Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 140 - 037 Nine Lives Gate

Ancient Array, the derivation of, is none other than a fragment of the Void.

At the end of the Void, some could see the truth, while others saw only a mirage.

It seemed that what each person saw was not entirely the same.

Amidst a soul-stirring call that deeply penetrated the spirit, there was an inescapable sensation, which was what Zhou Yan was feeling at that moment.

As for what others felt or thought, from beginning to end, he had scarcely paid any attention.

The Void Ancient Array, brimmed with an ancient Taoist aura.

Within this ancient aura, the figure of a woman seemed as if she had never disappeared, perpetually there.

Zhou Yan wanted to know all the answers, but he knew his life energy couldn’t endure further loss; yet, as his gaze shifted to the endless Void, he suddenly saw that familiar silhouette again.

That ancient, breathtakingly beautiful woman, had not turned around, but her gaze seemed to perceive everything behind her.

She seemed to transcend the distances of time and space, witnessing scenes from the past or future.

She did not move, yet the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, then, she was about to turn around.

But in this process, that calling sensation suddenly became much more faint, and Zhou Yan felt his heart start pounding violently, his whole body feeling as if it would suffocate, extremely uncomfortable.

It seemed that the sensation of breathing no longer existed, as if he had become an ordinary person, one suffocatingly ordinary.

He felt his heart like a massive war drum, thunderously beating as if about to burst forth, his entire being seemed on the verge of exploding.

Yet, the turning figure of the woman gradually faded, and the suffocating feeling also gradually weakened.

Zhou Yan felt that he had struggled through and gained a burst of vitality, but the silhouette of that woman had already vanished.

The mirage, or all illusions, had inexplicably disappeared.

The sound of the flute also ceased to exist, as if it had abruptly stopped.

And the world ahead, likewise seemed as if it had never featured that woman’s silhouette.

The Ancient Array like a vast palace, suddenly descended, casting nine pale dazzling light sources.

Among the pale light sources, there were strange flying colors and hues.

Zhou Yan suddenly came back to his senses, only to discover that time seemed to have frozen before this, because he could still hear the trailing sound of the last few words of a cultivator named Jia Yongheng — "...the arrangements and assignments."

The trailing sound of the word ’assignments’ seemed as if it had just been spoken.

Zhou Yan sighed softly, reflecting on the somewhat mysterious loss of a portion of his vitality energy, but this was also within his expectations.

Fortunately, all these vitality energies originated from the dispersing life energy of the Purple Flame Lotus Seeds; otherwise, with his abilities, he might have already perished during that inexplicable suffocating sensation.

Zhou Yan knew he had inexplicably evaded a disaster.

He didn’t know what others had experienced at that instant, nor could he find out, but having overcome this calamity, Zhou Yan became completely confident about the road ahead.

These inexplicable things were always elusive. And only what could be grasped could inspire confidence. freewebnσvel.cøm

Without grasp, there was no hope of living.

At long last, everything was within his control.

Zhou Yan believed that the ancient place must have a certain connection with him, else these coincidences wouldn’t occur. He believed even more strongly that the call was not a lure into danger, nor arose from some inexplicable evil intent, but should be an instinctual attraction, a mutual inherent allure.

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"At last, we’ve emerged, this must surely be the legendary Nine Lives Gate. However, the guardian Demon Beasts of the Nine Lives Gate possess ancient bloodlines, Zhou Lingzhe, are you sure you need our help to condense such bloodlines? If we are to condense such essence blood, would you truly trust it enough to accept it?"

Chen Tianjian hesitated slightly, his tone somewhat solemn.

Upon seeing the nine light sources appear, his serene eyes also took on an unusual color.

That moment of excitement, even a person like him could not conceal.

From this alone, it was proof that the Nine Lives Gate was indeed extraordinary.

"In that case, I’m certainly sure. Since I’ve entrusted it to all of you, why wouldn’t I trust you!"

Zhou Yan’s response was hearty, also making the fellow cultivators feel trusted and comforted.

Not to mention the truth of Zhou Yan’s words, at least for the Cultivators, speaking like this and feeling this way is quite pleasant.

Hence, many Cultivators’ attitudes toward Zhou Yan had significantly improved due to this speech.

"Zhou Lingzhe is truly magnanimous. Since that’s the case, I’ll be the first to make a move and offer Zhou Lingzhe some help!"

