Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System
Chapter 653 - 423: Evil Nature_2

Chapter 653: Chapter 423: Evil Nature_2

But the Lord of Silence merely grunted, and the Evil Qi dissipated.

The Saint Emperors watching the excitement from a great distance kept far away, fearing they might provoke the wrath of these supreme beings. Otherwise, no amount of lives would be enough for them to lose.

However, before the conflict could escalate, the next moment...

"Sing!"

Suddenly, a light hum resounded, causing everyone’s expression to suddenly turn solemn, and their spirits trembled violently.

Accompanying this hum was a density of Evil Qi so thick that it seemed almost impossible to dissolve.

"Holy Emperor of All Heavens, retreat swiftly!" commanded the Origin Supreme with a frown.

His voice was incredibly rapid and loud, causing the majority of the Holy Emperors to flee at the fastest speed possible.

In the instant the words of the Origin Supreme fell, the entire range of Desolate Ancestor Peaks was enveloped and obscured by the Evil Qi and killing intent.

For those Saint Emperors who had not managed to retreat in time, at that moment, they felt the threat of death as their spirits quaked intensely.

Enveloped by the Evil Qi, they were like little boats adrift in a storm, seemingly at the brink of being overturned and completely engulfed at any moment.

Even the Supremes shuddered in the face of this relentlessly surging Evil Qi.

When it comes to familiarity with Evil Qi, none were more accustomed than Qu Chen.

Of the eighteen Epochs, it was the Blood Fiend Epoch that was the most saturated with Evil Qi, the Epoch where Evil Qi was most intense.

The Supremes born during the Blood Fiend Epoch also adhered to the characteristics of that Epoch.

Whether it was killing intent or Evil Qi, the Supremes from the Blood Fiend Epoch had a special affinity and sensitivity to these forces.

It was the Evil Qi and killing intent that made them even more brave and adept at fighting.

But even so, at the moment that wave of Evil Qi struck, Qu Chen felt a sudden shock in his heart.

This Evil Qi was too pure, too cold.

Even as a surviving Supreme from the Blood Fiend Epoch, being engulfed in this Evil Qi gave him the illusion of imminent extinction.

It was simply unbelievable!

But engulfed in the Evil Qi, he had to believe it.

Simultaneously...

"Boom!"

From the heart of the Desolate Ancestor’s Heritage Peak, a light orb resembling a black sun appeared at the very top of Heritage Peak.

The invading Evil Qi intensified violently at this moment.

"Spurt!!!"

"Spurt!!!"

At this point, many Saint Emperors were spitting blood.

They were desperately trying to resist the invasion of the Evil Qi, but it seemed almost futile.

They were Saint Emperors, supposedly the front runners just beneath the Supremes, yet they were in such disarray!

As for those who benefited from the warning of the Origin Supreme and fled at the fastest speed, some felt a lingering fear.

They made their quickest exit from Desolate Ancestor’s Heritage Peak.

The speed of the Evil Qi was even faster than theirs, nearly catching up to them.

But at the last moment, a light screen fell down, confining the Evil Qi within Desolate Ancestor’s Heritage Peak.

At this moment, from a distance, one could see the Desolate Ancestor’s phantom image appearing above Heritage Peak.

Below that phantom image, astonishingly, there was an Ink Blade!

The first feeling this blade gave was malevolence. From the first glance, it seemed to influence and sway one’s emotions, even planting demons in the heart of one’s Great Path.

It seemed to amplify all negative emotions infinitely, driving one to madness.

Everyone knew that this blade was what the Desolate Ancestor had spoken of before.

In the mouth of the Desolate Ancestor, this blade possessed the strongest Evil Qi and killing intent in the world, and if one could not tame the blade, they would be dominated by it.

And if someone could subdue this blade, they would have the opportunity to find hope to ascend above the Great Path.

The Supremes present might have had their doubts about this claim, but the moment the blade appeared, all skepticism was shattered.

At this moment, they felt just how apt and fitting the words of the Desolate Ancestor were for this blade.

Its appearance was humble, nothing extraordinary, but the power it concealed was incredible.

"Kill—Kill!!!"

Suddenly, a furious shout erupted from Desolate Ancestor’s Heritage Peak.

