218: Chapter 214 Habitat of the Remnants!

Qinghua Mountain, which had stood for eons and was once filled with Spiritual Qi, was now reduced to a bottomless, giant crater.

It looked like an ugly, hideous scar branded onto the earth. The charred soil at the edges was still emitting wisps of smoke, silently recounting the tragedy and destruction of the battle that had just taken place.

In the air, the thick smell of blood mixed with the burnt odor left behind by the energy storm, forming a unique, nauseating stench that lingered for a long time.

Chen Zhiwen hovered quietly above this land of destruction. He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the unprecedented, surging power within his body.

Three Perfections, Peak Grandmaster.

This was an unprecedented Realm. Spiritual Qi, Blood Qi, and the power of the Divine Soul—three distinct yet homologous forces—formed a perfect cycle within him, endless and flowing with ease.

He could feel that every thought of his could easily invoke the power of the Law between heaven and earth, as if this world had become an extension of his own body.

This was a powerful feeling of controlling everything.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes. Those pupils had returned to their usual depth, but at the end of that depth, there was an added touch of indifference, one that had settled after experiencing life-and-death battles and seeing through the vicissitudes of the world.

He looked down at his body, covered in blood and dust, and a thought flickered in his mind.

"Hum—"

The vast, ocean-like golden Spiritual Qi within him surged out like a gentle stream, turning into a thin layer of golden light that gently washed over the surface of his body.

Wherever it passed, whether it was the filthy blood of the Remnant Clan, his own golden blood, or the dust stained during the battle, everything was purified, washed away, and turned into nothingness.

In just a few breaths, his body had returned to its clean, original state. His bronze-colored skin flowed with a faint precious light under the glimmering light penetrating the shattered sky, full of a sense of power.

Immediately, he took out a brand-new moon-white robe from his storage ring and put it on unhurriedly.

After doing all this, Chen Zhiwen did not turn and leave.

His gaze crossed the massive crater beneath his feet and cast toward the Void Realm where the main peak of Qinghua Mountain should have been, his eyes calm and deep.

He paused in place for a moment, as if contemplating, or perhaps waiting for something.

A breeze blew past, fluttering his white robes and making them rustle. On this dead battlefield, he was the only vibrant color.

The dao-slaying sword in his hand seemed to sense its master's intent and let out a low sword hum. A naive yet grave consciousness sounded in his heart.

"You... are you going there?"

The sword spirit of the dao-slaying sword had clearly guessed what Chen Zhiwen wanted to do.

Chen Zhiwen did not answer immediately; he just gently stroked the cold blade of the dao-slaying sword with his fingers. It had once been stained with the blood of countless powerful members of the Remnant Clan, but now it was clean as new, with only a biting Aura of slaughter lingering around it.

His action itself was a form of tacit agreement.

"Those guys who came out have already been killed by you."

The sword spirit's consciousness came again, with a hint of subtle complexity in its tone, as if it were trying to dissuade him, or perhaps just stating a fact.

"When cutting grass, one must remove the roots."

Chen Zhiwen finally spoke, his voice flat, yet containing an indisputable determination.

He raised his eyes to look at that twisted Void Realm and said slowly: "If I harbor any luck today, they might become a major threat to the Desolate Province in the future. I don't have that much time to guard this place every moment, preventing a Seal that might be torn open again at any time."

"Besides..."

A flash of cold, icy light that no one noticed flickered in Chen Zhiwen's eyes.

"I always feel that this matter is not that simple."

He had a strong intuition.

The breaking of the Remnant Clan's Seal, the strange betrayal of the Zetian Sect Disciple Lu Wei, and everything behind this, all carried the scent of careful planning. This did not look like a simple loosening of the Seal; it looked more like a premeditated collusion from within and without.

And that true source was likely hidden... on the other side of the Seal.

The sword spirit of the dao-slaying sword fell silent.

It knew that once Chen Zhiwen made a decision, no one could change it. It was born from dominance and understood its master's dominance best.

It stopped speaking and just tightly connected its own power with its master's Aura. On the blade, black brilliance slowly flowed, its sharpness restrained, yet it was more dangerous than at any other time.

