Chapter 5682
Immediately afterward, an indescribable aura descended without warning!
This aura, at first glance, didn’t seem particularly domineering or powerful; it even carried a hint of laziness and nonchalance, completely different from the overwhelming, all-destroying demonic might of the Soul Devourer.
Yet, its appearance was so abrupt, so natural, as if it had always been there, as if it had always existed in every corner of this world, only now being noticed.
In the sky, the churning clouds of vengeful spirits rippled like pebbles thrown into water.
The howling wind suddenly subsided, as if gently pressed down by an invisible hand.
A slightly aged figure silently appeared at the edge of the deep pit where Kai was, standing right in front of Liu Xue.
The newcomer wore ordinary, even somewhat worn, clothes, his hair casually disheveled—who else could it be but Shen Zhiyan?
His appearance didn’t tear through space, nor did it produce any earth-shattering phenomena; it was as if a passerby had simply happened to pass by.
But this seemingly ordinary appearance caused the overwhelming demonic palm, powerful enough to crush even a peak Celestial Immortal, to freeze in mid-air, unable to fall even an inch!
It was as if an invisible barrier separated the demonic palm from the deep pit.
For the first time, the mockery and languor on the Soul Devourer’s face vanished completely, replaced by extreme solemnity and scrutiny.
He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the suddenly appearing Shen Zhiyan. From the other, he sensed an aura of equal, or even… more profound and unfathomable, power!
“Finally, someone decent has arrived,”
the Soul Devourer said slowly, his voice low and cold.
Shen Zhiyan didn’t immediately respond. He first glanced down at Kai in the pit, covered in blood, barely breathing but still stubbornly holding on, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
Then, he crouched down, examined Liu Xue’s injuries, his brow furrowing slightly, and gently touched her brow with two fingers.
A gentle, peaceful power, yet brimming with unimaginable vitality, surged into Liu Xue’s body, swiftly protecting her heart, stabilizing her collapsing aura, and even beginning to slowly repair her severely damaged meridians.
Liu Xue’s previously deathly pale face finally regained a sliver of color. She struggled to open her eyes, and upon seeing Shen Zhiyan, her eyes revealed surprise and relief.
“Senior…” she called weakly.
Shen Zhiyan waved his hand, signaling her not to speak.
Then he slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the devastated, post-apocalyptic ruins of the Yanluo Heavenly Sect, finally settling on the Soul Devouring Venerable high in the sky, whose demonic energy surged to the heavens.
“Tsk, quite a commotion.”
Shen Zhiyan picked at his ear, his tone lazy. “I say, is bullying a child really that fun?”
The Soul Devourer’s eyes were icy: “Who are you? Trying to interfere in my affairs?”
“Me?”
Shen Zhiyan pointed to his nose, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. “Just a passerby. But, you’ve offended Mr. Chen, so this can’t be left like this.”
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Kai again, and he asked in a serious tone: “Mr. Chen, you’ve come out of the Tianmen Mountain ruins. How was it? Did you gain anything?”
In the deep pit, Kai saw Shen Zhiyan appear, and the huge weight in his heart finally lifted. He let out a breath he had been holding, coughing up another mouthful of blood, but he still struggled to say: “Senior… we met the remnant soul of the last sect master of Tianmen, and Miss Liu… obtained the orthodox inheritance of Tianmen…”
“Oh?”
Shen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, a hint of genuine surprise and reminiscence flashing in his eyes, which then turned into relief. “The Heavenly Gate’s inheritance… has finally found a successor. Good, very good…”