Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 1377 - 118: Tears of Luo Shui

"Do you know the core of this Eight Array Map? The core is Yin Yang. You entered through the Yang position, so I must enter through the Yin attribute position. Back then, I knew that only with the help of a Yang attribute position, combined with Yin Yang, could the core inheritance of the Eight Array Map be unlocked.

And the rotation of Yin and Yang forms the arc-shaped Golden Circle.

And this is merely a door, a door leading to the Sky Breaking Altar of the Eight Array.

Now, after we comprehended the Heaven Breaking Sword Formation, this door has been opened. And that altar is a Land of Blood Sacrifice. Once you are suppressed on the altar, you can’t escape."

"Even if you have the power of the King Realm, you can’t escape."

"Back then, in a similar Secret Realm, a King was suppressed in the same way, suppressed on a throne, unable to escape, only to live out the next life humbly with the blood from their own body, eventually blending in with the crowd and dying in the Bitter Sea."

"That was a great existence, a king who shared the same name as my Father King."

As Qian Luoshui narrated these events, Zhou Yan felt his heart sink.

He thought of Emperor Lei Yan.

The Thunder Sovereign, the Heavenly Punishment Monarch.

Was the Thunder Sovereign really suppressed on a throne within a Secret Realm, eternally unable to transcend?

Zhou Yan’s mind flickered for a moment and then did not dwell on it.

Because at that moment, Qian Luoshui had already unleashed a unique energy. This energy enveloped Zhou Yan, bringing him instantly into the bubble where Qian Luoshui was.

The bubble was so small that Zhou Yan was almost pressed directly against Qian Luoshui.

Zhou Yan felt Qian Luoshui’s body tremble slightly. Though it was a very subtle change, Zhou Yan felt a little better in his heart.

But suddenly, a chill invaded Zhou Yan’s body, rendering him immobile, and the fragrant scent of intimacy instantly vanished.

Heaven and Earth changed, and then a blood-colored skyland appeared before Zhou Yan’s eyes.

This land was blood-red, like the interior after flames erupted, all around was bright red.

The ground had massive trenches, filled with strikingly dangerous transparent red energy.

In this perilous Land of Blood, there stood an ancient pagoda in the distance.

At the top of the pagoda was a giant platform.

It was flat.

On the platform was a huge Eight Diagrams Mirror, reflecting a Three-legged Tripod.

The Three-legged Tripod was a deep crimson, exuding waves of transparent energy that made one shiver.

Just as Zhou Yan’s body and mind sank, Qian Luoshui already grabbed Zhou Yan and appeared directly in front of the Three-legged Tripod.

Then, Zhou Yan felt a sharp pain throughout his body, his prideful possession abruptly severed, and his body immediately bound by terrifying Emperor Patterns. These Emperor Patterns were the ones Qian Luoshui herself comprehended before her relationship with Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan couldn’t sense the slightest connection.

Afterward, Qian Luoshui suddenly reached for Zhou Yan’s forehead.

At that moment, Zhou Yan instinctively extended an Eternal Spirit.

This Eternal Spirit was Zhou Yan’s own Eternal Spirit, a tiny infant-like existence.

This was the baby derived from the Immortal Soul Embryo, also an Eternal Spirit.

This Eternal Spirit was grasped by Qian Luoshui, and suddenly, it struggled as if it couldn’t breathe.

Qian Luoshui’s hand trembled but resolutely surged with an ominous Power of Destruction.

Suddenly, the lively eyes of the infant dimmed instantly, with no longer a spiritual light, as if it aged directly into a withered old man.

Then, the infant was slapped into Zhou Yan’s forehead by Qian Luoshui.

All of Zhou Yan’s realms disappeared, as if forgotten, directly lost.

Afterward, Qian Luoshui’s hand reached for Zhou Yan’s head.

At that moment, it felt as if a sword cut through all his nerves in his mind, this truncating even affected the infant’s brain, also similarly severed.

Zhou Yan felt as if his six senses were immediately sealed off, with no spiritual light remaining.

Simultaneously, it was as if the roots from his brain were being ripped out, disappearing without a trace.

Zhou Yan’s ability to think became extremely slow, even becoming confused about many things, his eyes no longer lively.

Everything Qian Luoshui said came true.

Zhou Yan’s eyes were vacant, like a real fool, dazed. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Lifeless.

He had no emotions anymore, nor would any emotions be born, because he himself no longer knew anything.

He just stood there, not even knowing to move, not knowing... anything.

Qian Luoshui stared blankly at Zhou Yan in such a state, her facial expression becoming exceptionally complex.

Then, she looked at that crimson Three-legged Tripod, picked up Zhou Yan, and directly threw him into the Three-legged Tripod.

At that moment, tears truly fell from Qian Luoshui’s eyes.

Also at that moment, the eternally dazed Zhou Yan seemed to remember this scene.

The world turned dark, the blood-colored skyland enveloped everything.

Time no longer reincarnated, life finally eternal—eternal burning and suppression.

...

"Father King, your daughter is unfilial."

"Mother, your daughter is unfilial."

"Husband... Luo Shui also had no choice."

