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Chapter 1126

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He had underestimated the might of a Martial Saint, especially a saint whose cultivation system was even stronger than Earth's. He had ignited his saint form and launched a desperate attack!

Seeing that his attack had succeeded, the Patriarch of Spirit Ruins' eyes flashed with deep resentment!

However, before he could rejoice, he saw Ye Chen looking at him viciously. He took another step forward and slashed for the third time!

"Impossible! This is impossible! How could you withstand my attack!?!?"

The Patriarch of Spirit Ruins roared repeatedly before saying with incomparable resentment, "Even if I die, I'll drag you to hell with me!"

"Ahhhhh!

"With the life of a Martial Saint, I'll burn a thousand years of my lifespan and sacrifice my soul to fight you to the death!"

"Rumble …"

The void was trembling as if the starry sky was collapsing. Countless cracks appeared. Endless destructive power swept toward Ye Chen with the Patriarch of Spirit Ruins as the center.

In an instant, the entire Tianxuan Mountain was gone, leaving behind only cracks that were riddled with holes.

Blech!

Under such power, even the Nine Yang Sword Head and the Grand Purity Palace's palace master, who were far away, spat blood!

It had to be said that a Martial Saint who had gone berserk was no less than a nuclear bomb explosion!

Ye Chen turned around and hugged his daughter tightly. He used his back to resist the destructive power.

Bang!

His entire body was sent flying by the force, but he still held onto his daughter tightly, not letting her come into contact with any of the force.

"Daddy, are you alright?"

The little girl could not help but cry when she saw the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Daddy's fine!"

Ye Chen smiled lightly and put her down. Then, he turned around slowly and looked at the Patriarch of Spirit Ruins in the distance!

"I've underestimated the martial artists of the Ancient Desolate Realm after all. They're merely at the Martial Saint Stage, but they can unleash the power of a Soul Formation Stage cultivator with a desperate attack!"

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. When he opened his eyes again, divine light surged in his eyes, as if he was a god looking down on the world.

"Old dog, you can die with a smile on your face if you can witness this divinity of mine!"

With that, his eyes flashed, and a faint aura of decay was emitted, as if time had awakened in his eyes.

"I have a bright pearl that has been locked in the dust for a long time. Today, the dust is gone, and the light shines through the mountains and rivers!"

"Time …"

Ye Chen's voice was very soft, but it was clearly transmitted into everyone's mind. Every word was a gem.

In that instant, the scenery between heaven and earth shook, as if time was flowing in reverse …

The Patriarch of Spirit Ruins trembled, his eyes filled with struggle and confusion …

It was a state of mind. It was as if one could see the marks of time at close range, and capture the aura of time.

Scenes of the past appeared in his eyes. Ever since he was young and sensible, because he was the son of a concubine, he was locked in the woodshed and beaten by his father, who was the landlord.

He wasn't the only one. Even the tens of thousands of people present were immersed in this state, immersed in the memories in the depths of their minds …

Time passed bit by bit. The resentment on Patriarch Spirit Ruins' face gradually dissipated, and the messy aura on his body gradually weakened …

He saw himself a thousand years ago when he was only eight years old. Because he couldn't stand the woman's beatings, he took advantage of the time when the woman was fetching water from the well at home to knock her out with a mortar and pushed her into the well.

That was the first time he killed someone!

Moreover, the person he killed was his father's woman!

His body was trembling, and he was roaring silently. He was afraid, and he didn't want to face it …

He saw the woman's corpse, which had been soaked in the well water, being fished out by the crowd. The matter of him killing someone was also exposed.

Many people glared at him angrily, seeing him as a demon. They wanted to kill him on the spot, including the man's murderous gaze …

He saw that at the critical moment, his biological mother risked her life to protect him, but she was beaten to death by the family servant …

"No!"

He struggled, he resisted …

He didn't want to face it …

In the distance, the Nine Yang Sword Head knelt heavily on the ground. His eyes were slightly closed, and hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes …

He saw himself bringing along his sister, whom he had picked up when he was young. The two of them lived in a dilapidated temple and depended on each other …

He saw himself begging on the streets during the day, and even pickpocketing, stealing other people's belongings to support his sister …

He also saw his sister being forcibly captured by human traffickers and sold to a rich family as a maid to raise their blessings. She married an old man who was about to die …

He did not know how much time had passed. It felt like a breath, but it also felt like a thousand years …

Shi Qianhan knelt on one knee and tried to grab something with his hand. He muttered, "Yu 'er …"

"Sister …"

The Nine Yang Sword Head roared hysterically. His body trembled heavily, and then he suddenly woke up.

Then, he saw the Grand Purity Palace's palace master beside him lying on the ground in a disheveled state. She cried out as if she was having a nightmare, and there was a hint of lust on her face …

He saw the tens of thousands of martial artists present seem to have gone mad. Some were shouting, some were crying, and some were laughing maniacally …

"What kind of divinity is this?!"

The Nine Yang Sword Head felt a chill run down his spine. Then, he looked at Ye Chen in the distance in shock.

A single divinity had caused tens of thousands of people to fall into a nightmare. Even a Martial Saint like him was no exception …

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the Patriarch of Spirit Ruins, but the scene that entered his eyes made his scalp go numb.

At that moment, the Patriarch of Spirit Ruins was sitting still. His entire body was as thin as a bag of bones. His eyes were wet with tears of blood, and his skin was as dry as tree bark …

D-Dead!

The Nine Yang Sword Head's heart thumped wildly.

The Patriarch of Spirit Ruins was dead!

He had died in Ye Chen's divinity!

The Nine Yang Sword Head could not help but look at Ye Chen in fear as he thought to this point, "Fellow, does this divinity have a name?"

Ye Chen carried his daughter slowly and walked toward Mu Caiwei and the rest who were in a nightmare. He said without turning his head, "Time …"

"Time …"

The Nine Yang Sword Head was shocked as he muttered to himself, "Time, what a time. Time is like a blade cutting a Martial Saint …"

He took a deep breath in and bowed to Ye Chen solemnly. He said hoarsely, "Thank you, fellow. I owe you a favor!"

Ye Chen's divinity was terrifying!

But in the nightmare, wasn't he also re-examining the pain of his past once again?

Once again, he witnessed the experience of him and his sister going from knowing each other to being separated by life and death.

This matter had always been suppressed in his heart. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as an inner demon!

However, by chance, under Ye Chen's divinity, the knot in his heart was untied. After that, everything was different.

Even the Nine Yang Sword Head and the rest were restrained by Ye Chen's divinity, let alone Mu Caiwei and the rest.

King Mu beat his chest and stomped his feet, unable to extricate himself, "Qinglan, hold on. You must hold on …"

Ye Chen sighed softly. Subsequently, he waved his sleeve and left with the few of them, leaving behind a group of people who were still immersed in the past.

He had just flown halfway when he felt a sharp pain in the depths of his sea of consciousness. He could no longer hold on and fell from the sky …



(PS: Chapter 4 has been updated today. Sorry for the long wait!)

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