Chapter 364

Chapter 364: The Cry of the Great Path

The vision of world-ending destruction, the half-celestial, half-demonic presence, and those conflicting emotions of weeping and laughter had clearly left a lingering impact on Bing Yuyan.

Even after breaking free, she felt something clinging to her. After a long period of silence, she finally sat down cross-legged and began adjusting her state.

She entered a meditative trance, cutting herself off from the outside world, something like a brief seclusion.

Zhang Yang was speechless. Meditating here, in such a grim place, felt utterly wrong to him. But he had no choice but to endure it.

He carefully avoided looking at the surrounding graves, wary of being affected again. With Bing Yuyan in seclusion, they were both vulnerable, so he focused on her, ensuring she wouldn’t be drawn back into darkness.

To his surprise, Bing Yuyan remained calm throughout. No abnormalities. No signs of disturbance.

After a full day, her body began to surge with a blend of snowflakes and thunder, the two elements fusing more perfectly than ever, forming something akin to a half-celestial, half-demonic state.

And with that, Bing Yuyan’s Holy Body advanced once more.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

“Logically, receiving the Realm of Thunder’s inheritance and achieving a Holy Body the first time should place her at the level of someone just entering the Saint realm or, at best, an early-stage Ascending the Heavens Holy Body.”

“After staying in the Green Sparrow Palace for so long, taking another step forward was equivalent to reaching the mid-stage Saint’s Holy Body in the Ascending the Heavens realm.”

“If she advanced any further now, wouldn’t that mean achieving a fully developed Saint’s Holy Body within the Ascending the Heavens realm? The battle power such a Holy Body could provide might double the Beautiful Woman’s combat strength, or even more.”

He thoughtfully stroked his chin. “Could it be… she truly has the capability to challenge a low-level Saint? Previously, it would have been certain defeat, but now… it’s no longer a guaranteed loss. There’s even a chance of victory.”

“Wow, could the first person to challenge a Saint and win after Eternal Night be the Beautiful Woman?”

“…No, that doesn’t seem right. It should be me.”

“I’ve long envisioned how Great Boundless would wreak havoc among the Saints. Now someone else might beat me to it.”

Yet, despite all that, Zhang Yang didn’t feel any frustration. In fact, he felt genuinely pleased.

Not merely because it was Bing Yuyan, but because he knew the vast world was quietly changing… because of him.

All the things considered impossible after Eternal Night were gradually becoming possible.

He had planned to personally shape the world’s number one Saint, Chi Zhenyi.

So why couldn’t he also personally shape the world’s number one Great Boundless?

In the end, it would all contribute to his own powerful rise.

The three of them, he, Chi Zhenyi, and Bing Yuyan stood as if side by side. In a certain sense, they were continuously breaking through the restrictions imposed by Eternal Night, challenging the rules of the Great Path that Eternal Night had once set in stone. And when the time finally came to break Eternal Night completely, he might not be standing alone… he could lead a group of transcendents.

The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

Without hesitation, he sat down opposite Bing Yuyan, activating his Slaughter Sacred Thunder. He merged his lightning with the thunder hidden within the swirling snowflakes surrounding her, supporting Bing Yuyan and helping her grow more rapidly within the Realm of Thunder.

As a result, her time in seclusion extended.

She didn’t awaken until five days later.

The moment she opened her eyes, her stunning face lit up with a radiant smile, brightening and warming the cold, dim space around them. It was a smile so genuine, so beautiful, it seemed to melt even the surrounding gloom.

Zhang Yang asked, “How much did you improve?”

Bing Yuyan pursed her lips playfully and replied, “I’m not telling.”

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes.

Then Bing Yuyan said, “But… I feel an even deeper connection now, with that half-celestial, half-demonic being, the one capable of destroying worlds.”

Zhang Yang felt a strange unease rise in his chest. Why is she bringing this up again?

She continued, “I understand now. Inside that grave lies not a destroyed world, but a lingering resentment.”

A resentment buried deep.

Zhang Yang instinctively turned his gaze toward the grave.

Slap!

A sharp pain hit him on the backside. He turned to glare.

Bing Yuyan smirked. “This is for your own good.”

“Femme fatale,” Zhang Yang scoffed. “If you want to take advantage of me, just admit it.”

Bing Yuyan rolled her eyes. “Do you really think this goddess would take advantage of a man? Ridiculous! I’m as pure as ice and as clean as jade. Just slapping you has already dirtied my hand. I’ll have to wash it.”

Zhang Yang fumed and prepared to retaliate.

Just as their playful banter reached a peak, a sudden cold wind swept through the air, chilling them both to the bone, it was a harsh reminder.

They were still in the Chaos Demon’s Graveyard.

And they were still in danger.

A wave of fear swept over them.

The best course of action was to leave immediately.

Without speaking or exchanging glances, they instinctively reached for each other’s hands. Their fingers intertwined as they moved forward side by side, never looking back.

Only Zhang Yang mumbled under his breath, “I’m protecting you. Don’t think you can just take advantage of me.”

Bing Yuyan felt the urge to punch him.

They continued on.

The next few graves they passed seemed intact.

Some radiated strange, heavy pressure. Others were cloaked in cold, swirling winds. A few had illusory flames dancing atop their tombstones.

There was no peace to be found.

But they kept moving forward.

Eventually, they came across a different grave. The tombstone in front of it was cracked, and it exuded an eerie, unsettling aura. It resembled a broken grave and provoked a strong, almost irresistible urge to look closer.

This time, they had learned their lesson.

Gritting their teeth, they pooled their strength and resisted the temptation. They kept their eyes forward, unwavering, and walked past it without hesitation.

It felt like an internal trial, each step an act of willpower.

But after their earlier experiences, they had grown stronger. Together, they pushed through the pressure. Neither of them looked back, not even a glance out of the corner of their eyes.

Though the steps they took seemed simple, the journey felt like it spanned years, an experience that created a deep bond between them. A bond forged by life and death, sealed by silent glances of mutual joy and understanding.

They pressed on.

After passing six or seven more graves, they came upon another cracked one.

Once more, they remained disciplined and followed the same strategy, resist and advance.

But this time, a desolate voice echoed from within the grave:

“Life is ending… the world is vanishing… the cry of the Great Path disturbs my eternal journey. At the end of reincarnation lies a long song. Listen, it is the lamentation of countless worlds.”

Zhang Yang and Bing Yuyan felt their surroundings blur.

A great terror began to rise from within them.

This time, they held each other’s hands tightly, their palms slick with sweat. They channeled the power of their Realm of Thunder and sword path, forcefully suppressing the turmoil within. Eventually, their energies merged into one, bolstering their resolve as they resisted the soul-deep compulsion to explore the source of that haunting voice.

At last, they broke through.

Drenched in sweat, they looked at each other, their expressions filled with shock. Their hands, still clasped, were slick with perspiration. Yet they shared a bright, sunlit smile, their eyes reflecting something deeper, something that transcended words.

Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps something real, but in that moment, they felt an overwhelming trust in one another. A silent, mutual instinct to entrust their lives to each other.

Carrying that strange, inexplicable feeling, they pressed forward.

Eventually, they saw light up ahead.

They were nearing the end of the Chaos Demon’s Graveyard.

Just then, they came upon a very ordinary grave; simple, unremarkable, with no apparent abnormalities. Yet, for some reason, it made Zhang Yang’s heart tremble violently.

As if drawn by an invisible force, he glanced at it, thinking it would be nothing special. But then, his gaze locked.

Because the intact grave had become transparent, revealing a lotus inside, and within the lotus lay a woman.

It was Yaoruoxian.