need sealing? If we don’t seal it, I’m afraid that..."

The words of the Saint were still lingering when Zhou Yan’s blood-filled gaze suddenly fixed on him.

The voice of the ’Saint’ abruptly halted, as an inexplicable sense of terror rose in his heart.

For at that moment, Zhou Yan’s gaze was utterly mad and sinister beyond measure.

His heart trembled involuntarily, and he found himself refraining from further speech, even retracting any killing intent.

"It’s alright, it will dissipate in a while. This drop of Abnormal Blood... might be an even mightier ancient blood, which has now exerted its power. His situation is probably going to be terrible, possibly a fate worse than death... He might truly fall."

"Indeed, not only that, many Cultivators may have already discerned all this, and his predicament is not looking optimistic."

"Let’s go."

Several figures ceased their contention and vanished simultaneously.

The world returned to tranquility; the torn Heaven and Earth astonishingly restored to their original state as soon as these people disappeared. The places that had been shattered into ruins and riddled with wounds, now as if time had reversed, were all restored to their former condition.

However, the Cultivators who had perished remained dead, with not even their bones in existence.

The self-healing force of the Heavenly Dao actually reverted matter to the past.

All Cultivators were utterly shocked as they witnessed this bizarre scene, their hearts growing more uncertain and doubtful.

And the Cultivators of the Foreign Race, upon seeing this, finally became restrained, daring not to slaughter the native Cultivators of the Sword Burial Ancestor Star in the Southern Wilderness any longer.

...

Zhou Yan gazed at the Void, a vague sense of crisis burgeoning in his heart. He looked around but could not find the Sky-opening Axe or the Space Ring that Gong Yu had left behind upon his death.

Those items had disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Yan slightly furrowed his brows, then took out the utmost jade cold light ring, pouring all of its contents into the Purple Flame Void, and then gathered all the energy of the Purple Flame Void, utilizing the Purple Flame Refinement to heal his physical body.

At the same time, he punched out once more, calling forth boundless waves of blood, then he sealed ancient Runes, traversing the Void directly and entering the Array Patterns of the Void Ancient Array.

Simultaneously, the Sealing of the Deceiving Heaven Array Pattern also emerged, covering Zhou Yan’s entire aura.

Zhou Yan disappeared just like that.

Nobody knew where he had gone.

Entering the Deceiving Heaven Array Pattern, Zhou Yan’s body, coalesced from blood, entered the Purple Flame Void, and then derived other Runes, appearing amidst the transporting Deceiving Heaven Runes. By then, he had reached another piece of Heaven and Earth.

But at that moment, he lay quietly in the Void, as if having fulfilled all his desires, peacefully at rest.

And this piece of the Void was shrouded by the Purple Flame Void, undetectable to others.

Zhou Yan’s body had also naturally changed its appearance.

His hair was dark, with a hint of purple aura.

His dark pupils too had a hint of purple aura.

His Constitution underwent an inexplicable change, no longer being the ’Emperor Qi Sword Body’ but now possessing the Thunderflame Sword Body constitution.

Inside him, Nine Sword Spirits naturally evolved Sword Souls, and these nine Sword Souls concealed themselves within the inner parts of the original Three Sword Souls’ Soul Bodies.

Each Soul Body was guarded by three additional Sword Spirits, as inscrutable as the Golden Core of an Immortal Beast.

Layers upon layers of the Deceiving Heaven Array Pattern, intricate and terrifying.

A little girl stepped out into the Void at that moment, wearing a bright red floral jacket, vivid and eye-catching.

Her cute and innocent little face was still smeared with dirt that had not been wiped away.

But she kept on sealing, treating Zhou Yan’s injuries.

Her laborious sealing eventually left her complexion much paler, and she couldn’t help but spit up blood.

But it wasn’t blood she spat; it was the Flames of Purple Flame.

Drop by drop, they shimmered like condensed gems.

"Father King... you have Awakened... so forget the pains of the past..."

The little girl whispered softly.

She reached out to touch Zhou Yan’s face, tears falling uncontrollably, drop by drop.

The crystalline tears, like droplets of crystal, fell into this piece of Heaven and Earth, transforming into droplets of purple flames.

With the abundance of tears, the world began to descend into a fire rain of purple, the fire rain lacking power, yet exuding an atmosphere laden with unspeakable sorrow.

"Father King... Yanyan’s drop of Blood Protection is gone. From now on, Father King must... take good care of yourself."

"Father King... you have Awakened, is this truly the destined fate?"

The little girl murmured to herself, her figure fading away bit by bit.

The Purple Flame Void turned into a tangible mark, branding onto Zhou Yan’s forehead.

Then, the mark altered its shape, forming the imprint of thunder, no longer resembling Lotus Flames.

Not only that, the Purple Flame Void was also sealed, no longer open to the world.

The Void cracked open, and instantly, Zhou Yan’s body revealed countless scars soaked by blood.

Like one grievously wounded by a powerful foe, he was flung from the Void and crashed towards a desolate mountain range in the distance.