Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System
Chapter 661 - 427: Dementia_2

Chapter 661: Chapter 427: Dementia_2

Qu Chen was horrified.

At this moment, he too was scared out of his wits.

If he had been the one to try and seize the Ink Blade just now, he too would have likely fallen victim to it.

The onlookers were even more terrified.

How could the Ink Blade, no longer suppressed by the imprint of the Desolate Ancestor, possess such fierce might?

"Beast, how dare you run wild!" Suddenly, a fierce shout came.

Lord of Silence.

Facing Wang Jia being restrained and losing his reason, he was the most frustrated.

He had thought he could cleverly obtain the Ink Blade.

But now it seemed, not only had he failed to get the Ink Blade, but he had also lost a Supreme?

Wasn’t this a massive loss?

"Save me... save me..."

At this moment, Wang Jia, holding the Ink Blade, was extremely contorted in shape as he struggled against the Blood Fiend Qi in his mind and body.

Even for the Ink Blade, taking full control of a Supreme was not as easy as imagined.

He was begging the Lord of Silence for help.

The Lord of Silence also took decisive action.

His robe fluttering, a vast desolate aura surged out, clashing against the Blood Fiend Qi nearby.

As the breath of desolation appeared, the Blood Fiend Qi indeed repeatedly retreated.

At this time, the Number of Divine Patterns on the Lord of Silence began to manifest.

Two thousand seven hundred thirty-two!

This time, it was very likely the true number of Divine Patterns.

Given the current circumstances, the Lord of Silence could not afford to hold back.

The Lord of Silence reached out his hand toward Wang Jia, attempting to seize the Ink Blade and completely suppress it with a powerful force.

"Ah——" Wang Jia’s agonized scream tore through the entire sky.

In the tug-of-war between the Lord of Silence and the Ink Blade, his True Spirit was in great agony.

"Kill me... kill... me..."

Even Wang Jia of the Supreme Realm was compromising under such pain.

This was not just tearing at his True Spirit, it was tearing at his life.

Most importantly, he could clearly feel that his fall into the abyss was an irreversible process.

He could feel that he was about to lose control of his body.

He would become a Knife Slave.

Moreover, he felt that after becoming a Knife Slave, his True Spirit would be imprisoned and would suffer inhumane torture.

Perhaps his demise would bring a quicker end to his agony.

Seeing this, the Lord of Silence’s expression suddenly changed; he seemed to realize this too.

Realizing that Wang Jia’s transformation into a Knife Slave was irreversible.

Thinking this, he gritted his teeth and with one slap, made his move.

He wanted to grant Wang Jia his end.

But at that moment, in just a blink, Wang Jia was completely occupied by the black threads of Blood Fiend Qi.

Wang Jia suddenly lifted his head, his face shrouded in a black robe, but his red eyes, visible through the darkness, looked out at everyone, causing a wave of terror.

Facing the attack from the Lord of Silence, Wang Jia raised his blade and struck!

At that moment, all the Evil Qi gathered together like an ocean.

The Evil Qi transformed into a fierce blade qi, ferociously falling down.

"No good!!"

The crowds watching from outside went into a panic again.

Because they felt that the shield set around the Mountain of Inheritance had suddenly encountered a problem at this time; the shield, at this moment, actually collapsed!

But when you think about it, it’s not surprising, this shield was originally set by the Desolate Ancestor, but now that the last bit of the Desolate Ancestor’s True Spirit had forged the blade, who would continue to protect them?

The last barrier under Wang Jia’s strike also completely vanished.

Some who couldn’t run away in time, especially the weaker Holy Emperors, were instantly swept by the Evil Qi, instantly turning into blood mist and flowing back into the sinister Ink Blade, causing everyone’s scalp to tingle.

And in the middle of the attack, the Lord of Silence’s expression drastically changed, and he immediately spurred the treasure robe on his body to burst out with powerful prowess, fully protecting himself.

But even so, the Lord of Silence was still forced back several steps.

Seeing this, one strike from the Ink Blade was at least as strong as the Lord of Silence.

With such formidable strength, who in today’s world could possibly contend with it?

However, just as everyone thought that the Ink Blade was about to unleash a massacre, Wang Jia, controlled by the Ink Blade, turned to look at Xia Feng, or more precisely, at the Flowing Moon in Xia Feng’s hand.

Those red eyes, filled with a strong sense of aggression, seemed ready to strike and completely shatter the Flowing Moon at any moment.

