Chapter 846: Chapter 17: The Legend Returns
To Gongcheng Qingyang’s tears of blood, she even felt disgusted, felt that Gongcheng Qingyang was a cowardly person.
A man, a man who sheds tears, is destined to be a worthless man.
Trash does not deserve to have anything, including women.
Yang Liuying thought in her heart.
Although the look of disgust on her face was fleeting, it still did not escape Gongcheng Qingyang’s eyes.
He smiled self-mockingly, suddenly stopped shedding tears, and stopped bleeding.
He straightened his back, no longer so humble, but stared directly at Yang Liuying and said, "Now, Zhou Zheng’s situation hardly qualifies as a secret. Considering the face of your elder brother Yang Liufeng and sister Yang Liuting back in the day, give Zhou Zheng a chance to live."
"I have already given you a chance, otherwise, you would have been dead long ago."
"You saved my life, but the inheritance of the Divine Tao you obtained is far more important than this. And the grace of saving my life, I can repay you!"
Gongcheng Qingyang said coldly.
"Repay? How do you repay?"
Yang Liuying sneered.
It was at this moment that Gongcheng Diewu was suddenly shocked and immediately wanted to take action, but—it was already too late.
"You saved me, my life is yours, I give it back to you. To me, the person I once loved deeply has already changed, the meaning of my clinging to life is lost, and I even vented anger and hatred on the nephew of the person who actually was very kind to me. I, Gongcheng Qingyang, have lived as a dog for more than ten years, and suddenly want to be a decent person for once, owe nothing to anyone, and especially owe nothing to those whose obligations I don’t even know I owe."
As Gongcheng Qingyang spoke, his person suddenly shattered into pieces, his entire divine body shattered, and his soul fragmented like a cobweb.
In an instant, he crushed his own divine soul, allowing himself to truly fall.
"Brother—"
Gongcheng Diewu was both shocked and terrified, using endless energy to try to gather Gongcheng Qingyang’s soul, yet his soul remained uncollectible.
Gongcheng Diewu used the Cold Ice Profound Meaning to freeze this space, yet it still failed to stop the soul’s fragmentation.
Soul fragmentation, one must be cruel enough to oneself to die in such pain.
But Gongcheng Qingyang did it, and this scene stunned countless cultivators.
Most cultivators are not afraid of death, but soul fragmentation is billions of times more painful than self-slashing, which is something no cultivator could endure.
But Gongcheng Qingyang smiled and shattered his own soul, even possessing endless means, a great power might not be able to condense it for him.
He equates to truly falling.
"You—"
Yang Liuying stood there stupefied watching Gongcheng Qingyang so die, her entire being was also fiercely shocked for a moment, she suddenly thought of the past with those sworn oaths, thought of how Gongcheng Qingyang gave her a great opportunity to achieve the Third Nine Battle Power Genius of the Fourth Transition of Sword God Realm, a chance she gave up, suddenly feeling somewhat blocked in her heart.
But soon, she thought of the family’s prosperity, thought of the many charming charms of Gles, and that mere trace of guilt instantly disappeared without a trace.
"E- Elder—"
"Uncle—"
At this time, Zhou Zheng had just returned to the Snow Cold Sword Sect with Gongcheng Qingwan, but suddenly saw this scene, Zhou Zheng also instantly understood the whole story, suddenly very sad, and couldn’t help but shout out.
His voice attracted the attention of many cultivators.
Gongcheng Diewu, as if numbed, heard nothing, continuously collecting Gongcheng Qingyang’s shattered bones, trying to retain as much complete flesh and remnant soul power as possible.
But all of these were ultimately destroyed by the great power of self-destruction, and collecting them amounted to nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh.
Gongcheng Qingwan silently came to the place where Gongcheng Qingyang died, knelt beside Gongcheng Diewu, saying nothing, but tears streaming down.
While Zhou Zheng first knelt and kowtowed three times respectfully to Gongcheng Qingyang, then he turned around, his gaze coldly fixed on Yang Liuying.
"I am Zhou Zheng! Zhou Zheng of the Zhou Family, son of Zhou Xian, the Fierce King of the Twelve Great Heavenly Kings of the Thunder Expansion Sacred Land and Feng Wen Yue of the Fire Phoenix Clan! I know many of you wish for my death and wish to extract useful things from my bloodline and soul to decipher my Uncle Zhou Yan’s Soul Slash Venerable Tao! But don’t you feel a chilling shame by acting like this? If it weren’t for my Uncle Zhou Yan pushing the Star River, how would the Plane’s power enlighten you? How would your captive marks be eliminated? If not for the Star River’s shattering and the Venerable’s plan failing, right now you’d all be captive pigs being less than pigs or dogs, do you understand?
