Capítulo 1069: Chapter 236: What Is Love?
This sudden shift left the other cultivators in the azure ancient palace, dense as a sea of clouds, in shock as they turned their gaze towards the Thousand Soul Domain Fruit and the Heart-soothing Spring.
Regret and frustration were evident in the eyes of many cultivators.
So, like Shi Qin and Shiyin, showed complex expressions, for if they had known the outco, they might never have opposed Zhou Yan.
After all, if Zhou Yan had seized the Thousand Soul Domain Fruit and the Heart-soothing Spring, it would still be the native cultivators of the Dark God Domain obtaining this opportunity.
But now, no cultivator acquired it, and instead, the chanical Clan seized the advantage.
In the Outer Heaven Demon Battlefield of the Dark God Domain, cultivators often encountered the chanical Clan, equally formidable enemies, and were aware of the terror and strength of this race.
The so-called ‘Outer Heaven Demons’ often referred to the Ten Thousand Spirits or the chanical Clan.
Now, facing such an event, an indescribable sorrow appeared on the faces of almost all cultivators present.
The chanical Clan’s might seed inevitable, almost unchangeable, making any miracle unlikely.
At this mont, the shift in balance plunged all cultivators into despair, yet this despair brought a fleeting sense of unity.
In the grand sche, true cultivators could distinguish between friend and foe. Originally, if all were from the Dark God Domain, everyone would strive for this opportunity, for they were all genius cultivators, and none thought themselves lesser than another.
But now, with the massive invasion of the chanical Clan, all Human Clan cultivators beca secondary. Should the chanical Clan seize these opportunities, they feared that every present cultivator would still et the tragic, massacred end.
In that instant, many eyes fell upon Zhou Yan, but his plight stirred even more coldness.
Zhou Yan, as if withered and nearing an aged death, his divine body being refined by thunderous power akin to a Void Thunder Tribulation, seed on the brink of both death and annihilation.
It all felt like a heroic ballad, lingering in the hearts of the countless cultivators.
Within the vast azure ancient palace, silence reigned.
Zhou Yan’s divine body had long ceased to wither or decay any further, but now it was nearly intolerable to behold.
The enormous woman in white, clad in a gauzy dress, appeared trapped in so mory, frozen in the void, seemingly unaware of the fearso assault looming—or the power of the seize.
Until, until all the chanical Clan mbers united, forming a terrifying destructive formation, releasing a combined domain attack, did the enormous woman in white suddenly seem to awaken.
Her eyes were long blind.
Yet, she seed to recall sothing, her pupils as if suddenly opening.
It was indescribable what sort of eye-opening it was, but in the eyes and hearts of every cultivator present, it was as if a pair of absolutely beautiful eyes suddenly opened there.
The eyes were so bright, so beautiful, emitting a terrifying divine luster like the most dazzling gemstone.
Yet, every cultivator still saw only those deep black voids where her eyes should be, unfathomable, having no connection with the breathtaking eyes in their mind.
But, nearly all cultivators knew that if she weren’t blind, those beautiful eyes would indeed be like this.
However, these cultivators did not include Zhou Yan.
For in Zhou Yan’s mind, nothing appeared, and nothing was seen.
At that mont, though the woman in the white gauzy dress seed to awaken a certain mory, Zhou Yan seed to lose a certain mory, as if a massive karmic connection in the depths of his heart was abruptly severed by her dazedness.
Zhou Yan gazed blankly with his divine soul at the woman in the white gauzy dress, recalling nothing; the sense of familiarity and intimacy suddenly distant at that mont.
“Ask the world, what is love?”
“Love ends like flowing water, like duckweed.”
“Forgotten? Ultimately forgotten.”
The woman murmured softly, sighing with an indescribable sentint, nearly breaking the hearts of all cultivators present, compelling them with a strong urge to soothe her sorrow.
Yet none moved, for each cultivator’s breath seed to halt suddenly.
At that mont, the dreadful attack of the chanical Puppets had already neared the woman’s head, an attack potent enough to destroy everything.
It seed the woman would fall to the joint assault of over a hundred chanical Puppets.
But feeling a certain sensing, the woman frowns slightly, and an unknown fluctuation suddenly appeared.
It was an ancient, colorless, transparent sword.
So ancient, it seed to have lost the marks of ti, leaving only its antiquity behind.
But this sword abruptly appeared, carrying an incredible sword intent of solitude, soul destruction, Duan Chou, carefreeness, life and death, An Ran.
The simplest obstruction.
The simplest sword intent.
The simplest move.
Yet it intercepted the mightiest attack.
Subsequently, the Sword Light slightly shook, effortlessly radiating sword intent in all directions.
Over a hundred chanical Puppets shook violently, then exploded with a booming sound, “puffing” repeatedly.
Dense black smoke rose from these chanical Puppets, followed by crystalline chips spilling out, falling drop by drop on the ground.
