177: A divine eye? A blind man? (Sixty-two)

The outskirts of the God Burial Ruins.

This was the edge of the forbidden land, yet the Death Qi remained so thick it was inseparable.

Qing Yao leaned against a massive piece of weathered beast bone, panting heavily.

The original color of her plain dress had long since been lost to blood and dust. Several deep wounds that exposed bone were being continuously infiltrated by black Death Qi, preventing the self-repair of her Saint Body Origin.

Fifteen years.

She had been trapped in this forbidden land for a full fifteen years.

To survive, she had exhausted all the Medicinal Pills and spiritual items on her person.

Just today, she decided she would wait no longer, choosing to exhaust her final bit of strength to try and break out of this forbidden land.

The result she met was an even more absolute despair.

From all directions, endless Fallen Spirits and Resentful Souls surged out continuously from beneath the ground and the shadows of skeletons.

They formed a boundless black tide, trapping her tightly in the center.

Her spiritual power had long since been exhausted.

Her Saint Body Origin was also on the verge of depletion due to years of consumption and injuries.

She watched the black tide pressing in step by step, emitting silent shrieks, as a sense of helplessness surfaced in her cold eyes.

Perhaps, today she really would perish here.

However.

Just as the black tide was about to submerge her.

A sudden change occurred.

All the violent, chaotic Resentful Souls that possessed nothing but the instinct to devour suddenly went still at the same time.

It was as if they had encountered the most terrifying natural enemy in the world; the greed and tyranny born of instinct were instantly replaced by fear.

They no longer advanced, but instead recoiled backward in panic, desperately trying to get away.

It was as if what stood before them was not a dying, beautiful woman, but an abyss that was about to devour all things.

Qing Yao was stunned, completely failing to understand what had happened.

The next moment.

She saw a figure.

He walked slowly out from that black mist zone that represented absolute death, a place where even Resentful Souls did not dare to tread.

It was still those same black clothes, still that same handsome and resolute face.

But the moment she saw him, Qing Yao's heart tightened.

It was him.

You Chen.

The man who, fifteen years ago, had voluntarily sacrificed himself to save her, being completely dissolved by the "source of emperors demise" and erased from this world.

He was... actually still alive.

No.

Qing Yao quickly noticed something was off.

The person before her looked exactly like You Chen, but his temperament was vastly different.

His eyes no longer held the sharpness and Battle Intent of the past.

They were a calm as deep as an ancient well, as if they contained the ultimate Profound Truth of life and death, or perhaps, were simply pure nothingness.

He did not radiate any powerful fluctuations of spiritual power.

But it was precisely this calm, this natural aura, that made all the ominous things around him instinctively fear and tremble.

Like a monarch inspecting his own territory.

You Chen did not make a move.

He simply walked forward calmly, step by step.

Wherever he passed, those Resentful Souls that couldn't retreat in time dissipated automatically without even being able to let out a scream, turning into the most primitive Death Qi.

And that Death Qi was completely absorbed and devoured by an invisible, inward-collapsing Domain around him.

Watching this scene, Qing Yao's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

She could not understand the sight before her at all.

You Chen walked up to her and stopped.

As he looked at the scars covering her body, ripples finally appeared in his eyes that were otherwise as still as an ancient well.

He reached out and gently supported her tottering body.

A peculiar power was transferred from his palm.

In that power, there was both a majestic force of life and a trace of the silent Dao charm of the "End."

Two completely opposite powers were perfectly fused together.

Under the soothing of this power, the injuries inside Qing Yao's body were instantly stabilized.

The persistent Death Qi melted away like ice and snow the moment it came into contact with this power.

“You...”

Qing Yao opened her mouth, wanting to ask a thousand questions, but she couldn't say a single word.

You Chen did not explain.

He glanced at the chaotic Law of space around them, raised his hand, and made a gentle swipe toward a spot in the Void Realm before him.

It was like drawing a line on paper with a pen.

That violent, chaotic space—enough to tear apart a True God expert—was easily ripped open into an incredibly stable rift, like a piece of submissive cloth.

On the other side of the rift, light and shadows shifted; it was the Central Province world outside the God Burial Ruins.

This effortless mastery over the Law of space had long since surpassed the scope of the God Realm.

This was... a manifestation of having preliminary contact with the "Dao."