Chen Zhiwen did not hesitate anymore.

Holding the dao-slaying sword, he took a step, and his figure appeared several miles away, his movements elegant and graceful, without the slightest trace of mortal dust.

He followed the increasingly thick, decaying, and tyrannical Aura lingering in the air, walking towards what used to be the core area of Qinghua Mountain.

Soon, he arrived at his destination.

In front of him was a massive black hole in the Void Realm that was dozens of meters high.

It hung quietly in mid-air, like the mouth of a giant beast waiting to devour people.

At the edge of the black hole, the Law of space presented a strangely twisted posture, as if even light would be sucked into it and unable to escape.

Waves of Aura, identical to those of the powerful Remnant Clan members from before, but more complex, older, and muddier, were constantly permeating out from this black hole, eroding every inch of the surrounding space.

This was the spatial node connecting the Desolate Province and the Remnant Clan's prison.

It was the core of the Seal laid down by that ancient powerful being!

Chen Zhiwen did not pause at all.

Holding the dao-slaying sword, with a calm expression, he stepped into the bottomless black hole.

Hum—

A strong feeling of the world spinning came over him.

The scene before his eyes blurred, as if he had passed through a time-space tunnel constructed of countless bizarre colors. Violent spatial turbulence whistled past him, but it could not shake him in the slightest.

When the solid feeling under his feet returned, Chen Zhiwen realized he had appeared in a completely unfamiliar environment.

This was clearly not the Desolate Province.

Looking up, the sky presented a depressing dark red color, as if a giant, solidified blood-colored amber was shrouding the entire world.

There was no sun, no moon, and no stars.

The only light source came from the giant spatial rifts on the firmament that were like scars, constantly cracking and healing.

What shone through the rifts was the light of chaotic and violent Void Realm turbulence, making this land look bizarre, gloomy, and eerie.

The air was filled with manic, tyrannical, decaying, and cold Auras.

The Spiritual Qi here was muddy and unbearable, full of negative energy. If ordinary Cultivators absorbed it for too long, they would, at best, have their Heart-Nature change drastically, becoming bloodthirsty and murderous, and at worst, suffer from Qi Deviation, lose their sanity, and completely degenerate into monsters that only knew how to kill.

Chen Zhiwen's figure hovered quietly ten thousand feet above this blood-colored world.

The moment he appeared.

It was like a scorching firestone falling into a cold, dead oil pan.

The whole world, after being silent for eons, completely boiled over!

Below, on the vast and boundless land, countless Remnant Clan members who had been dormant for tens of thousands of years felt the Aura of this uninvited guest at the same time.

It was a terrifying Aura that was incompatible with this world, full of vitality and purity, yet powerful enough to make their Souls tremble!

"It's... the people from outside!"

"He came in! He actually dared to break into our world!"

"Kill him! Tear him apart! Use his flesh and blood to sacrifice to the resentment of us being imprisoned for eons!"

"It's the Aura of the Human Race! Fresh flesh and blood! I want to devour him!"

Countless scarlet eyes, full of hatred and madness, raised simultaneously from every corner of the earth—from deep caves, from dried-up blood rivers, from withered mountains—and stared fixedly at the figure like a god above the sky.

"Roar!"

"Kill!"

The next moment.

In the few areas closest to Chen Zhiwen, suddenly, dozens of powerful Auras that made one's heart palpitate erupted like a volcanic eruption!

The owners of these Auras had different forms; some had wings on their ribs, like evil bats; some looked like demons, covered in hideous bone spurs;

Others wore thick bone armor and held huge bone blades, looking majestic.

Every person's Aura was exceptionally powerful, as if they all possessed endless strength and courage, charging towards the sky without fearing death, turning into streaks of dazzling light, like a group of roaring beasts, baring fangs and brandishing claws, wanting to tear Chen Zhiwen apart!

Although the strength of these Remnant Clan members was far inferior to the elites who had gone out before, even the weakest among them possessed the cultivation of the Grandmaster Realm.

And the few leaders among them had even reached the level of Great Grandmaster, their strength could be called terrifying!

