"Venerable Sir, I, Mu Yanwan, will spend this life..."
Mu Yanwan's face was filled with emotion as she began to kneel.
But Chen Yan had already vanished from where he stood. Only his faint voice drifted back.
"There's no need to kneel to me. This is what you deserve."
Mu Yanwan froze and looked at her grandmother, who was still dumbstruck. Their eyes met, and all they could see was the shock in each other's eyes.
Inside the room, Chen Yan looked at the Realm Fruits spread across the bed and smiled.
"Unfortunately, there are no Eighth Order Realm Fruits," Chen Yan murmured.
Still, it was enough.
Five hundred Realm Fruits would be enough for Chen Yan to absorb.
Soon, Chen Yan turned the Realm Fruits into pills and swallowed them.
In the next instant,
his consciousness appeared above that body once more.
"Is anyone still alive?!"
One million three hundred thousand!
His gaze swept across the faces of the one million three hundred thousand soldiers.
They seemed frozen forever in eternal terror, their eye sockets torn open, their souls sinking eternally into fear.
"Is anyone still alive?!"
He grabbed a soldier by the collar and shouted, but the man collapsed limply.
"Is anyone still alive?"
Confused and terrified, he shoved at one soldier after another, but they toppled like rows of limp stalks of rice.
Deathly silence. An endless deathly silence swept over him.
"One hundred..." He knelt on the ground, mouth agape as he stared at the sky, now returned to its ordinary state.
"Thirty thousand!"
He screamed, his voice hoarse.
He had thought he was long accustomed to death, accustomed to treating it as a number.
But one million three hundred thousand lives had been scared to death right before his eyes.
What kind of... what kind