That was Chen Jiuyang's own voice, roaring at Chen Jiuyang with venom.
Chen Jiuyang frowned.
"If I am to enter the game, to observe the game, I cannot sleep in a coffin as the village chief said."
"Even if there is danger, I must ascertain the situation of this area."
...
As the sky darkened, Chen Jiuyang in each household began to light fires and cook.
The darker it got, the more the venomous voices in the void, like delirious whispers, eroded Chen Jiuyang.
"Die, your existence only drags everyone down."
"I want to become Chen Jiuyang!"
"Let me devour him!"
The more these voices were heard, the more chilling they became.
"Something is not right about this place," Chen Jiuyang frowned.
Waves of cold, sinister sensations were eroding his body.
He could only activate his Martial Furnace and surge his Dao power to protect himself.
Night fell, and Chen Jiuyang found an empty house to stay in.
Boundless darkness descended, and all things fell silent, a silence so profound it was eerie.
Chen Jiuyang closed his eyes to rest. In the depths of his consciousness, he had a feeling that something would come for him.
One hand gripped the hilt of the Yan Sheng Blade.
"Clang—"
The door was kicked open, and Chen Jiuyang's eyes snapped open.
"Wuwuwu~"
A mournful ghost wind swept in, sending chills down his spine.
The next moment, Chen Jiuyang's scalp tingled, and his hair stood on end. He immediately drew his blade.
In an instant.
"Ch—"
The tip of a dagger pierced through Chen Jiuyang's chest.
"Drip! Drip!"
Chen Jiuyang's blood dripped down.
Chen Jiuyang cried out in pain, his eyes widening. He slowly turned his head and saw the 'young' Chen Jiuyang, with a venomous gaze, holding a dagger and piercing his body.
"You should die, don't drag us all down!"
Chen Jiuyang couldn't comprehend: "How is this possible..."
He was at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm, yet the 'young' Chen Jiuyang before him had no cultivation. How he managed to evade his senses was one thing.
His body was protected by Dao power; how could this dagger pierce his flesh?
"There's something strange! Something very strange!"
Chen Jiuyang directly kicked away the 'young' Chen Jiuyang.
But when his strength landed on the 'young' Chen Jiuyang, the latter instantly transformed into dozens of small venomous snakes that slithered on the ground, flicking their forked tongues at Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang's brows furrowed tightly.
"What is going on."
Before Chen Jiuyang could ponder further, another mournful ghost wind swept in.
"Dang!"
It was a Chen Jiuyang entwined with ghost energy, his aura overwhelmingly powerful.
It was, in fact, a 'Quasi-Emperor' aura!
Chen Jiuyang's expression changed drastically. He was about to strike down with the Yan Sheng Blade in his hand.
However, he saw that the Yan Sheng Blade in his hand not only failed to strike down but instead flew towards the ghost-entwined 'Chen Jiuyang' and fell into his grasp.
At this, Chen Jiuyang's face turned grim.
Then, for the first time in his life, Chen Jiuyang saw the Yan Sheng Blade attack him.
A vast, domineering, and unavoidable locked-on strike came his way!
"Rumble—"
The explosion was deafening. Chen Jiuyang raised his hand, enduring the strike head-on.
"Screech—"
Dozens, even hundreds, of small wounds erupted all over his body, and golden blood flowed out.
Chen Jiuyang's expression became extremely grim: "What in the world is this."
He had cultivated for eight thousand nine hundred years, and he had long since converted the Heavenly Intent Four Symbols and the Soldier Dao of the Bow Dao to the Yuan Dao. Every move he made contained that sense of unavoidability and being locked on, like the Heavenly Intent Four Symbols.
Yet, this ghostly entity before him possessed a Yuan Dao aura that he was extremely familiar with.
This was almost unbelievable and sent shivers down Chen Jiuyang's spine!
"Ch! Ch! Ch!"
At this moment, the dozens of venomous snakes on the ground began to coil around Chen Jiuyang's body, opening their gaping maws and biting down on him.
Instantly, sensations of cold, pain, and darkness surged into Chen Jiuyang's heart.
In a flash, Chen Jiuyang unleashed his innate divine ability: "Po Wang Sacred Lotus!"
These ghostly entities could replicate his Yuan Dao aura; could they also replicate his Qian Yang Dao Body divine ability?
"Swish swish swish!"
Pure golden, sacred flames suddenly erupted from Chen Jiuyang's body.
But the next moment, Chen Jiuyang's brows furrowed tightly.
He saw that the Po Wang Sacred Lotus had no effect on these ghostly entities.
Even the dark venomous snakes coiling and biting his body were completely unaffected.
At this moment, Chen Jiuyang's heart began to panic.
"Something's wrong! It's too wrong!"
"Swish!"
Another strike came down towards Chen Jiuyang, a cold light flashing.
Chen Jiuyang's expression darkened, and he uttered two words: "Yuan!!! Bing!!!"
Immortal light and Dao power surged.
In the next instant, a great spear materialized before Chen Jiuyang.
"Dang!"
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.
The terrifying exchange, with such power, did not even destroy the small wooden house. It was as if all damage was only directed at Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang picked up the great spear, twirled it, and instantly severed the dozens of venomous snakes coiled around him. Strangely, these snakes let out screams like those of children.
It was truly bizarre to the extreme.
Following this.
"Rumble!!!"
An unfathomable, great terror descended upon the scene.
Chen Jiuyang's hair stood on end, and a sense of mortal danger surged in his heart.
Amidst the mournful, howling ghost wind, a strange entity was descending. It seemed to be another 'Chen Jiuyang,' but it exuded an indescribable terror and strangeness.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Chen Jiuyang's heart pounded violently, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
A monstrous hand reached out and directly grabbed the ghost-entwined Chen Jiuyang holding the Yan Sheng Blade.
"Swish—"
As if tearing bread, it was ripped apart. Blood and flesh splattered, and blood dripped. The strange 'Chen Jiuyang' then plucked two dried chili peppers and garlic from under the eaves, opened its gaping maw, and directly devoured the flesh and blood.
"Clang—"
The Yan Sheng Blade fell to the ground.
Chen Jiuyang's eyes widened, and a look of terror appeared in them: "What in the world is this!"
The 'strange' aura definitely surpassed the Emperor realm and had entered the Emperor realm.
"Swish swish swish!"
That massive hand reached out, and Chen Jiuyang's entire body turned cold: "Impossible..."
"This is perfected Yuan Dao, even more complete than my current Yuan Dao!"
In a flash, Chen Jiuyang knew he could not contend. He roared, "Past, Future, Present, No Immortals!!!"
He intended to weaken this 'strange' combat power, to bring it down to his own level.
However, something incomprehensible happened. This divine ability, which defied heavenly laws, manifested, but the 'strange' combat power not only did not decrease but, in his perception, even increased.
"This is impossible!"
"Something is wrong..."
"It's not that his combat power has increased, but my combat power has been suppressed..."
In his long martial arts career, Chen Jiuyang was experiencing despair and fear for the first time.
"Damn it!!!"
"You're trying to kill me!!!"