Chapter 1758: Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal (Part 1)
The projection profound formation of Zhou Tian opened once again.
This time, when the anxious Eastern Domain profound practitioners raised their heads, what they saw was a scene that left them completely stunned.
All the Fan Kings and Fan Di Elders of Fan Di God Realm were prostrate on the ground, bowing in the most humble posture before Qianye Ying'er and Yun Che.
From their mouths came oaths of submission that shook the soul with every word.
And not far from them, a person lay silently and coldly in a pool of blood. His entire body was stained with blood, his face indistinguishable, but the golden garment he wore was a symbol known to all, belonging solely to Fantian Shen Di.
Horror, dread, disbelief... and the final glimmer of hope, along with the utter collapse of the last shred of perseverance.
The Four King Realms of the Eastern Domain: Zhou Tian and Yue Shen were destroyed, Xing Shen submitted. Even the strongest, the last hope—Fan Di God Realm—ended with its God Emperor dead and the entire realm submitting at the feet of the demonic man.
The projection soon closed, but the Eastern Divine Region fell into a long, deathly silence. One by one, the bodies of profound practitioners fell weakly to their knees, just like their completely shattered faith.
At this time, it had only been a little over ten days since the Northern Divine Region's invasion.
The power of the Northern Divine Region tore apart their understanding almost every day. When even the King Realms met such an end and made such choices, their own persistence seemed incredibly fragile and laughable.
Soon, profound arks flew at extremely high speed from various star realms toward Zhou Tian Realm.
Earlier, the Realm Kings of the various upper star realms had been watching, none daring to take the lead... but now, they wished they could sprout eight more legs... In conventional understanding, those who surrendered first would undoubtedly receive the most favorable treatment.
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Qianye Fantian was dead. In the Fan Di Imperial City, besides the Fan Kings and Fan Di Elders, those who still retained their lives should be less than half—the Fan Di Divine Envoys, whose cultivation was all at the mid-stage Divine Sovereign level or above.
Even so, the Nine Fan Kings, all at the Ninth-rank Divine Lord level, along with the sixty-three Fan Di Elders at the Divine Lord level, were an extremely formidable force.
Even in such a state of decline, they far surpassed the Burning Moon God Realm of the Northern Divine Region.
What’s more, there were still Gu Zhu, and the two Fan Di ancestors who had been forced out.
If they could be controlled, it would undoubtedly be an extremely powerful force.
The golden light of the Buddhist Soul Bell disappeared into Qianye Ying'er's hand. Although her power had changed, her Fan Di bloodline could never be altered.
With her Fan Di bloodline, she could fully control the Buddhist Soul Bell. And controlling the Buddhist Soul Bell meant controlling the entire Fan Di God Realm.
Qianye Ying'er appeared very calm, but the unceasing turmoil within her heart was constantly revealed through the trembling light in her eyes. Over the years, she had firmly believed that the moment she saw Qianye Fantian again, she would slay him without any hesitation or pity... and would destroy everything he cherished before his eyes.
Today, Qianye Fantian had finally died before her... Qianye Ying'er was acutely aware of the purpose behind every action and word he spoke before his death, yet in the end, she chose to fall into his manipulation.
Even though her temperament had undergone great changes during her years in the Northern Divine Region, Qianye Fantian was still the person in this world who understood her best.
Her gaze swept over the kneeling Fan Kings and Fan Di Elders as she issued her first command: "Return to Fan Di!"
"Yes." Led by the Third Fan King, they rose and stood bowing before Qianye Ying'er, but no one moved first.
For Fan Di God Realm to change hands to Qianye Ying'er or to Yun Che seemed essentially no different, but to the people of Fan Di God Realm, the acceptance was worlds apart.
Moreover, Qianye Ying'er clearly had no intention of handing the Buddhist Soul Bell over to Yun Che.
Qianye Ying'er soared upward and landed on the Fantian Ship. Yun Che silently came to her side. Neither spoke. Qianye Ying'er gazed blankly toward the south, motionless for a long time.