Not asking for your gratitude, not asking for a shred of thankfulness, just asking you not to insult us so blatantly!
I, Zhou Zheng, am already poisoned, my bloodline sealed, and after over ten years of arduous training achieving nothing, my bloodline has been repeatedly drained by mechanical puppets, yet I still live, because I won’t let the enemy get the better of me.
But you—you the Yang Family, once part of my father’s friends and Taoist family, now oppress me like this!
Yes, now the Thunder Expansion Sacred Land no longer exists, my father and uncle’s fates are unknown, but what is done, Heaven sees! How can you bring yourselves to act this way? My uncle went through innumerable tribulations and did not perish, are you not worried that one day he returns, sees this scene, and feels heartbroken?"
Zhou Zheng’s face was hideous, each word like pearls, despite his frail body, his imposing presence was invincible, reminiscent of the imposing presence Zhou Yan had when questioning Saints in the Sword Soul Sword Spirit Realm.
In these words, everyone seemed to see Zhou Yan from past times.
For a moment, the scene was somewhat tranquil.
"The Yang Family, because of Zhou Yan, our Yang Family’s exceptional talents Yang Liufeng and Yang Liuting also find life worse than death, their whereabouts unknown. Not arresting you shows we don’t want to antagonize the Jiang family, and our Yang Family has no other choice. Don’t blame me, blame only yourself for being such a waste! If you had Zhou Yan’s skills, you could come and kill in our Yang Family!"
Yang Liuying mused slightly, yet her words were cold.
However, she had somewhat restrained her killing intent.
"Hehe, if the opportunity arises, I will kill at the Jiang family."
Zhou Zheng sneered.
"If that’s the case, I will absolutely not give you this opportunity!"
As Yang Liuying spoke, her gaze turned cold, and suddenly an incomparably strong killing intent crushed forward, swiftly targeting Zhou Zheng.
This killing intent, from having no trace of it before to abruptly appearing so strong, changed so quickly that even Gongcheng Diewu couldn’t react.
Even if she could react, facing a cultivator almost crushingly, Gongcheng Diewu was completely no match.
Plane fusion, descended upon the planet. Some cultivators received fortune, immediately becoming powerful cultivators of the God Realm.
Some cultivators merely received soul transformation and the blessing of rules, merely reaching the Saint Realm or the Sword God First Transition, equivalent to a rebirth process.
In terms of combat power, it’s by no means comparable to the combat power derived from a genius’s insights.
It can be said, despite Gongcheng Diewu being at the Sword God First Transition Realm, she couldn’t even defeat the Evil King at that time, how could she be a match for Yang Liuying at the Fourth Transition of Sword God?
"Brother, do you see? Your sacrifices, I said before, are not worthwhile. Each time, you did not listen to your sister’s words, and you would suffer losses. Though you feel suffering is also a kind of happiness, and suffering for someone you love can be happiness, have you not considered how painful it is for your loved ones to see you tormented like this? Sometimes happiness must be built on the suffering of loved ones, what kind of happiness would that be?
Just like how I saw Wan’er in pain and didn’t let her go to the Fire Spirit Clan."
Gongcheng Diewu muttered to herself.
She had completely given up.
All these years, she was too tired, she bore too much.
Now, she was powerless and unable to bear it.
Yaochi Sacred Land had long been erased from history, now renamed Snow Cold Sword Sect, soon to be obliterated.
"Mother... Wan’er was wrong."
Gongcheng Qingwan admitted fault at this moment.
"You were never wrong, it’s the world, this heartless so-called ’plane’ world."
Gongcheng Diewu smiled.
As she spoke, her gaze was just very calmly fixed on Zhou Zheng, watching as that fierce and overwhelmingly murderous gaze slashed towards Zhou Zheng.
Gongcheng Qingwan only noticed this scene now, because it was so fast, fast to the point where her beautiful eyes shifted from guilt to horror in an instant, that murder intent had already reached Zhou Zheng.
Yet Zhou Zheng did not die.
He still stood firmly.
"Eh——"
The void rippled gently, like faint water waves shimmering and fluctuating.
Everyone was shocked, watching this bizarre scene.
After the void ripple, a shadow in a faint black robe slowly condensed in the void.
As if the void began to reveal a contour of a person formed by endless Tao patterns, then gradually the divine power of heaven and earth filled this outline, subsequently forming as a person.
This was a person, a youth, a youth Gongcheng Diewu would never forget in her lifetime.
Someone familiar, unfamiliar, close, and fearful, yet someone she longed for, who made her feel extremely ashamed.
This youth was Zhou Yan!
He was the Lei Yan King, a legend, and a saga.
This person, now ordinary and quietly standing here.
Yang Liuying’s extremely fierce and murderous attack, he lightly waved his hand, and already countered it.