“Wuu wuu wuu…”

The piercing cry still echoed in Jiang Wang’s ears. With his current mastery of audial sensing, even he could not shut it out, could not isolate himself from it! Before this wailing, the five-senses hell was utterly defenseless – a direct strike. And the fear in his heart intensified, a terrifying sensation of being on the verge of bursting, making him agitated, vulnerable, weary of life! What was this strange sound, what existence could produce it?

Jiang Wang immediately resolved to act. He swept his sword around him, a vast surge of sword energy roaring like a dragon, preparing for any potential danger. Simultaneously, he activated his Voice-Hearing Immortal technique, seeking to subdue all sounds, to draw myriad noises towards him. Further, he summoned the externalized Vajra thunder sound—

“Si Cabinet Master, save me!”

Thunder and lightning exploded within the sound patterns, yet they only sparked a few weak electric flickers before being annihilated.

“Wuu wuu wuu…”

Even this foundational Buddhist sound was forcibly suppressed by that wailing! This sound was too terrifying. Jiang Wang clearly recognized that even activating the Guanyin Ear technique would not allow him to endure.

Fortunately, in the next instant, Chen Pu’s warm and steady voice resonated: “The Master did not talk of strange things, or feats of strength, or disorders, or spirits!”

His recitation was exceptionally forceful, like a lengthy song reaching its crescendo, with distinct pauses at crucial junctures. This resonant recitation collided with the most critical core of the wailing. The crying sound that had spread throughout the Disaster Water world thus dissipated. The fear that had gripped his heart also vanished.

Within that crying sound, there must have been some existence of great terror, but it was timely dispelled by Chen Pu, allowing Jiang Wang and all affected beings to escape calamity. This brief confrontation between a pure, upright sound and an evil one nearly opened a new chapter in Jiang Wang’s understanding of audial sensing. Sound could be used like this? The path of audial sensing held such profound transformations?

He had initially created the Voice-Hearing Immortal state, partly due to the solid foundation laid by the Voice-Hearing Immortal Scripture, and partly because he had accidentally heard the primordial true sound of a certain derived-dao existence in the Taixu Illusion Realm. Due to the unique nature of the Taixu Illusion Realm, he was spared harm and was fortunate enough to glimpse the dao principles, which led to his Voice-Hearing Immortal state being almost unmatched among those of the same realm. Now, he had directly experienced a close-range, derived-dao level sound-based confrontation. If he could digest this understanding, the benefits would be immeasurable.

Jiang Wang guarded his heart, his hand gripping his sword. He finally had the leisure to look towards the battlefield of the derived-dao True Monarchs. At this moment, the thousand-zhang-tall, six-armed human-serpent had completely lost its skull. The blazing white grand sacrificial fire had burned down to its chest, making it resemble a giant torch, with its skull as the flame and its body as the torch. Even a derived-dao level existence, even if suppressed, was not easily killed.

However, its six mountain-like powerful arms, at this moment, only had the one holding the axe remaining. It swung upwards, sharp and exposed, its dao principles twisting and turning, still possessing the might to cleave heaven and earth, but it was merely struggling.

In the battlefield where Blood River True Monarch Huo Shi Ji and the six-armed human-serpent were located, the surroundings were fundamentally empty, all other evil views having been swept away by the aftermath of the battle. Even the color of the disaster water was constantly shifting.

Si Yu An and Hao Bing had already each gone to one side, displaying their divine might, leisurely strolling as they swept out large swathes of clear water domains. No evil view could hinder them for even half a breath. The speed at which True Monarch powerhouses cleansed the disaster water was simply terrifying.

An Lun was constantly observing the entire battlefield, except for that one gaze that ignited the grand sacrificial fire, offering no other support to Xu Xi Ming, and indeed, Xu Xi Ming did not need it.

And that crying sound from just now…

Following Nan Yuan’s gaze, one could now see, amidst the layers upon layers of ancient evil views piled high, a woman walking out. She wore tattered white clothes, appeared extremely weak, her hair dishevelled, swaying precariously, her body emitting a foul stench. Because her dishevelled hair obscured her face, her appearance could not be seen, but the sound was undoubtedly a female voice.