Only then did the Fan Kings and Fan Di Elders move, coming to the Fantian Ship one by one... Without Qianye Ying'er's command, they dared not make any superfluous moves.
After all, this was the best outcome that Qianye Fantian had bought with everything he had.
The Fantian Ship activated. Just as it was about to take flight, Qianye Ying'er suddenly spoke: "Bring his corpse along, so as not to dirty so many people's eyes!"
All the Fan Kings trembled, then responded with tears: "Yes."
The Third Fan King and Fourth Fan King descended personally to the side of Qianye Fantian's corpse... The moment his body was lifted, Qianye Ying'er's gaze shifted slightly, taking one last look at Qianye Fantian.
Though it was only an exceedingly brief instant.
The Fantian Ship rose, quickly reaching maximum speed, flying straight toward Fan Di God Realm.
"How does revenge feel?"
Yun Che stood beside Qianye Ying'er: "Is it as satisfying as you'd anticipated all these years?"
"Satisfying?" Qianye Ying'er gave a low, cold smile. "You still have the nerve to say those two words to me?"
She seemed extremely displeased that Yun Che had stopped her from personally killing Qianye Fantian. But beneath her cold words, her gaze shifted slightly aside. In her eyes, there was no chill or resentment, but rather a deeply hidden complexity.
Yun Che looked into the distance and said suddenly: "Back when Jie Tian Mo Di returned to the world, he was the first to kneel and swear a poisonous oath of loyalty. When I no longer had Jie Tian Mo Di or Mo Li by my side, he was the first to want me dead. When you could bring greater benefits to Fan Di, even though you were his most valued daughter who had once risked her life to save him, he abandoned you without the slightest hesitation."
"In the end, to preserve the Fan Di lineage, he did not choose to use his remaining strength for a bloody revenge and die with dignity. Instead, he chose a death that abandoned all dignity, effectively gifting the foundation he had guarded all his life to another."
"It's a pity for this world to lose a person like him."
Qianye Ying'er slanted her eyes: "You're actually pitying your mortal enemy?"
"Pity?" Yun Che gave a cold smile. "Those two words have long ceased to exist in my will. I'm just curious—what exactly did Qianye Fantian say to you at the end, that made you suddenly change your mind?"
Qianye Ying'er averted her gaze somewhat unnaturally and said indifferently: "A loyal hound that delivers itself to your door and can be completely controlled—what reason is there not to accept it!"
"Completely controlled? Including those two ancestors?" Yun Che asked.
"You'll find out when the time comes." Qianye Ying'er's eyes flashed with a strange light.
In the Fan Di Imperial City, poisonous miasma filled the air.
Some Fan Di Divine Envoys were still struggling desperately under the Heavenly Poison. Outside the Fan Di Imperial City, in the areas where He Ling had also scattered the Heavenly Wound Heartbreak, not even bones remained.
In the rubble of the collapsed tower, Qianye Wugu, Qianye Bingzhu, and Gu Zhu opened their eyes at the same time, looking toward the Fantian Ship slowly descending from the air.
On the Fantian Ship, the auras of the Nine Fan Kings and the Fan Di Elders were all exceptionally weak, but all were present—only Qianye Fantian was missing.
Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu let out a long sigh, but showed no great emotional upheaval.
Qianye Ying'er and Yun Che descended, arriving before the three of them.
Gu Zhu slowly rose. His pale face twitched slightly under the torment of the Heavenly Poison, but still revealed a gentle smile, uttering words that had been repeated countless times before: "Miss, you've returned."
Facing Gu Zhu, the coldness in Qianye Ying'er's eyes completely melted. She gave a slight nod and said: "Yun Che, remove the poison for Uncle Gu."
Yun Che didn't waste words. With a wave of his hand, under the light of purifying radiance, Gu Zhu's Heavenly Wound Heartbreak soon dissipated.
