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??233: Chapter 117: Twelve Sword Spirits!

233: Chapter 117: Twelve Sword Spirits!

Zhou Yan really wanted to know the answer.

He had begun to doubt who he was amid this series of encounters.

Who he was seed like a simple question, one that any person could answer, but Zhou Yan was different; he couldn’t answer it.

After enduring an endless process of cultivation and being baptized by the river of ti over and over again in a short period, he doubted who he was.

He even wondered why, among so many people on Sword Burial Ancestor Star, his master had chosen him.

What essential difference was there between him and the others?

These were all mysteries.

Perhaps, if he just knew who Yanyan’s mother was and when he had been romantically involved with Yanyan’s mother, he could understand the issue.

As for Feng Lingqing, she was indeed a woman who had been intimate with Zhou Yan, but even with ti changes, Yanyan couldn’t have appeared so quickly in just a few months.

So at this mont, Zhou Yan was waiting for the answer from the powerful Nine Origin Sword Saint nad ‘Yao,’ who everyone looked up to.

But, once he had asked his question, that voice disappeared again.

Zhou Yan kept waiting.

As ti ticked by, and after a full hour had passed, a sigh was the only thing that echoed between heaven and earth.

“Kid, take good care of yourself.

I’ll extract three more portions of my Origin to strengthen your daughter’s Seal, reducing her pain a bit.

This way, even though my cultivation might regress by one realm, it is much better than answering your question.”

That voice had opted to regress in realm rather than answer the question.

Moreover, this ti, his attitude towards Zhou Yan had changed completely, no longer containing a trace of the previous contempt.

This change, subtle as it was, was still sensed by Zhou Yan’s nearly transcendent soul.

“Senior…”

Zhou Yan called out, but the energy of his soul could no longer transmit.

That voice had already blocked his transmission, refusing to communicate with him.

Zhou Yan’s heart inexplicably twitched, a wordless feeling of desolation welling up inside him.

That desolation felt so pale and powerless in this context.

His gaze now void of much emotion, he stared blankly at the faint Purple Fla in the void.

Looking at the Purple Fla, he couldn’t help but think of Yanyan, and from Yanyan, his thoughts turned to Feng Lingqing and her child.

“No…

When I left, I still didn’t feel the presence of life in Feng Lingqing’s body; there couldn’t be a child…

Zhou Yuntian is deceiving !”

Originally, even with a photographic mory, physical constraints left Zhou Yan with unclear understanding of many things, but now, whether it was a qualitative change in the reunion of his soul or a transformation of his abilities, he suddenly thought of many things he hadn’t before.

It was then that Zhou Yan felt a newfound sensation of global control over this heaven and earth.

It was as if he could be strategizing everything.

This was an inexplicably strong feeling, strong enough to give rise to a strange notion, as if he could tear apart heaven and earth with his bare hands.

But at the sa ti, he knew very well that this was a false sensation brought on by a qualitative change in his soul, not a reality.

However, feeling himself grow stronger ant that the increase in his strength was unimaginable.

This should have been good news, but Zhou Yan couldn’t be happy about it.

These sensations appeared for a mont and then quickly collapsed; his heart always draped over Yanyan.

In the Void, the aura of the Purple Fla seed to return to normal.

Within it, Yanyan’s figure gradually ca together and slowly grew clear.

“I have fulfilled nine and a half out of ten promises I made to your Master, and with that, our agreent stands settled.

Additionally, my disciple is coming to Sword Burial Ancestor Star; considering the sacrifices I’ve made for your daughter, please spare her.

From now on, the debts and grievances between

and your Master are cancelled.

Also, when necessary, I will try to help you…

Rember, my disciple is nad ‘Qian Xi,’ within the Sword Soul Realm of the Triple Realm of Three Souls and Seven Spirits, and is already on her way through the Ancient Array; she might arrive at Sword Burial Ancestor Star very soon.

I’ll instruct her not to be your enemy and to assist you when necessary, to avoid you and retreat.”

The indifferent voice reappeared but this ti sounding incredibly old and decaying, as though it too had reached a mysterious dead end.

After voicing these words and uncontrollably coughing a few tis, the voice gradually faded away in the Purple Fla Void.

But in this Purple Fla Void, it inexplicably began to snow.

The snowflakes were black, the kind of black that blood turns after it congeals, black enough to drive one to despair.

The aura of the Purple Fla thickened slightly at this mont, with Yanyan finally walking out.

But Zhou Yan saw that her bright eyes were filled with terror and inexplicable sadness, having lost the luster of spirituality, as she muttered: “Father King, Yanyan will be obedient, no longer mischievous, please don’t abandon Yanyan…”