427: Chapter 427 The Seven Supreme Mysteries!!

He focused his consciousness inward, gazing deep into the Blood Demon Nest.

There, in the area where Little Black was, demonic energy churned violently like boiling seawater.

Moreover, this demonic energy was continuously spreading outward, visibly encroaching upon the territory originally belonging to blood energy.

Chains formed of Darkness Profundity continuously showered down pure demonic energy.

Little Black absorbed it all like a bottomless pit.

The concentration of demonic energy in the surroundings grew increasingly dense, its aura flickering and becoming unpredictable, eerie and inscrutable.

After observing for quite a while, Qin Yan could only shake his head helplessly in the end, silently exclaiming in his heart: *What a monster.*

He no longer really wanted to spar with Little Black.

With the empowerment of so much Darkness Profundity, coupled with that seemingly inexhaustible, never-ending supply of demonic energy...

Little Black's combat power was definitely above his, and likely surpassed him by a significant margin!

This was actually good news.

Little Black could now be considered one of his hidden trump cards.

If released at a critical moment, it would absolutely give the enemy a massive surprise.

However, looking at the thick black aura within the Blood Demon Nest, a sudden doubt arose in Qin Yan's heart.

Could it be that demonic energy is actually dark energy?

He carefully observed the churning demonic energy, then looked at the chains of Darkness Profundity entwined around the black hole.

There seemed to be some connection between the two.

"Little Black, separate a wisp of Darkness Profundity and let me experience it personally."

Qin Yan said.

Little Black lazily shook a black branch.

Then, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible wisp of Darkness Profundity separated from it and slowly drifted into Qin Yan's body.

It was—one ten-thousandth of the Darkness Profundity.

Qin Yan closed his eyes, immersing himself in comprehending this wisp of Darkness Profundity.

Instantly, a domineering, overbearing will—as if intent on devouring everything, ruling over all—violently surged into his perception!

Compared to the Blood Dao Profundity and Spear Dao Profundity he had comprehended before, the Darkness Profundity gave him a completely different feeling.

It was purer, more domineering, more absolute.

Immediately after, a vast amount of information exploded in Qin Yan's mind without any warning:

The Darkness Profundity is one of the most powerful Profundities between heaven and earth.

Darkness represents finality—the return of all things to nothingness, the endpoint of all existence;

It represents devouring—a bottomless abyss, swallowing all matter, both tangible and intangible;

It represents slumber—eternal silence, the sinking of consciousness.

In that very instant, Qin Yan's consciousness was pulled into a mysterious, unfathomable, and strange space.

Before his eyes, a magnificent scene abruptly materialized—

It was a picture of the world's beginning, the division of primordial chaos.

At the very center of the universe, seven Supreme Profundities, indescribable in words, floated quietly.

They took various forms: some like a brilliant sun, some like a boundless abyss, some like a silver crack, some like a crystalline wall that solidified time...

But each one radiated a supreme aura that suppressed the heavens and transcended all things.

Beneath these seven Supreme Profundities,

countless other Profundities were arranged in orderly, layered tiers from high to low according to the strength of their auras.

They surrounded and supported those seven supreme existences like stars clustering around the moon, together constituting the most fundamental Profound Truth system of this world.

Qin Yan's mind was profoundly shaken. He knew that what he was witnessing now was the deepest mystery of this universe!

He desperately widened his eyes, trying to see the true forms of those seven Supreme Profundities.

However—

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how desperately he focused his mind, his vision seemed to be firmly blocked by an invisible barrier.

Among those seven Supreme Profundities, he could only clearly see one—

Pitch-black like ink, profound as an abyss.

That was the Darkness Profundity.

The other six Supreme Profundities remained blurred, indistinct shadows of light in his eyes.

Qin Yan immersed himself in this mysterious, ineffable comprehension. It felt like a very long time had passed, yet also like only an instant.

When he finally snapped out of that shock and slowly opened his eyes, he felt his horizons and understanding had broadened somewhat.

"So that's how it is..."

He murmured to himself.

"The so-called demonic energy, its essence, is indeed darkness.

Those 'demons' feared, loathed, and viewed as scourges by the world, those existences called 'enemies of all realms'.

The root of their power is actually one of the most ancient, most powerful primordial forces between heaven and earth—

Darkness."

What concerned him even more was another piece of information revealed in that earlier message—Profundities actually had distinctions of high and low, noble and base.

"A single supreme Profound Truth can create an era?"

Qin Yan couldn't help but voice this soul-searching question.

"Since the Darkness Profundity can create the Era of the Demonic Path, does that mean other supreme Profundities can similarly create eras belonging to them?"

He then thought of the current era they were in—the Myriad Races Era.

Ten thousand races stand tall, a hundred flowers bloom in contention, powerful experts from all races coexist in the world, jointly composing the chapters of this era.

But...

Will this era last forever?

When the inheritors or devotees of a certain supreme Profound Truth accumulate enough power, will they also desire to pioneer a new era?

By that time, where would this flourishing scene of myriad races and competing blossoms head?

Fusion?

Replacement?

Or...

Once again, an ultimate war that sweeps across all realms, devouring everything?

Qin Yan took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing those overly distant, overly grand thoughts back into the depths of his heart.

Those questions were not something he, in his current state, was qualified to worry about.

What he needed to do now was only one thing—

Become stronger.

Become strong enough.

Strong enough to possess the qualification to protect himself and those around him in all those possible futures, whether distant or not so distant.

He tightened the black robe on his body and looked towards the distant coastline where the sounds of battle grew clearer, his gaze firm.

Ever since he became famous in one battle during the martial contest, decisively defeating the prodigy of the Sea Clan, the entire situation of the Zhenhai Battlefield had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The Sea Clan's army, like a receding tide, retreated a full several hundred miles back towards the rear of the sea!

This land once soaked in blood and repeatedly contested by warfire now finally belonged completely to human control.

Human banners fluttered in the wind along the coastline, proclaiming the New Student of this land.

These three years were enough time for the Zhenhai Army to transform this newly recovered area into an impregnable steel defense line.

Forts, formations, watchtowers, supply lines... everything could be arranged methodically, advancing step by step.

However, the soldiers of the Zhenhai Battlefield naturally were not satisfied with such a small victory.

What a joke? How could they allow others to sleep soundly right next to where they themselves slept?

This was merely a strategic buffer, a temporary respite, definitely not the end of the war.

What humanity must do is counterattack! Take the initiative and strike!