Chen Yan drew in his gaze.
Events had unfolded beyond his original expectations.
But everything that was meant to come would come in the end.
If Mother God didn't come to him, Chen Yan would have to seek her out himself.
He sat cross-legged and continued absorbing the Emperor Fruit within him.
At the same time.
In the depths of the vast universe.
Li Zhiyi and Lord Chen faced each other across an immense distance.
"Chen Yan..."
Lord Chen's gaze was extraordinarily complex:
"Back then, I devoted myself to creating Chen Changyuan, an artificial Ancient God. I never imagined that you would be born in Yunmeng."
A glassy, blood-red light appeared in Li Zhiyi's eyes:
"I never imagined that Lord Chen, the one who caused the Myriad Forms Island tragedy, had such a lofty ambition at heart."
"Hahahaha!"
Chen Yuan burst into laughter.
The two looked at each other. There was no hostility between them now; instead, they seemed more like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years.
"You launched a surprise attack on Ji Prefecture and deliberately sought death because you were worried I, Chen Yuan, had tampered with the Chen Clan bloodline?"
Li Zhiyi didn't answer, but Lord Chen replied with a faint smile:
"Indeed. I used that sort of trick many times. Chen Fazhen died without ever knowing how much I had prepared to kill him."
He looked at Li Zhiyi:
"But you didn't expect that after I killed you, I would use Dao Severance to revive your Divine Soul and reshape a body for you without the Chen Clan bloodline."
Li Zhiyi gazed silently at Chen Yuan, then bowed in salute.
"Anyone in the world may despise Lord Chen. I, Chen Yan, have also suffered repeatedly because of him."
"Then why are you saluting