Chen Tianjian spoke, and he actively took a step forward, walking towards a beam of light within the source of light.

At that moment, the beam of light suddenly exploded, revealing a bright, unusual radiance!

This radiance abruptly swelled, and then a giant beast, covered with massive green bone spurs, and resembling a lizard magnified a million times, suddenly appeared there!

Before, there wasn’t a clear sense of space, but as soon as the giant beast appeared, all the Cultivators realized that this space had somehow become enormously vast.

And in this vast space, they themselves felt as tiny as ants!

"Roar~~"

The giant beast roared and bellowed, a sulfuric scent sweeping across the Void like a sandstorm-laden tornado, suddenly sweeping towards everyone!

As it roared, the poisonous gas was immediately inhaled by many Cultivators into their bodies, and at the same time, countless Cultivators screamed in agony, their bodies immediately heating up.

Soon after, the Cultivators’ flesh began to redden as if burning in flames, their hair instantly catching fire, emitting a pungent green smoke.

"Ssss—"

Beside Zhou Yan, Feng Lingzhu grunted in pain, but she immediately activated the Ice Frost Sword Intent, suppressing the terrifying fiery breath, and managed to protect herself.

This was Ice Sword Intent, perfectly capable of countering flames, providing a glimmer of hope. Those who didn’t possess Ice or Fire Sword Intents could only struggle painfully.

Their flesh was red as fire, burning intensely. When it reached a peak, their eyes turned blood-red, and they madly, chaotically attacked, killing nearby companions or other Cultivators.

This scene, however, occurred in an instant, creating a chaotic, uncontrollable situation.

In that moment, the Cultivators’ terrible cries of agony, the intense sound of burning flames, and that dry, piercing sulfur smell roamed every corner of heaven and earth.

Immediately, a large number of Cultivators died on the spot!

Around Zhou Yan, the Purple Flame Breath circulated, any sulfuric scent approaching him instantly calmed down like a rabbit seeing a tiger, even the assaulting sulfuric flames within the breath of the Purple Flame quickly transformed into clusters of pure energy, casually inhaled into Zhou Yan’s body.

As for those mad Cultivators, none dared to challenge his Purple Flame Breath, as if there was a fear and dread emanating from their souls.

Zhou Yan looked at this chaotic scene, this time completely unmoved; he merely extended his Purple Flame Breath towards Feng Lingzhu, sharing some of her burden.

Feeling the pressure suddenly disappearing, Feng Lingzhu started in surprise, her beautiful eyes falling on Zhou Yan, whose aura was steady, gaze profound, and expression unfathomably calm.

Her heart was filled with gratitude, yet at this moment, overwhelmed with complex emotions, she couldn’t utter a single word.

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"Enough, dare to act recklessly? Die!"

Chen Tianjian barked angrily, his voice resonating through heaven and earth, rolling like thunder.

His body, like an ancient Buddha, suddenly exploded with seven terrifyingly colorful rings of light; these rings, like Sword Souls, formed a starry sky, exceptionally dazzling!

Once these rings appeared, the giant beast immediately screamed in agony, the massive figure with green bone spurs as if tied down by the rings of the Sword Soul Halo, undergoing immense pain.

The powerful giant beast was mysteriously trapped, the terrifying halos exerting tremendous power as if suppressing a part of heaven and earth!

This scene stunned countless Cultivators!

Almost everyone was dumbfounded! They hadn’t imagined that these seven colorful rings of light would be so terrifying, almost like a divine being descending, with the momentum to destroy heaven and earth!

"Since Chen Lingzhe is putting in so much effort, it would be rude not to perform a bit myself, especially since Zhou Lingzhe brought us here."

At this moment, the second person to step forward was not Feng Yunyan, but the inscrutable Jia Yongheng.

He spoke casually with a chuckle, casually smoothing his Spirit Armor sleeve and drawing out a paper crane-like Sword Spirit entity.

Although this paper crane-like Sword Spirit was tiny as a finger, the moment it appeared, it seemed as if the colors of heaven and earth changed!

This entity bore an indescribably terrifying aura of destruction, an atmosphere that seemed even greater than Zhou Yan’s peak Purple Flame!

With this entity’s appearance, it was as if it was the only existence in the universe, with no other vitality to speak of.

This was the aura of the Emperor among swords!