A Saint Emperor’s eyes were bloodshot at this moment, his body radiating with violent wrath; he actually lost his sanity right then.

He pulled out his magical artifact and directly aimed at the Supreme Being.

Under normal circumstances, a Saint Emperor, even if he had a hundred times the courage, wouldn’t dare to make such a crazy move.

But under the guidance of the Evil Qi from the Ink Blade, the mind of this Saint Emperor quickly fell defenseless.

Now he knew nothing of Saint Emperors or Supreme Beings, his mind filled only with thoughts of kill, kill, kill!

His mind was, it could be said, completely controlled by the Ink Blade.

"Bang!"

Before the Saint Emperor’s artifact could strike, he turned into a cloud of blood mist.

It was Wang Jia who had taken action.

It was just a glance, and a Saint Emperor was dead in an instant.

This sight made the remaining Saint Emperors’ scalp tingle.

Under the influence of the Evil Qi, their Dao hearts also suffered a tremendous shock.

They no longer dared to look at the Ink Blade, fearing that its invasion would cause them to lose their sanity.

All their power was used to resist the Evil Qi and murderous intent, making every step arduous.

Of course, this was no solution; they predicted that in less than ten breaths’ time, even if they didn’t lay their eyes on the Ink Blade, it would still make its move against them.

That blade was too evil!

Even the Saint Emperor who had perished into the blood mist just a moment earlier, at the instant of his death, the blood mist was swept up by the Ink Blade with the quickest speed and absorbed by it.

The Ink Blade took on a tinge of blood color, appearing even more sinister.

"This blade came into my possession, tracing back to the early period of the Origin Epoch," the voice of the Desolate Ancestor rose again, "When I first obtained this blade, it was broken and far from evil or powerful.

Later, as I rose to power, all my enemies almost became nourishment for this blade, and slowly, I realized I was increasingly unable to control it.

I began to fear, so I sealed the blade away, and even when the final Epoch Catastrophe descended, I never made use of it.

If possible, I would wish to seal this blade completely, to keep it from ever emerging in the world again.

Because I feel that once this blade appears in the world, it would undoubtedly wreak havoc.

But there was no way, after eighteen Epochs had passed, this blade was breaking free from its seal, and my power was no longer enough to keep it sealed. Therefore, I wanted to find someone suitable to suppress it.

Those without confidence in subduing the Ink Blade, please leave.

If you are willing to try, remember not to become a slave to the Ink Blade! Before the Ink Blade, there is no luck!"

In the midst of these words, the Saint Emperors and Supreme Beings who were trapped by the Evil Qi felt their bodies suddenly relax, as if the Evil Qi was instantaneously isolated from them.

The next moment, the Saint Emperors didn’t dare to linger and quickly fled from the Desolate Ancestor’s Heritage Peak...

Before the appearance of the blade, they still held a glimmer of hope.

After all, inheritance is not something exclusive to Supreme Beings.

They, the Saint Emperors, also had the chance to receive the inheritance.

But after the appearance of the Ink Blade, especially after feeling the boundless Evil Qi and witnessing a Saint Emperor losing control under its influence, they became afraid.

It seemed that the Ink Blade was not something within their scope of coveting.

They had almost lost their lives a moment ago; now, escaping was the priority.

However, the majority of the Saint Emperors left, but a very few remained.

Xia Feng was one such example!

Xia Feng and the Sword Immortal were known as the twin paragons of blade and sword during the Myriad Realms Epoch, wielding a famous blade of great renown.

At this moment, the blade in Xia Feng’s hand was trembling!

This blade was named Flowing Moon.

It was not an Innate object but one forged by Xia Feng himself.

Flowing Moon embodied his understanding of the Dao of Time.

It also included his insights into the Dao of the Sword.

This blade had accompanied him since he set foot on the path of cultivation.

Having experienced infinite seasons, Flowing Moon had come to mean more to him than just a weapon.

He stayed not for the Ink Blade itself or, to put it precisely, not to control the Ink Blade.

Rather, he wanted to use the Ink Blade to sharpen his own blade technique and hoped the Ink Blade would stimulate the potential of Flowing Moon, elevating its quality even further!