Overriding the Heaven

But this was a dead man.    

The ground was a mess.    

Soil and broken jars spilled all over the floor.    

This scene looked weird no matter how one looked at it.    

It was discordant, sudden, and a little ridiculous.    

But Chu Yan did not laugh.    

There was no expression on his face.    

The reason was simple, the information revealed by the carbuncle told him that someone had died here before.    

And a lot of people died.    

The resentment even seeped into the rigid stone.    

Chu Yan even suspected that the cultivators of the disappeared families would have died here.    

The corpse that was tied up was far away, so Chu Yan decided to walk closer to see if he could find anything.    

He took a step forward.    

The moment he stepped onto the mud in front of him, Chu Yan felt that something was wrong.    

This place was too soft.    

In addition, it had some elasticity.    

If he had to describe it, it would be like stepping on a big puddle of snot.    

Chu Yan lowered his head.    

His eyes narrowed.    

Cracks appeared on the muddy ground beneath his feet.    

Inside the crevice, there was a dark red color.    

A strong stench of blood gushed out at the same time.    

"Blood," Chu Yan muttered.    

He looked up.    

At this moment, he had a faint feeling.    

This so-called muddy ground was just a floating speck of dust at the top.    

Beneath the floating dust was a sea of blood.    

Taking a deep breath, Chu Yan fiercely stomped his foot down, and then suddenly stopped in mid air.    

In that moment, the shock wave formed by the immense power spread out in all directions while shaking the soil beneath Chu Yan's feet.    

There was no sound, but at this moment, the ground began to crack open, and wave-like waves rose and fell.    

A deep red color seeped out of the crack.    

The smell of blood that was so thick that it could not be dissolved instantly made Chu Yan feel as if he was soaking in a sea of blood. Every breath he took was filled with the smell of blood.    

"It's all blood."    

Chu Yan was sure now.    

In this cave, the ground was probably dug into a deep pond.    

The pond was filled with fresh blood.    

The blood was too thick, so even if he covered it with a thick layer of mud, the broken jar, mud, and the jar wouldn't sink.    

"Savage."    

Of course, this blood couldn't have been injected here a long time ago. Otherwise, it would have dried up long ago.    

Judging from the situation, it should only be for a short period of time.    

"Things have proven my conjecture."    

Chu Yan raised his head and looked at the corpse in the distance.    

"Now, let's see who that corpse is."    

"Ten Thousand Li Leisurely Court!"    

He took a step forward.    

A long afterimage was drawn in the sky.    

Chu Yan was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the corpse.    

He then used Void Spirit Steps and suddenly, his feet hovered about the height of two fists above the dirt.    

In this way, even if his feet were covered in blood, he wouldn't be affected and wouldn't fall.    

This technique that was viewed as useless by others allowed Chu Yan to obtain a lot of convenience.    

Now that he was standing in the air, Chu Yan looked at the corpse carefully.    

Judging from the condition of the corpse, it should be quite some time since its death.    

His clothes were covered in a thick layer of dust.    

However, what Chu Yan was suspicious of, was that the person who died, was not only a cultivator, but also a suicide!    

Previously, the corpse had her arms crossed in front of her chest, and her body was bent, so Chu Yan did not see through her.    

Now that he was near enough, he could immediately see that the corpse's hands were holding onto a small sword.    

And this small sword, which still looked as sharp as ever, pierced through the heart of the corpse.    

Having made his own decision, Chu Yan had to admire the other party's courage.    

But at the same time, the corpse's actions also caused a huge doubt to rise in Chu Yan's heart.    

"Isn't this person a cultivator? Why did he die from a sword stab into his heart?"    

Even if it was a cultivator with Earth Origin Stage, they would not die if a large hole was blasted through their chest, unless their head was chopped off.    

The cultivators of the celestial mood stage were said to be able to heal themselves even if they were dismembered by five horses.    

As for the possibility that this corpse could be a Pulse Condensation Stage, Chu Yan had no way of even thinking about it.    

Could it be that the secret behind the celestial mood stage of the Setting Sun Sect was just a corpse with Pulse Condensation Stage?    

To put it harshly, Pulse Condensation Stage were not enough to be mixed.    

Therefore, when this corpse was alive, it was at least a Earth Origin Stage, and the probability of it being a Earth Origin Stage was also very low.    

Such a person would die if a sword pierced his heart. What kind of joke was this?    

Then the only possibility was that there was a problem with this small sword.    

Chu Yan tried to grab hold of the corpse's wrist, hoping to pull out a bit of the small sword.    

However, he didn't expect to crush the corpse's wrist with his bare hands.    

With a kacha sound, His Highness Chu was also dumbfounded.    

This corpse was simply like a dead tree that had been exposed to the sun and wind for an unknown period of time. It was so fragile that it could not be any more fragile.    

However, his wrist had shattered, which helped Chu Yan a lot.    

Half of the sword had stabbed into the corpse's heart.    

The remaining half, including the hilt, were all exposed.    

Chu Yan looked at the small sword.    

The surface of the small sword was carved with lines.    

These veined patterns were very complicated, as if they contained some kind of mysterious power.    

A moment later, the doubt on his face turned into seriousness, and even his breathing quickened.    

"It can't be, could it be …"    

Chu Yan muttered.    

"If I'm not wrong …"    

He quickly came to a corner of the cave and turned around.    

Somewhere in his line of sight, he saw what he was guessing.    

Then, Chu Yan quickly arrived at another location in the cave.    

In that position, he saw what he had expected.    

Chu Yan walked back to the corpse with a complicated expression and looked at the giant spider web that was sticking closely to the corpse.    

Although it was called a spider web, it was actually more like a large net made of mucus.    

The large net was covered in dust, which was why it looked dirty. There were many places where mucus and dust had solidified into a shape as they dripped down.    

"That's right, this isn't a spider web, it's …"    

Chu Yan muttered.    

His hand gripped the hilt of the dagger and then slowly began to pull it out.    

"This is … the Destiny Soul Suppressing Formation."    

With that said, the small sword was also pulled out from Chu Yan's body.    

Chu Yan raised the small sword up in front of him, and with a flick of his wrist.    

The other side of the small sword appeared in front of Chu Yan.    

What Chu Yan saw before was the small sword's side, with a stripe on it.    

And right now, in front of Chu Yan, was the other side of the small sword.    

Because there was no dust, eight words were written in bold and decisive characters:    

My orders are to suppress all evil!    

On the sword blade, Chu Yan's face was reflected.    

"This is not some spider spirit. He's burning his own life force to suppress the evil spirits here.    

But now, the people from the Setting Sun Sect had released all of those evil spirits.    

In addition, they even used the blood of cultivators to raise them …