Chapter 669: Chapter 099: Like an Old Acquaintance

Princess Yilan saw that her master, Zhou Yan, seemed a little dazed as if recalling something and stopped explaining, behaving very obediently.

Until she saw Zhou Yan’s gaze become clear again, she knew that the master had come to his senses.

“Master, there is a snow mountain ahead, the range of the snow mountain is quite large; it belongs to the main trial and forbidden area of the Beixue Heavenly Palace, sealed off by an Ancient Array. Once we get there, we either have to change our route, taking a long detour to leave; or we have to undergo their inspection and obtain permission before we can step onto a designated path that goes through the snow mountain.”

Princess Yilan stopped moving forward and said no more.

“We’ve already been delayed quite a bit on the way to meet the Netherworld Goddess. It’s obviously too late to change our route now. Since Cheng’er and Qian He led the Heavenly Que here before, they must have intended to comply with their inspection. So, let’s just go in that direction and let them check us,” Zhou Yan thought for a moment and then said.

Hearing Zhou Yan say this, both Princess Yilan and Cheng’er breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them had actually made up their minds about this matter long ago. It was only because they were worried that Zhou Yan wouldn’t be able to accept it that Princess Yilan explained the specifics, leaving the final decision in Zhou Yan’s hands.

If Zhou Yan had decided to take a detour, even if it meant offending the Netherworld Goddess, they would have detoured.

They all knew very clearly that without Zhou Yan, they would all be dead, and none of this would exist.

So, deep down, Zhou Yan’s decision was the decision of the three of them.

“Then, Master, if there’s any situation later on, it’s fine if Princess Yilan handles it. You don’t have to worry, Master. Although the Beixue Heavenly Palace is quite haughty now, the number-one Heavenly Girl of their Heaven’s Mountain has a good relationship with Princess Yilan. Moreover, given Princess Yilan’s identity, they won’t make things difficult,” Princess Yilan reminded him in advance.

She was worried that some short-sighted cultivators would conflict with her master, Zhou Yan, which could lead to unwelcome consequences.

Hearing Princess Yilan’s explanation, Zhou Yan knew that the hubris of the Beixue Sacred Land might not be just a little.

Perhaps, they were not only arrogant but also disrespectful to others.

However, Zhou Yan had seen a lot of this kind of behavior and didn’t take it to heart. In this Heavenly Emperor Universe, killing didn’t give him any hesitation.

…

“Kill!”

Bones littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers, dying the ice and snow of the mountain red.

From a distance, Zhou Yan and his two companions felt nothing unusual, but as they neared the snow mountain, he immediately saw the horrific scenes through the Array, which also deeply stirred his heart.

The Beixue Heavenly Palace was almost identical in layout to the Yaochi Sacred Land!

If Zhou Yan hadn’t been certain that this was the Loshan Ancestor Star in the Heavenly Emperor Universe, he might have suspected that after entering the snow mountain, he had arrived at the snow peak of the Yaochi Sacred Land.

The two were nearly identical!

Not only identical, but even the battle-worn, blood-stained white-garbed holy women, each one looked incredibly familiar, as if this universe also had the same existence of them.

Gongcheng Diewu, Feng Yunyan, and even the long-lost Mo Yuchou, among others, appeared with striking resemblance on this snow peak.

Zhou Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared intently at the deadly battle within the snow peak, his expression indifferent.

“Boom—”

Blood Light surged to the sky, followed by the shattering of mountains; flesh and blood splattered everywhere in the sky and on the ground, a gory sight.

The life-and-death battles between cultivators were inherently brutal, but the sight of the ice-pure white-gowned Fairy figures and the flying of fine heads was still a shock to the heart.

The tragic scene filled with slaughter, fury, brutality, and the aura of death took Princess Yilan, Qingcheng, and Qian He’s breath away as they watched.

“Ah—”

A very beautiful, yet seemingly quite young girl around twelve or thirteen years old, was suddenly bisected by a Blood Blade’s light, which did not diminish in power after the kill, and suddenly headed towards Zhou Yan’s direction.

Zhou Yan’s gaze narrowed; this blade contained different Secret Techniques and was filled with the powerful aura of Tao Rules, capable of suppressing even the Heaven and Earth Dao.

With the Tao suppressed, combat power would be reduced by more than thirty percent immediately; not even acting, it was already at a disadvantage.

“Kill!”

The voice of bloodthirst surged towards heaven and earth, while swirls of blood-red mist, like tornadoes, suddenly converged towards Zhou Yan.

A wave of fury in Zhou Yan’s heart was instantly triggered, and he seemed ready to burst into a frenzy.