However, facing this group of enemies who were rushing up recklessly like moths to a flame, Chen Zhiwen's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

His gaze sank slightly, without even making any extra movements, he just waved his hand casually, as if this were the most ordinary thing.

Just the moment he swung his sword, a brilliant sword light suddenly lit up, like lightning cutting through the night sky, carrying unparalleled power, slashing straight towards that group of aggressive Remnant Clan members!

"Swish—"

A seemingly ordinary black Sword Qi swept out.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no brilliant light.

But wherever the Sword Qi passed, space was easily cut open like thin paper.

The ferocity and madness on the faces of those dozens of powerful Remnant Clan members froze instantly.

Immediately after, their bodies, along with their Divine Abilities and weapons, annihilated into the most basic particles silently the moment they touched that black Sword Qi.

Not even a trace of blood mist remained.

One sword strike, instantly killing dozens of experts!

This terrifying and bizarre scene made the countless Remnant Clan members below who were preparing to charge up suddenly freeze in their tracks.

An ice-cold chill rushed from the soles of their feet straight to their crowns!

The bloodthirsty fanaticism on their faces was instantly replaced by endless horror and wariness.

No more Remnant Clan members dared to make a move casually.

The whole world fell into a deathly silence again.

Only this time, the silence was different from before, filled with a sense of fear.

Chen Zhiwen turned a blind eye to this.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if the whole world were under his control.

His Divine Sense was like a boundless giant net, spreading rapidly in all directions with him at the center.

This net was so huge that it could cover the entire world; whether it was the towering mountains, the bottomless canyons, or the blood-flowing rivers and devastated ruins, none could escape its coverage.

Under his Divine Sense coverage, every corner and every inch of land in this world became clearly visible. He could feel the majesty of the mountains, the depth of the deep valleys, the stench of the blood rivers, and the desolation of the ruins.

The Auras of countless Remnant Clan members were like twinkling stars in the night sky in his perception, although weak, they were exceptionally obvious.

These Auras were strong and weak; some gathered together, while others were scattered, but they all carried the same tyranny and hatred, as if they were driven by some kind of power.

He searched hard in this endless ocean of Divine Sense, trying to find the source that might exist. What was this source?

Why did it cause so many Remnant Clan members to produce tyranny and hatred? These questions lingered in his mind, leaving him restless.

Just as he was concentrating on searching, suddenly, he seemed to sense something important.

His body trembled violently, his eyes suddenly opened, and in those originally deep eyes, two shocking rays of light burst out at this moment!

These two rays of light were like lightning, piercing through the darkness and illuminating the space around him.

He muttered to himself, his voice ice-cold, as if coming from the Nine Hells: "It really is... it!"

Before the words fell.

"Swish!"

Chen Zhiwen's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

When he appeared again.

He was already in an extremely hidden, huge cave.

This cave was located in the central area of the entire blood-colored world and was guarded by countless powerful Restrictions and Formations.

If Chen Zhiwen's Divine Sense hadn't reached an unbelievable level, capable of insight into the Origin of the Law, it would be impossible to discover the abnormality here.

The passages in the cave were everywhere, like a huge labyrinth, and every fork in the road exuded a heart-palpitating Aura of danger.

But Chen Zhiwen's goal was extremely clear.

He ignored those forks and walked straight towards the deepest part of the cave, following one of the deepest and darkest passages.

The further in he went, the thicker the tyrannical and decaying Aura in the air became, even condensing into dark red mist, flowing slowly in the passage.

Finally, he walked to the end of the passage.

Before his eyes, it suddenly opened up.

A huge underground karst cave appeared before him.

And right in the center of the karst cave.

A giant "egg cocoon" that was over a hundred meters high, purple-black in color, with dark red veins wriggling like blood vessels on its surface, stood quietly there!

"Thump... thump... thump..."

A heavy and powerful heartbeat was slowly coming from the giant cocoon.

Every beat seemed to merge with the pulse of the whole world, making the entire huge karst cave tremble gently.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, full of evil, ancient, noble, yet with a hint of chaotic Aura like new birth, was permeating out from this giant cocoon.

Chen Zhiwen looked at the giant cocoon in front of him, his eyes unprecedentedly grave.

This was the thing he was looking for!

This was the... source of it all!