CHAPTER 956: CHAPTER 124: WHY NOT GRANT MY WISH

The endless blood-colored soul energy was continuously refined, the Soul Sea turned into a sea of blood, with blood light shooting to the sky.

The Blood Cocoon shattered, and the Evil Soul ceased to exist.

Zhou Yan found it hard to calm down for a long time, difficult to control the almost collapsing Dao Heart, hard to abandon that sense of powerlessness when facing the unknown.

But Zhou Yan gradually calmed down.

Because apart from being calm, he didn’t know what to do.

This world always has too many things that disappoint.

Zhou Yan had once, again and again, held hope, carried perseverance, fought hard and moved forward with great determination.

He thought that as long as he didn’t care, he wouldn’t feel heartache.

He also thought that as long as he worked hard enough, even if it wasn’t perfect, it would be enough to avoid regret.

But the death of Xuanyuan Ancestor suddenly made Zhou Yan collapse, especially when this Blood Cocoon simulated what was closest to Zhou Yan—the daughter Yanyan, revealing scars deep within his heart.

Zhou Yan could not control the hysterical rage.

A cultivator ought to have moments of hysteria, Zhou Yan would have such moments too.

Zhou Yan hysterically abandoned everything, roared madly, summoned the Silent Annihilation Purple Flame, set the Soul Sea ablaze, intending to perish together with the Blood Cocoon.

The Blood Cocoon was reduced to ashes by the Silent Annihilation Purple Flame, and the Soul Sea was riddled with scars, filled with endless Blood Qi, turning the Soul Sea into another domain of Blood Sea.

Everything gradually calmed down, but the Blood Sea remained just a Blood Sea.

The Blood Cocoon was destroyed to some extent, yet it seemed to gather a rudimentary form of a Blood Cocoon’s Soul Sea from Zhou Yan’s Soul Sea.

But Zhou Yan no longer wanted to do anything.

Because he knew, even if he ignited the Soul Sea with Silent Annihilation Purple Flame again, the result would still be the same.

Moreover, the Silent Annihilation Purple Flame could no longer ignite the Soul Sea.

"Is there any way to become stronger?"

Blood light flickered in Zhou Yan’s eyes, while thoughts churned within his heart.

He felt that he had changed, many things he might have cared about before, he no longer cared about, nor was willing to care about.

The death of Xuanyuan Ancestor, like a sword, deeply pierced Zhou Yan’s heart. The pitiful old man who silently accompanied Zhou Yan, not knowing his own origins or even the meaning of his existence, was gone just like this.

Yet, precisely before his death, he knew everything, but was bound by unknown rules, filled with sorrow and misfortune.

This sorrow and misfortune were so powerless.

"I always strived to become stronger, hoping to change some painful things, but these things would not change because of my efforts. So what’s the point of my efforts?"

"Brother said, don’t care about anything, just become stronger. Did brother know, if I care about those around me, I am doomed to go mad, to suffer endlessly?"

"What is the truth, really? Ancestor must have known some truth I don’t know, what exactly was he trying to remind me of?"

Zhou Yan murmured to himself, the Divine Thought condensed form within his Soul Sea knelt down, supporting his body with both hands, trembling from time to time.

This Soul Sea had already turned into a blood-colored domain.

Zhou Yan even felt that under various traumas to his Divine Body, his whole body must have oozed bright blood, losing its color in the pale space, becoming so pallid.

But, what significance do these have?

Zhou Yan’s Divine Thought stayed in his own Soul Sea for a long time, ultimately, he still could not find any trace of Xuanyuan Ancestor, he could only silently withdraw from this blood-colored Soul Sea.

The Soul Sea recovered slightly amidst the Blood Qi, but how could the destruction from Soul Loss be so easily healed.

Zhou Yan awakened, unable to describe the extent of his pain, as if he had never experienced joy.

As if his life had been an endless tragedy.

Yet despite the endless suffering of his Divine Body, Zhou Yan said nothing, quietly stood up.

The flesh and blood of his Divine Body collapsed, pieces falling off, no longer possessing vitality.

These pieces of flesh and blood fell onto the frost-like pale ground, quickly losing their color, turning into a heap of ice-crystallized flesh, glistening under the dim light.

Long Xianyin at this moment still could not move, even on the verge of death, nearly doomed.

But Long Xianyin as a Venerable, skilled in the Soul Path, even if she were to perish, she wouldn’t die so quickly.

She looked at Zhou Yan with complex eyes, unable to understand why Zhou Yan suddenly went mad, doubt and confusion in her eyes.

But she also did not speak, did not make a sound, because she could sense that something was not right with Zhou Yan now.

However, Zhou Yan was very cold, very quiet, very calm, and very ruthless.

That kind of coldness could be seen through the fractured flesh and the iced-over bones.

Zhou Yan ignored the gradual collapse of his Divine Body, merely standing silently in this pale world, motionless.

For a long, long time.

His lonely and tragic figure appeared incredibly small and desolate, like a lonely crane, seeming so sorrowful.

No one could say what kind of wretched state this was.

Yet Zhou Yan was still alive.

Any cultivator reaching this state would immediately have their Soul Sea shatter, their Divine Body destroyed, vanishing into smoke, turning into Tribulation Ash.

But Zhou Yan was still alive, stubborn, strong, and coldly determined.

Perhaps, even Zhou Yan himself did not know why he was still alive.

The sudden tragic death of Xuanyuan Ancestor was too great a shock for Zhou Yan, so vast that he instantly lost all direction.

Yet after deeply inhaling the cold air, Zhou Yan still allowed the Blood Sea to gather within the Soul Sea and lived tenaciously.

Zhou Yan let out a heavy sigh, this sigh embodied all his loss and confusion, embodied all his helplessness and sadness, and embodied all decay and negative emotions.

After this sigh, Zhou Yan became even more ruthless, and more persistent.

His eyes flickered with terrifying cold light, an icy intention within.

He turned his gaze with indifference at Long Xianyin.

Such a gaze made Long Xianyin’s beautiful eyes shrink, unexpectedly somewhat afraid to face Zhou Yan’s gaze.

"Are you dying?"

Zhou Yan’s voice was icy.

"Yes..."

Long Xianyin answered softly.

"Your promise hasn’t been fulfilled, according to the oath, you are at my disposal."

Zhou Yan spoke coldly.

"What... what do you wish to do?"

Long Xianyin’s voice carried unease.

"Since you are going to die, why not assist me? I will give you half a day’s time with Blood Soul, during which I want to Dual Cultivate your Divine Soul, for repairing my flesh; at the same time, I want to possess your flesh."

Zhou Yan spoke with utmost dominance, as if it were an unchallengeable order.

"You——you’re simply mad!"

"I’m not mad. If you disagree, I swear I will destroy the Soul Seal, and in the future slay every cultivator in the Heavenly Soul Plane."

Zhou Yan said icily, directly threatening.

"I saved you before, and yet you take advantage of others in distress and dare to threaten me!"

Long Xianyin was furious, her eyes filled with terrible killing intent, yet she had no power for slaughter.

"You should have let me die before, then everyone would be at ease. Living, in fact, is not as pleasant as death."

"You won’t give me peace, then I’ll give you peace! If you accept Dual Cultivation in your heart, it will be very pleasant!"

"Despicable! Shameless! Vile! I, Long Xianyin, will never surrender! You are now bound to die, I will kill myself, how can you slay any cultivator in the Heavenly Soul Plane?!"

Long Xianyin sneered coldly, immediately intending to take her own life.

But Zhou Yan’s hand suddenly pointed into the air, and a terrifying blood light instantly enveloped Long Xianyin.

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