But at that moment, the Blade Light suddenly cleaved through Zhou Yan’s body, splitting him in two.

Sword light continued to strike towards the rear, as if it intended to kill both Princess Yilan and Cheng’er behind Zhou Yan.

But it was at that moment, Zhou Yan’s body, split in two, showed no blood; instead, the ferocious sword light suddenly trembled, subsequently shattering inch by inch into dust.

Afterward, Zhou Yan seemed to traverse an endless distance, appearing on the other side; his hand violently slapped towards the void, and force after force of distorted Void power exploded, “Puff puff puff—”

Immediately, three clusters of blood mist erupted within the Void.

The blood mist burst open like a rolling sandstorm sweeping in all directions, terrifying in its might, but no longer holding any attacking strength, nor the evil power of suppression and slaughter. It was as if it had been purified into ordinary mist.

Zhou Yan turned his body, killing with nine consecutive Sword Intents of the Void, immediately causing nine more clouds of blood mist to scatter.

What was originally a one-sided slaughter had now changed due to Zhou Yan’s sudden intervention.

“Die!”

Suddenly, a ferocious voice thundered from behind Zhou Yan, followed by a massive bloodied hand furiously aiming to smash Zhou Yan’s head.

This bloody hand, as large as mountains and rivers, was collapsing the void it struck; if it hit, Zhou Yan would undoubtedly meet a fate of his soul shattering.

“Ah—”

Princess Yilan let out a cry of alarm, immediately unleashing a sacred power, her trump card. But unexpectedly, she was restrained by some Tao Rules, unable to deploy her skill.

Her face paled instantly, her gaze filled with terror.

“No—”

She screamed loudly, struggling to break free of the unknown bondage of the Tao Rules, but she could only watch as that terrifying force of suppression shattered the Void and struck Zhou Yan’s head.

Princess Yilan could no longer bear to watch the outcome.

There was no chaotic or bloody aura escaping; the Void was like a frozen illusion. Princess Yilan cautiously opened her eyes but then saw Zhou Yan’s hand casually supporting that powerful strike carrying thousands of currents and warding off the attack in his palm.

It seemed like a slow-motion replay, Zhou Yan’s hand abruptly pushed back, followed by a casual punch with the speed of lightning, crashing into the head of the blood mist’s owner.

Princess Yilan watched in astonishment, seeing a monster with all three eyes bleeding and its body covered in blood fur as if drenched in dark crimson plasma.

Zhou Yan’s fist struck the monster’s head, as if opening a prison that sealed away the light, and in an instant, endless blood splattered like a myriad of peach blossoms scattering.

The crimson blood mixed with the dark fluid, splattering everywhere, a gruesome and shocking sight.

The blood-furred monster’s head exploded, its body turning into a bloody mess, with shards of bone scattering in all directions, drawing considerable attention.

In that instant, many attacks rushed towards Zhou Yan’s position, but he directly derived the incarnation of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sword Dao, unleashing his full combat power and ruthlessly slaughtering these series of blood-furred monsters.

With such changes, the situation gradually came under his control.

“Princess Yilan, I didn’t expect you to come as well. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, our Beixue Heavenly Palace might have faced a great calamity.”

A woman in a white dress, her clothes stained with some blood, looking rather conspicuous.

She flew over, speaking with gratitude to Princess Yilan.

As this woman approached, Zhou Yan, who was prepared for her, was still somewhat moved.

However, he behaved very naturally, showing no signs of abnormality—yet in his heart, there was indeed a significant shock.

Because this woman resembled Jiang Yuning almost exactly!

If there was any difference, perhaps it was the familiarity between her spirit and Zhou Yan.

Seeing this woman, even though she was very similar to Jiang Yuning, Zhou Yan knew she was not Jiang Yuning.

And seeing Jiang Yuning, even if her appearance changed, Zhou Yan would be certain it was her.

This, perhaps, was the difference, lying in the familiarity of their souls. And this woman, it was like she was a clone, a perfect replica of someone but different due to the different environments of cultivation and growth.

“Fairy Xiao Xiao, there’s no need for such formalities between us. I was merely passing by this place on my way to seek the Netherworld Goddess.”

Princess Yilan didn’t speak more than necessary and directly stated the specifics concisely.

“Princess Yilan, are you here for matters concerning the Netherworld Goddess as well?”

The woman known as ‘Xiao Xiao’ was somewhat surprised.

“Yes, are you… encountering desperate attacks by the forces of the Soul Hall because of this?” Princess Yilan’s heart sank as she asked.