From the chips, a terrifying Emperor Blood flowed.
This blood was false, but its energy composition was no less than genuine Emperor Blood.
The woman softly exhaled a breath, its fragrance pervading, heart-soothing.
This breath, however, suddenly swept up all the Emperor Blood of the chanical Clan, instantaneously refining it into a drop of pure Heart-soothing Spring.
This drop of Heart-soothing Spring did not fall into the Heart-soothing Spring itself but suddenly flew towards Zhou Yan, “thumping” and entering through the center of his forehead.
The powerful force of the Emperor Blood, like a rejuvenation.
Zhou Yan, who was originally extrely old, unexpectedly beca rejuvenated within this surge of energy, transforming into a handso young boy.
He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, just like that innocent, naive young boy from the Great Zhou family in the past.
…
This scene caused the surroundings to fall into a dead silence once more.
The powerful chanical puppets were suddenly all slain with a single stroke by the woman.
The woman’s strength was imaginable.
Because those chanical puppets seed not even qualified to be considered ants before her.
How terrifying was this?
And Zhou Yan’s encounter moved all the cultivators present. No one knew what had happened, nor did anyone know what terrifying changes would occur in this enormous palace.
But the only comfort was that the terrifying power of devouring had disappeared and reappeared no longer.
The cultivators who lost much soul energy managed to recover sowhat through consuming elixirs, so the depletion wasn’t that severe.
However, those cultivators who had died of old age and decay were now just a pile of bones, impossible to revive.
No one dared to make any reckless move here, nor did anyone intend to.
For everyone knew they weren’t even qualified to be considered ants themselves.
The woman in the white veiled dress murmured to herself, her eyeless gaze directed towards Zhou Yan’s location.
Her expression was evidently complex, although still hazy and indistinct, yet the complexity was clearly portrayed.
“If there were hundreds and thousands of cycles of reincarnation, would you still rember ?”
“Would you rember ?”
The woman inquired.
The voice was exceptionally pleasant and lodious, resonating in the void like an echo.
Zhou Yan was dazed.
The void thunder tribulation had vanished, and his divine soul was suddenly rebounded by the turtle shell, entering the divine body.
The divine body grew incomparably strong, at the strength of a venerable eighth realm body.
Yet Zhou Yan was not elated, for that incomparably pleasant, incredibly heart-penetrating voice left him sowhat bewildered and in a daze.
“Do you rember?”
Zhou Yan rembered nothing.
But a kind of indescribable stabbing pain in his heart prevented him from uttering such words.
Yet if he claid to rember, would that count as lingering over the scenery? Would it count as an entanglent?
“I—”
Zhou Yan, always clever, suddenly found himself confused.
Always quick-witted, Zhou Yan suddenly beca bewildered.
This was a simple question, but absolutely not an easy question to answer.
“I know you’ve forgotten, just like I, despite living only to the fourth life, have forgotten too.”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t rember.”
The woman’s voice was sorrowful, with an indescribable heartrending quality.
Zhou Yan stood in a daze for a mont, imdiately forming an obsession, and was about to loudly declare ‘I always rember’.
But the woman interrupted him once again, as if she already knew Zhou Yan’s forthcoming comforting words.
“The Heart-soothing Spring is the tear of my spirit. The Soul-controlling Fruit is a kind of devoted guarding of mine. For millions of years, I’ve been searching and waiting for such a person.”
“Today, you are here, they are for you.”
“I rember you once said to
‘Xi Zixi’, today, I give you my soul and tears accumulated over millions of years.”
The woman stretched out her illusory jade hand, gently taking the Heart-soothing Spring, and plucked the Domain Fruit.
The Heart-soothing Spring shrank to the size of a fist, just the size of a heart, like a drop of crystalline tear, resplendent and bright.
And the Domain Fruit, in her hand, transford from a cute baby girl, like her child, into a domain of pure soul-controlling rule power.
An assembly of supre domain, an unowned domain gathered with the domain power of ten thousand supres.
This was an immaculate, unowned, and incomparably pure chaos domain.
The figure of the woman in the white veiled dress gradually shrank, continuously diminishing.
Finally, she reached the sa size as the young Zhou Yan.
Subsequently, she appeared so frail, so weak, yet so delicate and lovely.
Yet as she walked towards him, it was as if heaven and earth wept.
An indescribable sense of sorrow penetrated people’s hearts.
Her illusory jade hands cradled these, approaching Zhou Yan, slowly parting her hands.
(So guests today caused a delay, hmm, now presenting the third update, with the fourth on its way later. Additionally, a reader ntioned that yesterday was over thirty votes short, everyone worked hard but Can Jian lacked sincerity, no reward updates Σ(°△°|||)︴okay, Can Jian will post another update at midnight, very grateful for everyone’s effort~~)
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