If not for Gu Zhu back then, Qianye Ying'er would never have escaped from Fan Di God Realm, let alone had the chance to flee to the Northern Divine Region. Yun Che was aware of this.
Gu Zhu knelt weakly. Before he could even regulate his breathing, he pleaded: "I beg Miss and Demon Lord to show mercy and remove the poison for the two ancestors. The two ancestors will surely become assets to Miss and the Demon Lord."
"Assets?" Yun Che coldly smiled. "I am the one who kicked your Fan Di God Realm into hell. Those two old bastards must hate me to the bone. What reason do I have to save them!"
Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu both looked deeply at Yun Che for a moment. What they had seen earlier was all through the projection. This was the first time they truly saw Yun Che—this young man who, in such a short time, had drastically altered the fate of the Eastern Divine Region and Fan Di God Realm.
No resentment, no killing intent. Only a calmness that seemed to have completely seen through the vicissitudes of the mortal world.
"If the Heavenly Poison is not removed, Fan Di is doomed. To obtain this outcome now is a blessing from heaven." Qianye Wugu spoke: "The two of us have little time left in our remaining years and have long since had no hatred or desires. Now that Ying'er is Emperor, we will naturally use our remaining lives to assist with all our strength. The Demon Lord need not worry."
Through the Fan King's sound transmission, they had already learned what had happened in Zhou Tian.
"...Hmm?" Yun Che slightly frowned.
But Qianye Ying'er didn't respond to anyone. She walked straight forward: "Come, I'll show you something."
Pushing aside the rubble, a deep space beneath the tower revealed a giant golden profound formation. Every strand of its dazzling golden light carried a soul-piercing chill. Without a doubt, even approaching this formation would trigger an immensely powerful destructive force, let alone touching it.
Qianye Ying'er took out the Buddhist Soul Bell and gently shook it.
Immediately, the golden profound formation slowly parted, revealing an even lower space. Another golden light shone from within, but it was completely different from that of the golden profound formation—not at all aggressive, but as gentle as the glow of sunset.
"Let's go!" Qianye Ying'er reached out, grabbed Yun Che, and plunged downward.
It was a space no more than spacious.
Beneath their feet was a profound formation that slowly emitted gentle golden light. This formation was only about ten zhang in size, but it almost filled the entire unusually narrow underground space.
Without investigating the formation, Yun Che's gaze immediately fell upon the jade stone at the center of the formation, which emitted a faint white glow.
Its appearance was like a gleaming white jade plate, palm-sized, with irregular divine markings engraved on its edge. Its center was hollow, where a crystalline water droplet floated, like a drop of water settling, like a beauty shedding a tear.
Sustained by no power, and with no field of force perceptible, this "water droplet" hung quietly and eerily in the void.
"Master, that is..."
In Yun Che's mind, He Ling's excited whisper sounded.
Whether it was the Heavenly Poison Pearl or the Zhou Tian Pearl, both produced an extremely subtle resonance at this moment.
"This is the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal!" Qianye Ying'er spoke those five words with extreme nonchalance, words enough to violently shake anyone's soul.
Yun Che said nothing. He walked slowly forward toward the center of the formation. The narrow space meant only a few steps brought him there.
The Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal, ranked third among the Mystic Heaven Supreme Treasures, and among the seven, the one that drove people to madness the most—even in ancient times, this was the case.
Because possessing the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal granted immortality.
Facing this instrument of eternal life so close at hand, even Yun Che, as he was now, could not maintain a clear, thoughtless mind.
He stood before the seal, which seemed like shining white jade, and almost involuntarily reached out to touch it.
Qianye Ying'er did not stop him.
His finger touched the jade seal. It felt as warm as heated jade... and besides that, nothing unusual. At least, there was no sensation or aura of interference with lifespan.
"It seems to be a dead seal." Yun Che said indifferently: "Since it's a dead seal, how did you use it to let those two ancestors..."
"Ni Xuan... is it you..."
Yun Che's words abruptly stopped.