Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 610 - 046: The Four Great Sword Forms!

Chapter 610: Chapter 046: The Four Great Sword Forms!

Yanyan wore a faint smile, like a little Immortal Fairy untouched by the worldly dust. Despite her simple and even tattered clothes, nothing could hide her fairy-like charm and cuteness.

"Divine Soil gives birth to the Divine Lotus, the Divine Lotus paths the Divine Sword. The Divine Sword possesses a Divine, and from the Divine springs Divinity."

Yanyan spoke softly, her language was that of the true Tai Chu Rune Language.

Zhou Yan’s heart trembled, and he looked at Yanyan with some astonishment.

Once, Yanyan had said she didn’t understand the Ancient Runes very well, yet now she could speak with Tai Chu Runes. Such progress was startling.

"Father King, your Five Decays of Heaven and Man must have descended by now, a sense of crisis lurking at all times. Your first ability, the sensing ability, will gradually be lost. Only after a metamorphosis like that of withered wood reviving in spring, will it resurface."

Yanyan’s large eyes gleamed as she gazed at Zhou Yan, her look tender and filled with a girl’s deep yearning for her father.

That look was enough to melt Zhou Yan’s heart.

Zhou Yan felt warmth through his body and spirit. He had his daughter Sisi, and now Yanyan seemed unharmed, not in pain, and apparently not tortured any longer. He felt immensely relieved.

It seemed that even if he died at this moment, he would rest with a smile in the afterlife.

A nameless thought emerged in his mind.

Zhou Yan walked closer to Yanyan, his hands trembling slightly as he hugged his daughter for the first time.

Light as a feather, as if she had no weight, within the soft red cotton jacket, her body was thin and fragile. The feeling to the touch was almost all bone.

This embrace pained Zhou Yan’s heart deeply, as Yanyan was so obviously malnourished.

Yanyan’s welfare and concern surpassed everything else, so Zhou Yan hadn’t taken her earlier words to heart.

"Yanyan, are you alright? You were in a very bad state before, and Father had to ask Saint Yao for help to stabilize you..."

Zhou Yan said with concern.

He didn’t understand much about what happened to Yanyan, but he knew she must be extraordinary.

"Father King, Yanyan knows all this. After waking up before, Yanyan healed all her injuries herself. Those injuries were caused by the Jiang family. They’ve been chasing Yanyan across planes, but it’s unlikely they’ll succeed."

Yanyan’s childish hands wrapped around Zhou Yan’s neck, her tiny body almost hanging on him, her cheek pressed against his face as she spoke softly.

"What? The Jiang family? Them again?"

Zhou Yan’s heart trembled again, rage filling his eyes and murder intent running rampant.

"Father King, don’t mind them; Yanyan can handle it. The ’Fruit’ that Father King found, which is ’Tai Chu Runes’ and ’Golden Fragment’, contained abundant energy. Yanyan ate and refined many and has finally escaped some troubles."

Yanyan explained.

Only then did Zhou Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

But before he could enjoy that relief, Yanyan spoke again: "Father King, like I said before, when the nine primal lights shine here, the earth begins to revive, and all that is decayed will become Immortal. Heaven and Earth will derive again from Chaos... and now, that moment is coming.

Father King, your realm remains far from reaching the Great Perfection of the Nine Changes of Sword Void. Yet the Five Decays have come upon you at this time, which means, Father King, you will never achieve Great Perfection in Nine Changes of Sword Void.

Yanyan has come to solve this problem for you."

Yanyan’s tone was somber, so much so that she no longer sounded like a child.

"Yanyan, Father King will overcome all difficulties. There’s no need for you to worry. You must believe Father King can do it!"

Zhou Yan said with confidence.

"No, Father King, you can’t. Without a reversal, the future won’t change. It’s like your derivation ability and your powerful computational skills. In this world, everything has its rules.

Father King, you know how the change of clouds and air currents can predict the weather in advance. Any Cultivator in the Sword Soul Realm can do that.

And through the changes in bloodline and soul, one can also predict changes in the layout of life. Do you understand this, Father King? If Father King doesn’t get it, Yanyan does.

So, Father King, no matter what Yanyan does next, don’t resist or stop her. You must trust Yanyan.

Father King is Yanyan’s father, and Yanyan is Father King’s daughter. That is eternal through the ages."

Yanyan still hugged Zhou Yan’s neck, still speaking gently. She was very obedient, but her words shook Zhou Yan’s heart severely.

In the next moment, Zhou Yan suddenly realized he was immobile.

That sensation of being watched by cold, evil, bloodthirsty eyes reappeared.

Zhou Yan felt his heart expanding again, as if it was about to explode.

...

"Scram!"

Yanyan suddenly let out a cold shout, her slender, white, spring onion-like fingers lightly tapped towards the Void.

"Ow—"

A pitiful howl suddenly came from behind Zhou Yan, followed by a familiar figure flashing past before his eyes.

That person, drenched in fresh blood, had dried-up, scarlet-red, dense long fur over a foot long, looking like a red-haired wild monkey.

But it was a person, one with a face exactly like Zhou Yan’s.

In that instant, Zhou Yan felt like he was on the verge of suffocation, as if falling into an ice cellar.

"You little bitch!"

The blood-colored figure cursed, his voice identical to Zhou Yan’s as well!