Before Qing Yao could be shocked again, You Chen had already taken her and stepped into the spatial rift.

The two passed through the rift and returned to the land of the Central Province.

The long-lost sunlight made Qing Yao feel somewhat unadjusted for a moment.

“You go back to the Qing Clan first. I still have some old scores to settle.”

You Chen's voice was calm, showing no hint of joy or anger.

Qing Yao looked at him and ultimately just nodded.

She knew that an earth-shattering transformation she couldn't understand had occurred within You Chen.

The two separated for the time being.

You Chen's figure soon disappeared into the horizon.

He was in no hurry to seek revenge.

He casually changed his appearance, transforming into an ordinary-looking Loose Cultivator, and entered a nearby ancient city where Cultivators gathered.

Inside the largest restaurant in the city.

You Chen found a seat by the window, ordered a pot of the most ordinary spiritual tea, and listened quietly.

With his current Realm, whether it was the loud talk of the thousands of Cultivators in the restaurant or their whispered discussions...

Even those Divine Thought transmissions they thought were secret reached his ears clearly, without missing a single word.

He quickly obtained the information he wanted.

“...Those two Saint Bodies of the Qing Clan perished in the God Burial Ruins fifteen years ago. What a pity.”

“What's there to be pity about? Competing in the great era is just like that. Now that they're dead, Saint Batian and the other two have two fewer major rivals. Over these fifteen years, their prestige has grown even greater, and their actions have become increasingly overbearing.”

“Isn't that the truth. I heard the three of them are currently at the newly opened ancient dojo, 'Subduing Dragon Platform,' clearing the area and monopolizing all the Opportunities, not even leaving a drop of soup for anyone else.”

Subduing Dragon Platform.

Saint Batian.

Xuan Ming Holy Maiden.

Five Elements Saint Body.

Hearing these names, a flash of killing intent crossed You Chen's eyes.

That killing intent flashed and vanished, not attracting anyone's attention.

He didn't need to ask for directions anymore.

You Chen closed his eyes.

Those three auras of hatred that had once driven him into a desperate situation and were carved into the depths of his Origin were incredibly clear under his Dao charm perception.

Like three lighthouses in the dark night, no matter how far apart they were, they had nowhere to hide.

He stood up and left a few yuan crystals.

He took a step out.

His figure didn't cause the slightest spatial fluctuation; he simply merged directly into the Void Realm and vanished... Subduing Dragon Platform.

This was an ancient dojo suspended above a sea of clouds.

At this moment, in the center of the dojo.

Saint Batian had just finished a battle.

Golden light flowed over his burly frame, and his overbearing aura made all the surrounding Cultivators afraid to look directly at him.

At his feet, a Prodigy with an Unparalleled Divine Body lay on the ground, covered in blood, his Dao foundation destroyed, and at his last breath.

“Foolish thing, you dare to snatch things from this Saint.”

Saint Batian gave a disdainful cold snort, enjoying the reverent and fearful gazes of the people around him.

To the side, the Xuan Ming Holy Maiden and the Five Elements Saint Body were sneering, appearing incredibly arrogant.

Fifteen years ago, they had joined forces to eliminate those two Saint Bodies of the Qing Clan, removing two major rivals from their path to the emperors road.

This had boosted their confidence immensely, and they acted without any scruples.

Saint Batian ignored the loser at his feet and turned toward the core of the dojo.

There, an ancient formation map was suspended; it was the most central Legacy treasure of this dojo.

His eyes flickered with greedy light as he reached out, preparing to take the treasure.

Right at that moment.

A voice so calm it carried no emotion sounded behind the three of them without any warning.

“It seems the three of you have been living quite successfully lately.”

This voice seemed to carry some kind of magic.

It caused Saint Batian's outstretched hand to suddenly freeze.

It caused the sneer on the Xuan Ming Holy Maiden's face to stiffen.

It even caused a hint of disorder to appear in the Laws flowing around the Five Elements Saint Body.

The bodies of the three froze simultaneously.

This voice... this voice that should have died completely fifteen years ago, with even the Divine Soul annihilated in the God Burial Ruins.

It sent a chill through their hearts.

They turned their heads slowly in horror.

There they saw the youth they had personally driven into a desperate situation, who should have been left without a corpse, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at them coldly.