Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 480 - 126: Black Snow Decay

Chapter 480: Chapter 126: Black Snow Decay

Still the size of a five-year-old, Yanyan was still adorably heartbreaking, but her face carried traces of dirt and dust.

Her expression was one of lost desolation, tears hanging at the corners of her eyes; adorable cheeks marked by two tear-streaks that had washed away the mud, forming tiny ravine-like marks.

Her cheeks were as dirty as a little kitten’s, but there was no father to wipe them clean, no mother to wash her face.

She could only wander alone in this nameless, dark, and lonely space, searching back and forth for her Father King.

...

This illusionary scene was brief, just a snippet, yet this snippet pierced Zhou Yan’s heart mercilessly like a sword.

Frozen memories of pain shattered, an onslaught of painful emotions surged; Zhou Yan’s body became violently restless as if it were about to explode.

He bit his lips hard, suppressing his emotions, not allowing himself to unleash his guilt towards his daughter Yanyan.

Deep inside, he still knew this was an illusion, a terrifying illusion, a torment of the spirit imposed by the Netherworld Heavenly Road on those who entered.

But such torment was horrifying!

He even knew that if he could not withstand it, he would die here.

He forcibly contained it, locking up all the restless, painful, sorrowful, helpless feelings within him.

He raised his head, his gaze stubbornly fixed on the distant, unknown sky.

Here, there was no time, no space, only the ever-changing climate; everything else was non-existent.

Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, the only discernible thing was the step-by-step deepening change of the illusion.

Yanyan’s scene disappeared, and the Heaven and Earth turned grim.

There was no feeling of darkness, yet a dark Heaven and Earth emerged.

No evil aura was present, yet an evil mental state formed.

"Huh—"

Snow began to fall between Heaven and Earth.

The snowflakes were black, as if ancient Netherworld Power had condensed billions of times; this purity surpassed the limits of the existence of Netherworld Power.

In this world of Netherworld and darkness, a solitary grave appeared.

On the grave, a young man in a black robe knelt.

Then, he took out a sword, a pitch-black sword.

He cut his body bit by bit into a thousand, ten thousand pieces, as if dismembering himself!

"Brother! Why? Why?!"

The young man roared furiously, his voice shocking Heaven and Earth.

With a roar, countless lives shattered and died; the formerly vibrant world plunged every life into disaster, and with one roar, they turned into eternal bones.

Black snow scattered, corroding ten thousand spaces, worlds annihilated.

The whole Heaven and Earth contained only this black-robed youth kneeling before the solitary grave.

He shattered his body into ten thousand pieces, fractured his soul, but seemed unable to recover anything.

In the end, he transformed everything into human skin, then he took out a crystal coffin, handling it as if it were a rare treasure.

He placed the human skin into the crystal coffin, burying it and engraved ancient text on it.

...

"Wan Jian Tian!"

He shouted angrily.

Heaven and Earth shattered, and in the space-time, a handsome young man in white, carrying rows of Light Sabers, appeared.

"King."

Wan Jian Tian bowed respectfully.

"You, deserve to die!"

He shouted furiously.

Only his afterimage remained, a giant afterimage finger pointing out, immediately decaying Wan Jian Tian’s young, handsome body, leaving only a ghost.

"King, your servant deserves to die a thousand deaths."

The ghost of Wan Jian Tian’s voice also aged, trembling.

"A thousand deaths cannot exonerate you!"

His voice was cold and ruthless, a Void Ancient Tower descended, terrible shackles forming twelve light pillars, directly suppressing Wan Jian Tian.

In the Void, Wan Jian Tian’s agonized screams echoed madly.

The sound gradually faded, dissipating.

His afterimage gradually condensed, his gaze fixed on the solitary grave, his dark pupils flickering with crimson flames.

In the flames, black tears fell.

Each tear drop formed a Netherworld Demon Cave, immediately birthing numerous Yin Spirit Evil Spirits.

"Brother, you strived so hard to give me a perfect life, yet I failed you, had my perfect soul extracted, and ended up causing your death amidst the Void Tribulation Lightning. I hate it! I’ll give up everything if need be, to resurrect you! I want this Heaven and Earth to become a pigsty, I want to pen up Divine Spirits, I want to annihilate Ten Thousand Clans, I want to puncture the Universe Plane! In this life, I have no chance, but even if it means exhausting everything, pouring all I have, through countless reincarnations—I must—"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and mad.

But his words were still unfinished, only half-spoken.

Yet, the scene did not disappear.

For a terrible power erupted from him, freezing time and space.

He suddenly jerked his head up, his eyes shooting out Purple Flames, which seemed to pierce through the river of time, suddenly spotting Zhou Yan.

Their gazes swiftly met.

His gaze immediately turned dull and perplexed, but in a moment, it became incredibly cold and sinister.