After his outcry, a blood light with an ultimate killing intent attacked, the killing intent so evil and cold, yet containing the essence and secret techniques of form and meaning, unfathomable.

This Tao frightened Zhou Yan because he had never comprehended form and meaning to such depth!

Facing such an attack, Yanyan made no move, but instead fell from Zhou Yan’s embrace. A small mirror resembling the Eight Diagrams suddenly materialized in her childish hands.

The Mingxin Mirror suddenly emitted a beam of intense light, which shone onto the blood-red figure. The figure’s foot-long blood-red hair began to reverse its growth. In an instant, the long hair faded away, revealing a wicked-looking man with a slender, handsome figure and naked body.

He stood dazed in the Void for a moment before dissolving into particles of blood-colored light, ultimately dissipating.

It was at this moment that Zhou Yan truly felt that the pair of cold, evil, and bloodthirsty eyes had vanished.

Zhou Yan could only watch; he could not speak, nor find the words to speak.

"Father King, you already possess the Emperor Qi Sword Body, Thunderflame Sword Body, and Destruction Sword Body. Now, only one great sword form is missing to achieve the Four Great Sword Forms.

The Emperor Qi Sword Body manifests as the Pangu Bloodline.

The Thunderflame Sword Body manifests as the Thunder Control Divine Dao.

The Destruction Sword Body manifests as the Netherworld Destruction Eye, the Nine Orifice Exquisite Heart. This is the Ancient Sword Body of the Life and Death Illusion Realm. Although not yet pure, it will be complete in the future.

Therefore, the remaining sword form, the most fitting and best one, is the Void Sword Body—Yanyan will help you, Father King, to complete it."

Yanyan recounted bit by bit, her face always bearing a happy smile.

But amidst the smile, Zhou Yan’s gaze grew sharp, his pupils constricting.

Because he saw the resolve in Yanyan’s eyes.

"No, don’t—don’t self-mutilate—"

Zhou Yan’s soul roared and berated, unable to stop her.

"Ssshh—"

Vivid Purple Flames spewed from Yanyan’s seven orifices. Ghostly spirits like traversing energy halos fled from her body, little by little merging into Zhou Yan’s body.

Zhou Yan felt his realm growing stronger continuously, inching towards the peak of the Nine Changes of Sword Void.

But his heart sank deeper and deeper; he wanted to struggle with all his might, yet he did not do so.

He knew that any struggle would lead to Yanyan’s backlash, which would be even more tragic.

He also understood the meaning of Yanyan’s words, not to fight against her, but to trust her.

...

Clusters of soul bodies kept flying out and merging into Zhou Yan’s body.

This went on for a long time.

Zhou Yan watched as Yanyan’s body became increasingly illusory, like a bubble about to burst.

After a while, when no more soul bodies fled, Yanyan’s figure had already become as insubstantial as a shadow.

"Yanyan, why, why must you suffer like this?"

Zhou Yan’s eyes moistened as he spoke tremulously.

"Father King, don’t worry. Yanyan was wrong; this is for Yanyan to make up for. Besides... if it weren’t for Father King, where would Yanyan be? Father King, Yanyan is fine; I just lost the Void Sword Body, but I will slowly gather it back together in the future."

Yanyan’s voice gradually weakened.

Zhou Yan trembled all over, not knowing what to do.

Yanyan’s method of self-mutilation was practically an evolved version of the soul-splitting and self-mutilation techniques that Zhou Yan himself had created. The similarity in methods showed they shared the same lineage of inheritance.

But it was precisely this method of self-mutilation that made Zhou Yan realize how tremendous the damage was, how unbearable the pain was.

Zhou Yan thought that Yanyan, now with so many Golden Fragments, could finally be well-fed and happy, but she had become like this again, the moment she recovered.

All because he had encountered an ominous crisis.

"Father King, Yanyan will have to sleep again for a while. With Father King now reaching the Great Perfection of the Nine Changes of Sword Void, you no longer have to worry about an unstable foundation on the road ahead."

"Four Great Sword Forms, Nine Changes of Sword Void, with combat power exceeding ten. Father King, you are an immortal legend even at a lower realm."

Yanyan said proudly.

Even in the face of disappearing again, her expression remained so proud, so happy.

It seemed, having such a Father King made her proud across lifetimes.

...

Golden Fragments.

Heaps of Golden Fragments had been sent into the Purple Flame Lotus, the flames of which flickered weakly, as if they might extinguish at any moment.

It did not become more vigorous from the addition of the Golden Fragments.

Zhou Yan stared motionlessly at the wisp of flame, terrified it might suddenly go out.

Only after several hours did the flame finally stabilize and no longer seemed precarious. Zhou Yan let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Yanyan... my poor daughter, Father King will definitely... definitely become incomparably powerful, to make you happy and at ease, no longer to endure suffering."

Zhou Yan vowed in his heart.

He lowered his head, and beside him, Gu Xi lay in the Crystal Coffin, as tranquil as a Fairy in deep slumber.

"Nine Changes of Sword Void, Great Perfection. Four Great Sword Forms within me... I have finally come this far. Relatives, friends, lovers have paid an endless, heavy price for this."

"From now on, no one shall get hurt for me! From now on, I, Zhou Yan, vow not to let my loved ones, lovers, and friends suffer!"

Zhou Yan suddenly bellowed loudly, his voice echoing and resonating between Heaven and Earth.