The Flowing Moon, not to be outdone, hummed lowly in Xia Feng’s hand, brimming with a fighting spirit.

Now, it was a hundred, even a thousand times stronger than before, not fearing the Ink Blade in the slightest.

Xia Feng, following the will of the Flowing Moon, rose to his feet.

This was a confrontation between him and Wang Jia, and between the Ink Blade and the Flowing Moon.

There were no unnecessary words, nor any overly complicated actions.

Wang Jia and Xia Feng both raised their blades, simultaneously lifting and striking down.

"Boom!!!"

The two blade lights collided.

One was filled with Evil Qi, seeming as if nothing could withstand its devouring force.

The other was filled with the power of the ages, its embedded fighting spirit also stirring one’s emotions.

In the clash of their blades, even the Supreme had to step aside temporarily.

When the blade lights dispersed, the standoff between the two men and their blades incredibly ended in a draw!

The strength of the Ink Blade was clear to everyone just moments ago when it acted against the Lord of Silence; could Xia, wielding the Flowing Moon, match it?

Xia Feng was only a Saint Emperor. How much power had the Flowing Moon endowed him with?

It was unimaginable.

"No, this time the power of the Ink Blade has diminished; it only contains the power of two thousand five hundred Divine Patterns of the Supreme," Qu Chen suddenly exclaimed.

At this statement, Qu Chen immediately took action against the Ink Blade.

It appeared now that the Ink Blade had not truly recovered; its power was unstable.

If it was only comparable to the Supreme of two thousand five hundred Divine Patterns, then Qu Chen also had a chance to capture it.

At that moment, the Lord of Silence also noticed.

The Ink Blade, which had turned Wang Jia into a Knife Slave, was not as powerful as it seemed.

Not much slower than Qu Chen, he too made his move.

However, as if the Ink Blade had predicted this, it made a slash, a rift appeared, and Wang Jia, along with the Ink Blade, slipped away, leaving no trace.

Neither Qu Chen nor the Lord of Silence succeeded in capturing the Ink Blade.

This left both of them quite disappointed.

"The direction this blade is heading towards must be the Chaotic Myriad Realms. Its appearance will surely stir up a storm of blood and violence," murmured the Origin Supreme.

At these words, a wave of alarm swept through all the creatures.

They had seen the strength of the Ink Blade; even if weakened, its power would not be less than that of a Supreme.

Any Saint Emperor who encountered it would surely die!

Moreover, its potential for growth was immensely strong.

Even the powerful Desolate Ancestor had paid a great price to seal it. If it were to fully recover, who could manage it?

Yet, none of them noticed that as Wang Jia left with the Ink Blade, a glint passed through the eyes of the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.

At that moment, Xia Feng solemnly bowed towards the Mountain of Inheritance of the Desolate Ancestor, which had lost its original brilliance.

He would not forget the grace shown by the Desolate Ancestor.

And he was also determined to fulfill the Ancestor’s last wish.

Suddenly, all creatures were drawn to a burst of light.

That light originated from the Mountain of Inheritance of the Flood Ancestor.

At that moment, nearly everyone’s expression dramatically changed.

The ultimate inheritance of the Flood Ancestor’s mountain was not an item that enhanced strength, but a bamboo scroll that recorded the deep secrets of that era, and could even be said to reveal the true essence of the Epoch.

At that moment, three Supremes were also present at the Mountain of Inheritance of the Flood Ancestor.

The Supreme of the Spirit Realm of the Chaotic Myriad Realms, Wang Ren from the Secret Forces, and a Supreme from the Pure Land.

But the disturbance in the Flood Ancestor’s Mountain of Inheritance was not caused by any of these three Supremes, but by another Saint Emperor.

The Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor of the Chaotic Myriad Realms!

He was considered an extremely ancient entity among the All Heavens.

Although his strength was not the most top-notch, his experience was exceedingly rich.

No one had anticipated that the final inheritance of the Flood Ancestor would end up with the Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor, leaving them utterly perplexed.

Where had the problem arisen?

"Impossible... the origin of the Epoch... to think it’s like this... Could it be that we are merely a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter? Could it be that even those exalted Supremes are merely..."

Suddenly, the near-mad voice of the Ten Thousand Forests Holy Emperor resounded through the ruins of the Origin Epoch.

This voice even penetrated the ruins of the Epoch, spreading throughout the Myriad Realms.