??234: Chapter 117: The Twelve Sword Spirits!_2
234: Chapter 117: The Twelve Sword Spirits!_2
“Yanyan was wrong…
wrong…”
“Yanyan won’t let Father King get hurt, nobody will hurt Father King!”
“You all go to die, you won’t take my Father King away again…”
“Father King, Father King, don’t leave, please don’t go…”
“Father King…
Yanyan is in so much pain…”
Feeble and frail, Yanyan’s thin and delicate body slowly erged within the Purple Fla Void, shrouded by the purple flas, then wandered aimlessly.
Before Zhou Yan had ti to approach, she walked into the flas like a walking dead.
In the end, she vanished into the flas.
That cluster of purple flas burned quietly, signifying at least she was still alive.
But now the purple flas were as serene as calm waters, devoid of any horrific aura or inexplicable power.
Though burning, the occasional flickers resembled a candle in the wind, seemingly on the verge of extinguishnt at any mont.
Zhou Yan dashed to the edge of the purple flas, reached out to grab her, but his hand passed through Yanyan’s already ethereal body, clutching at nothing.
Yanyan’s retreating figure, her little cotton-padded jacket, with traces of golden runes like those in an ancient book yet terribly tattered.
That ragged clothing, full of holes, exposed parts of her body that seed bluish from the cold, her small fra so fragile and now shivering uncontrollably.
…
“Ah—”
Zhou Yan roared in fury, his voice echoing through heaven and earth; he could not contain his emotions, his heartrending screams akin to madness.
In the end, he expended all of his soul’s energy.
He collapsed to his knees, his incorporeal soul shedding tears of blood.
The blood, staining the void red, turned the black snowflakes blood-red, as the entire Purple Fla Void experienced a cataclysmic tremor.
Red snowflakes drifted down, and the world his Master had derived, full of life, was now shrouded in a layer of blood.
“Why!
Why!
Why!”
Zhou Yan’s voice was hoarse from screaming, his soul too weak to shout any longer.
But no one knew, no one could hear.
In this world, in this Purple Fla Void, he was a god, able to dominate all.
Yet he could not govern himself, nor could he change Yanyan’s fate.
So powerless, so in pain, and so…
without even the right to despair.
He had given his all, committing every resource he could to the purple flas.
Though it enhanced a hint of the fla’s aura, there was no fundantal change.
Finally, he silently took out the Ancestor Blood.
The mont the Ancestor Blood was revealed, the aura of the purple flas weakened substantially.
Zhou Yan’s heart clenched, and he imdiately retracted the Ancestor Blood.
He slapped himself hard, filled with regret, lanting that offering the Ancestor Blood had weakened Yanyan even more.
After a long while, he stood up impassively.
The blood from the void condensed into a light orb resembling a miniature universe.
With a reach of his hand, the orb appeared in his palm.
Finally, the orb of light rged into his soul, and all his lost power returned.
Heaven and earth reverted to their original state, with the sun, moon, and mountains.
Here, there was now a world, his kingdom.
“Yanyan, Father King loves you, for a lifeti, for eternity, I love you!
No matter your background, even if Father King must stand against the world and bring chaos to the universe, I will survive, to make sure you are happy!
Whoever stands in Father’s way, Father will kill!”
“Yanyan, Father King must leave this place now.
The Sword Spirit has already reassembled, and Master has helped
by sacrificing himself…
Father King must go out and beco powerful by any ans!
Father King will find you your favorite Fruits, and you’ll never go hungry again!”
“Yanyan, Father King has never thought of abandoning you.
Yanyan, you are so good, so sensible; how could Father King bear to leave you.
You are not at fault; in Father King’s eyes, Yanyan is always right!”
“Yanyan, sleep well, let go of that obsession, so you can suffer less every day…
Father King will often co here to see you.”
…
Zhou Yan spoke silently, holding back the blood and tears that were about to burst forth once again, uttering every word.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, yet the sadness of a dead heart was nothing compared to a fraction of Zhou Yan’s grief at that mont.
In that instant, Zhou Yan completely understood everything within the Lonely Sword Intent, he comprehended the Tao of the Soul Destruction Sword Intent and the ruthlessness of the Sorrow-breaking Sword Intent.
Then, he shelved these thoughts, released all his emotional bonds, and began the final transformation of his Soul.
“Ommm—”
Between Heaven and Earth, a mysterious trembling sensation arose, as if an ancient, Invincible Fierce Beast was awakening at that mont.
Strangely, the Cultivators of Carefree Main City, and even the entire Water Domain and Southern Wilderness, felt an inexplicable sense of dread and pressure.
…
The atmosphere in the Purple Fla Void suddenly felt incredibly complete, as if the world, although not particularly large, was perfectly Derived to Perfection.
Like a real Planet’s world.
At that mont, Zhou Yan truly ford his own body, a body naked yet possessing terrifying explosive power.
After forming this body, twelve totemic images of shape-aning War Beasts gradually appeared on Zhou Yan’s chest.
Each image was lifelike.
Gray Dragon, White Tiger, Flying Eagle, Jiao Snake, Spirit Monkey, Immortal Crane…
The twelve shapes ford a circle, engraved on the Emperor’s Arc; the Emperor’s Arc rotated like a Planet at the center of Zhou Yan’s chest.
As it spun, the Emperor’s Arc vanished, the totems disappeared, and twelve imprints delved deep inside, condensing a Sword at the core of the Soul, with the shapes of Twelve Sword Spirits appearing upon this Sword.
The Twelve Sword Spirits then rged into one Sword.
This Sword was the true Emperor’s Sword, capable seemingly of piercing through Heaven and Earth with a single thrust.
With a thought from Zhou Yan, a Dragon Sword Spirit flew out, and Zhou Yan’s Soul transford into a true Gray Dragon.
Zhou Yan’s own Soul also vanished at that mont, including the remaining eleven Sword Spirits, all of which temporarily settled within the body of the Gray Dragon, lying dormant.
The Gray Dragon roared through day and night, Heaven and Earth; the true power of the Dragon Swordsmanship at that mont was so powerful and defiant of the heavens that it far surpassed even the Slaughter Sword Dao’s might that looked down upon all life.
Zhou Yan experienced it for a mont, and with another thought, he transford into a stormy White Tiger.
The ergence of the White Tiger represented the significance of the Beast King, causing the colors of Heaven and Earth to change, with storm clouds and lightning gathering around it.
“Twelve forms, twelve natural Origin transformations!”
Even if Zhou Yan’s ntal State was exceedingly steady, he couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable shock at this mont.
This feeling, of controlling life and death, of dominating all things in Heaven and Earth, was truly terrifying!
If it were possible to do this in the outside world, then wouldn’t that be…
With that thought, Zhou Yan imdiately concentrated his Spiritual Sense, ready to burst out of the Purple Fla Void and return to his own body in the outside world!
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