Chapter 914: Using Emotions to Supplement the Dao

Bloody winds howled, and dark clouds raged.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, an ancient funeral melody seemed to echo, distant and mournful, drifting away as the beautiful woman faded like dissipating incense.

Amid the scarred and ravaged mountains, figures surged like a tide, covering the sky—immortals high above, yet without any pity for mortal beings.

Who am I? Who am I?

On the blood-soaked ground, Ye Chen held Liu Ruyan, her body covered in wounds, as if possessed, his expression twisted in agony, eyes brimming with bloody tears, his voice hoarse and desolate, his demeanor numb and vacant, like a soulless shell.

"The intelligence is indeed correct."

High in the void, the elder in Zi Pao laughed mockingly.

"What a so-called Tian Ting Shengzhu—he's no better than a dog right now."

The elder in Xue Pao bared his two rows of sharp, white teeth.

"In this state, we don't even need to lift a finger."

The elder in Hei Pao licked his crimson tongue, his eyes filled with savage glee, his smile sinister and chilling, enough to make anyone shudder.

Below, Ye Chen stared blankly at the bloodied woman in his arms, his expression still wracked with pain.

I am Liu Ruyan!

Suddenly, those words echoed in his ears, making his body tremble violently, tears of blood streaming down his face. It was a woman in wedding attire, stumbling desperately, shoving through the crowd like a madwoman, all to catch a glimpse of that fading silhouette.

I am Liu Ruyan!

Again, those words, through the passage of time and dust, as a woman in a white feather cloak held his hand, walking with him through the snow.

I am Liu Ruyan!

Still those words, like a haunting spell, entwining his memories with tender affection. It was a princess from the mortal world, playing the qin for him, combing his hair, sitting by his bed, watching him with a foolish smile.

His face was streaked with bloody tears, his once dazed eyes and numb pupils gradually clearing with those tender words, though his blurred vision made her graceful figure hazy.

I am Liu Ruyan, your wife!

He laughed, wildly and maniacally, his face covered in streaks of bloody tears, his laughter filled with sorrow, resentment, and rage.

His three Dao bodies were severed, his Dao principles broken and incomplete, yet in that mad laughter, they were filled by that hazy figure.

His Dao became whole again, but his laughter grew even more unhinged.

Witnessing this, the figures in the sky all frowned, thinking Ye Chen had gone mad, a deranged fool laughing to himself like an idiot.

Ah!

A roar pierced the heavens, as Ye Chen howled toward the sky, a pain that tore at his heart, a fury that surged like ocean waves, all unleashed in that cry, shattering the firmament and shaking the earth.

Instantly, dark clouds gathered in the void, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled.

The heavens trembled, the cosmos inverted, as if an ancient supreme demon god had awakened from slumber, ready to devour all living things.

Woo woo woo!

Suddenly, the wails of vengeful ghosts rang out, demonic energy sweeping across the sky and ground.

The members of Xue Ling Shijia paled in shock, tracing the source of the demonic energy to Ye Chen.

On the ground, Ye Chen's form had changed—his blood-stained white hair turned crimson, an ancient demonic pattern etched on his forehead, demonic power rampaging through him, his overwhelming presence spanning the heavens and making everyone tremble.

They will all be buried with you!

Ye Chen's voice was calm, yet it thundered like lightning.

In his arms, Liu Ruyan dissolved into mist bit by bit with his words, scattering on the wind.

Ah!

Watching Liu Ruyan fade away, in the grand hall of Tianxuan Gate before the Huan Tian Water Curtain, Fu Ya sighed softly. "What a twist of fate—Liu Ruyan is dead, yet he has regained his clarity."

"Supplementing the Dao with emotion, achieving perfection once more. The Chaos Dao surpasses its former state, now laced with a touch of feminine tenderness, but also a thread of worldly sorrow."

Donghuang Tai Xin spoke thoughtfully. "Only after enduring the vicissitudes of life can one truly transform in the passage of time—that is the nirvana of blood and tears."

"He's not just a walking corpse."

As they spoke, a trembling voice rose from the ravaged mountains.

Ye Chen stood up, like a awakened supreme demon god, his aura piercing the heavens. Before he even moved, the figures in the sky collectively retreated a step, their bodies shaking with a deep-seated fear from their souls.

They will be buried with her!

Ye Chen spoke, his voice majestic, ethereal, and ice-cold, like a divine judgment.

Suddenly, the winds shifted again. Centered on his body, demonic energy surged, swirling in a specific pattern to form a vortex that grew massive, engulfing the heavens and earth.

Ah!

Screams erupted as many were pulled into the vortex and ground to ash.

Ah!

The screams continued unabated, the black vortex expanding relentlessly, obliterating all life in its path. Groups of figures turned to dust, even peak Kong Ming Jing cultivators unable to resist.

The three Quasi-Tian Jing experts of Xue Ling Shijia were filled with terror, their bodies trembling as they retreated.

They will be buried with her!

Ye Chen stepped into the void, his demonic palm sweeping everything in its path to ashes. The elder in Xue Pao was sent flying, and before he could steady himself, a demonic shadow appeared.

Thud!

Blood sprayed as Ye Chen ripped out his heart and crushed it to pulp.

Ah!

The heartless one screamed in agony, staggering backward.

Ye Chen advanced in an instant, his hand glowing with demonic light, patterns flowing across his fingers. He punched through the void, turning half of the Xue Pao elder's body to blood mist. By the time the elder stabilized, his head had already separated from his body.

Defeating a Quasi-Tian expert in three moves left the Xue Ling Shijia members unsteady on their feet.

After slaying the Xue Pao elder, Ye Chen crossed the sky in a single step, treading on a sea of demonic blood, surrounded by the black vortex, charging toward the Zi Pao elder. Everywhere he passed, blood and bones littered the ground, his demonic god aura unstoppable.

Seeing this, the Zi Pao elder turned and fled.

Even if you flee to Gui Men Guan, I will overturn the entire Di Yu!

Ye Chen's words from behind were like a curse, making the Zi Pao elder's body shudder as he instinctively turned back.

Buzz!

He was met with a pitch-black war spear.

Thud!

Blood bloomed brightly as the Quasi-Tian Jing Zi Pao elder's head was pierced, nailing him to the void on the spot.

In just one move, another Quasi-Tian was slain!

Ye Chen suddenly turned his gaze to the Hei Pao elder, who had already escaped hundreds of zhang away.

With murderous intent, Ye Chen took a step, shrinking the distance in an instant, appearing behind the Hei Pao elder.

I will suppress you!

The Hei Pao elder spun around, slamming down a blood-colored bronze furnace from the sky.

Ye Chen ignored it completely, his demonic palm covering the heavens as he seized the furnace. Gathering demonic power, he shattered it on the spot.

Thud!

The Hei Pao elder suffered backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Before he could recover, Ye Chen struck, his demonic palm transforming into a blade that slashed down from the sky.

Thud!

Blood sprayed as the Hei Pao elder was split in two.

In just two moves, yet another Quasi-Tian was obliterated, truly turned to dust.

Ah!

The howls continued, the ravaged mountains reduced to flat plains. In that blood-red world, mountains of corpses and rivers of blood formed a scene like Wu Jian Di Yu, where any who entered would be trapped forever.

No one knew when the howls finally ceased.

In that swirling blood mist, a youth covered in blood slowly emerged, his crimson hair flying wildly, like a supreme demon god. He tread on the sea of demonic blood, wielding a blood-stained killing sword, heading straight for the realm of cultivators.