"Luo Shui doesn’t want to follow the path of Father King, who was suppressed because of emotions despite being an immensely powerful Heavenly Punishment Monarch. Luo Shui hopes to have no weaknesses and nothing that can be manipulated."

"In fact, when Father King’s will appeared, Luo Shui consented, because her father’s foresight would never be wrong."

"But what Luo Shui desires is to destroy that Source of Evil with true strength, so the Eternal life forms won’t be annihilated in endless calamities."

"The Ten Thousand Immortals and Ten Thousand Buddhas have already served as a warning to us, the Heavenly Punishment Monarch is the origin of this disaster. Even the merciless Heavenly Punishment Monarch was suppressed. If I had emotions, how could I face that Source of Evil?"

"Husband, if there’s a future, Luo Shui will come to save you."

"If there isn’t a future, and Luo Shui is no longer Luo Shui, then at the last moment, Luo Shui will share her abilities through the Eternal Spirit, allowing you to revive and continue Luo Shui’s future will."

...

Luo Shui’s tears fell, but soon, they dried up.

Her gaze turned cold once more.

Her heart became even more emotionless.

Perhaps, precisely because her body was no longer pure, or perhaps because emotion had found its final refuge, her heart became more calm and focused.

And at this moment, Luo Shui silently departed, truly leaving this Sky Breaking Altar in the Broken Heaven Secret Realm.

The altar remains an altar.

The blood color remains blood color.

Some things, when the truth is unknown, only eternal pain and torment exist.

But the truth might not be painful or unbearable; it’s often another extreme.

Love?

Hate?

The dazed Zhou Yan had an active Eternal Spirit emerge from between his eyebrows, though this dazed Eternal Spirit had withered and was near death.

But, it was Mong Tai’s Eternal Spirit.

After being parasitized by Zhou Yan, using the technique of form transformation, a substitute was created.

Thus, Zhou Yan escaped a disaster.

Of course, it wasn’t truly a disaster since no matter how fierce the killing intent, Qian Luo Shui had never truly intended to kill Zhou Yan.

Especially, the final teary, murmured monologue, a fragile soliloquy, it was enough to shock Zhou Yan’s heart intensely.

Hate?

How could there be hate?

Despite having the symbol of manhood severed by her, what problem is there with the existence of the Eternal Spirit?

Though subjected to a nearly destructive process, which almost wiped out all abilities, what problem is there?

No destruction, no construction; rebuild after breaking, isn’t this something Zhou Yan is aware of?

What’s more, the one suppressed was... Mong Tai’s Eternal Spirit. Zhou Yan, although he suffered great pain due to the substitute transformation, his Eternal Spirit remains intact.

With a complete Eternal Spirit, Zhou Yan only needs to use Nirvana techniques to restore his lost comprehension of the Realm and more.

These are not issues.

Zhou Yan transformed himself into Mong Tai, casting Mong Tai’s Eternal Spirit into the Three-legged Tripod, because with the imprint of servitude, this Eternal Spirit bore a resemblance to Zhou Yan—even the bloodlines were the same.

Zhou Yan became Mong Tai’s Sovereign, transforming Mong Tai into someone identical to himself, indistinguishable to anyone’s sensing.

Moreover, for realism, Zhou Yan eradicated Mong Tai’s will and used his Soul Cutting Skill to create an avatar of himself, refining Mong Tai’s body with his Soul Power to form a soul body identical to Zhou Yan’s form.

This was akin to creating an avatar of Zhou Yan.

After completing all this, Zhou Yan continuously employed Nirvana Power over a hundred times to gradually heal his wounds and restore his body.

With the aid of Qian Luo Shui’s Bloodline Power, Zhou Yan repeatedly comprehended Qian Luo Shui’s Emperor Pattern, beginning the long journey of decoding.

This process was arduous.

Yet with the complete mastery of Tai Chu Rune, regaining his immense intelligence, Zhang soul opened fully, slowly analyzing, deriving from fundamental Tai Chu Rune, Bloodline Emperor Seal, leading to pure Emperor Pattern, combining with Qian Luo Shui’s Bloodline Power, understanding gradually.

In this state, the comprehension started to become not so difficult.

Time passed unnoticed.

After some time, Zhou Yan didn’t know how much had passed before he completely unraveled Qian Luo Shui’s Rune Sealing.

Simultaneously, with this power, Zhou Yan replicated a seal, applying it to his Mong Tai avatar.

The avatar started carrying everything Zhou Yan had, suppressed within the Three-legged Tripod.

Next, Zhou Yan detached himself from this Three-legged Tripod.

Outside the Three-legged Tripod, Zhou Yan saw the traces of tears on the ground, his heart heavy, he silently walked to that spot, collecting the shimmering, still undried tears, refining them into a cerulean Cold Ice Bead.

In the refinement of Zhou Yan’s Purple Flame, the Cold Ice Bead transformed into a drop-shaped form, akin to an eye.

Transparent cerulean, gleaming brightly, as if imprinted with the moment Zhou Yan and Qian Luo Shui shared in the clouds and rain—perhaps a memory of when Qian Luo Shui shed tears, a memory abandoned.