"Who? Who dares to pry into the Supreme Dao of Void? Who? Who exactly is it?!"

His voice suddenly went completely insane, his terrifying power devastating heaven and earth.

The Void was torn apart, and the chaos shattered.

But in the end, he gained nothing and discovered nothing.

He turned his gaze back to Zhou Yan, as if across two different spaces, and their gazes met once again.

His sinister gaze turned cold and silent.

"Waste, you will regret this!"

he said.

After he said this, an endless Netherworld Life and Death Bridge gave rise to countless Eight-carried sedan chairs, once again crushing the endless Void.

Then, an Eight-carried sedan chair, like traveling through time, suddenly from this unknown world, made a move towards Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was deeply shocked, awakened from the illusion, but his chest had already been penetrated by the power of the Netherworld, his false body directly shattered into dust.

All he had left was a dwindling soul, standing like a faint ghost on the Light Path of this now calm world.

This place was on the Heavenly Road inside the Netherworld Heavenly Road.

The deep blue light was intricate and tangled, forming various heavenly paths.

With no starting point and no visible end.

On each path of light, a genius cultivator stood still, immersed in some kind of illusion.

Zhou Yan was severely injured, everything prior seemed like a dream, yet Zhou Yan knew it was not a dream, but rather, it could very likely be reality.

But, this was only a possibility, what was real and what was fake, he could no longer discern.

At this moment, his mood was heavy, sad, and helpless.

He felt a profound sorrow as though ’pondering the vastness of heaven and earth, alone he wept.’

Yet he was very calm, silently observing the surrounding paths of light, his whole being became incredibly silent.

Nearly all the genius cultivators from Frost Tears were here, on this Heavenly Road.

Perhaps, it was because the Sky Vaulting Giant Finger shattered all of Frost Tears’ restraints, thus opening the Netherworld Heavenly Road, enabling any cultivator in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb to enter.

However, being able to enter was far from being lucky.

When Zhou Yan looked over, he had already seen several cultivators shatter, their souls exploding into annihilation due to unbearable suffering.

Each cultivator was on a distinct path of light, unobstructed in the middle, and nothing could hinder others’ view.

Even now, with nearly ten thousand cultivators, Zhou Yan could clearly see every expression on the paths of light.

Those expressions were either of pain or worry; joy or happiness; excitement, or numbness and despair.

As Zhou Yan continued to watch, in this process, he saw hundreds of people, with at least thirty directly exploding to death.

Some also had their bodies explode, but their souls endured and did not die, leaving only a faint ghost, much like Zhou Yan’s situation.

Zhou Yan’s gaze traveled; he saw the Holy Daughter, struggling to resist the horrific erosion of energy on her body, somewhat overwhelmed, but not yet defeated.

Zhou Yan saw the Great Sun Xuanzhe, his body radiating light like the sun, his face displaying a surprise, but this expression only lasted three seconds before it turned into sheer horror.

The powerful sun suddenly transformed into a light mutant beast, biting off his head in one bite, swallowing it and simultaneously snorting, sucking away his soul, leaving a headless corpse that did not even bleed a drop before immediately turning to dry bones, then rolling like a leather ball from the path of light, falling into the endless pitch-black abyss below.

Zhou Yan saw Lin Si Yuan, the Si Yuan Xuanzhe who had previously been loyal to him.

His face bore an extremely troubled and sad expression, yet this expression never eased.

Eventually, he came to his senses, his eyes opened with an endless despair.

He saw Zhou Yan and suddenly burst out with a strong desire to live: "Zhou Yanxuan, save me!"

He almost roared, but couldn’t make a sound; however, Zhou Yan understood through reading his lips.

But just as he had spoken, he suddenly displayed an evil smile, then hysterically chose to self-destruct, as though he couldn’t control his own suicide.

"Boom"

In an instant, he exploded into dust, the blood and flesh that flew into the Void immediately turned to dry dust, like black snow scattering towards the dark abyss below the Light Path

Zhou Yan felt deeply saddened; the greatly talented and recognized Si Yuan Xuanzhe also died in this manner.

At that moment, far away, Yan Ran Xuanzhe’s body shattered, leaving behind a faint ghost who fled out and stood on the Light Path of the Netherworld Heavenly Road, looking around with fearful, suspicious eyes, her face deathly pale.

Then, Zhou Yan recognized Lu Qiu Xuanzhe, Mo Ri Xuanzhe, Yu Xing Xuanzhe, Light Vein Xuanzhe, and Xiao Tian Xuanzhe, all of whom died tragically at the same moment.

They died very quickly.

After their death, their bodies, without exception, all turned to dust, decayed and turned into dark-colored particles, like black snow falling to the pitch-black abyss below the Netherworld Heavenly Road.