Chaos-colored flames flowed around him.
It was as if he encompassed the origin of all things in the heavens.
They were not searing or scorching, yet bore an overwhelming pressure that brooked no contact, forcing the surrounding Great Dao Rules to bow in submission.
His appearance could not be described as handsome. It was a perfection that transcended heaven and earth.
The instant he raised his eyes to look at Ying, his gaze was like stars that had slumbered for countless ages, as if seeing through every one of Ying's thoughts.
Ying's mouth slowly fell open. She couldn't breathe, as if she were gazing upon a true God.
"Ying."
Chen Yan spoke softly:
"I summoned your Divine Soul because you are the strongest in the Human World, and possess a vast trove of Martial Dao truths.
It would be a pity for them to vanish if you died."
Chen Yan spoke calmly as he rose, hands clasped behind his back, and walked along the tree branch.
His steps were light. With each one, faint ripples of chaos spread beneath his feet.
These ripples were no mere play of light and shadow. They were woven from countless intricate Martial Dao truths, like a miniature of ten thousand years of Martial Dao unfurling beneath his feet.
Ying stared in shock, unable to tell where she was.
Suddenly, Ying turned and gazed into the distance.
There, Chen Fazhen was vomiting blood without end, while Chen Yuan continued devouring Xuan Yi.
"They can't see us."
Chen Yan spoke indifferently and turned around. Chaos-colored flames flowed soundlessly around him.
Ying's body trembled. She looked once more at Chen Yan's face, unable to breathe.
"Chen Yan?"
Boundless shock welled up in Ying's mind, beyond words.
"Weren't you in the outside world?"
"Li Zhiyi is my clone."