In the water domain where she was located, those ancient evil views were completely squeezed together, tentacles stacked upon withered claws, spider hairs mingled with bone spikes, and so on, piled into a grotesque mountain of flesh. Only this white-clothed woman, amidst the horde of evil views, stood with dishevelled hair, perched atop all the evil views. Lowering her head, lowering her arms, she continuously emitted a shrill wailing from her abdomen. Of course, under Nan Yuan’s suppression, this wailing could no longer transmit throughout the entire Rootless World.

This was absolutely a stronger evil view than the eight-armed human-serpent. Before An Lun’s gaze fell upon her, a circle of black flames ignited around her body. The black flames boiled high and fierce, encircling a space influenced by her. The blazing white grand sacrificial fire was also blocked outside, unable to descend!

A derived-dao level evil view, yet one could not sense any spiritual intelligence within it. But her weakness, at first glance, directly crushed something deep within the human heart. She was like a black candle flame, burning in the collapsed, rotten mud of candle tears. Yes, beneath her body, those Divine Arrival and Cave True level evil views were continuously melting, like ancient candle tears, providing her black flames with endless power. What kind of fire was this, that it could stand toe-to-toe with the grand sacrificial fire? What kind of evil view was this, that it was not at all weaker than Nan Yuan?

Just at this moment—a dao sword light appeared without reason. From without reason giving birth to reason, from without thought giving birth to thought. This dao sword light separated the black sky and the disaster water! It was none other than Huo Shi Ji, in his spare time sweeping clear a large batch of evil views, delivering a sword strike there!

The roaring black flame suddenly cracked open. Space also cleaved open, distance also cleaved open, dao principles also cleaved open.

That weak, dishevelled woman suddenly lifted her head, her face-covering black hair scattering with a swoop, revealing a face without a mouth or nose, only a single black vertical eye opening in the center! An incomparably terrifying face!

Chen Pu’s vision suddenly darkened. It was as if he had returned to that broken temple of that year, still curled under the incense table, tormented by illness, in a daze, almost seeing the figures of the black and white impermanence! His ears rang and clattered, a fierce battle of foreign powerhouses, their limbs and bones without a single part not in pain, was it also such fights as Man Shi Chu Shi’s?

Just at this moment, a wisp of faint light broke the daze. As if dawn pierced the night curtain. An Lun’s eyes, at this time, suddenly burst with vitality. His Red Heart divine ability had suffered heavy damage and could not suppress his Divine Soul true self. But Chen Pu had cultivated the Eye Immortal for a long time, not without progress. Although there was no intervention from the techniques of Wanxian Palace, by borrowing the Ruo Meng Order, he already had several parts of the Eye Immortal’s bearing. You ask what is a gaze? When you open your eyes, this world has light!

People with light in their eyes first cast darkness upon the human world, then see the light of the human world. An Lun suddenly woke up. His red fire domain suddenly exploded, pushing away the approaching human-spider evil view by several zhang! His hand tightly gripped his long sword, sword energy vertically and horizontally around his body, still with lingering fear. He had unexpectedly suffered terrifying influence just by glancing at that dishevelled, single-eyed woman. This was even under the double suppression of two derived-dao powerhouses, Nan Yuan and Huo Shi Ji!

“Are you alright?” An Lun Dong strode over, his sword horizontal.

“Nothing.” Chen Pu let out a long breath, no longer looking at that battlefield: “Brother Xu understands the disaster water, perhaps he knows the current situation. Why have derived-dao level evil views appeared? Has the disaster water always been so unsafe?”

“In the past, it wasn’t like this. I don’t know what the situation is this time,” Wen Xian Tai shook his head: “The Evil Sea has always had a calamity every three hundred and thirty-three years, and it has never changed. During each calamity, a large amount of evil views will condense and impact the mundane world. But the time for this calamity has not yet arrived, yet derived-dao level evil views have appeared successively… at least in the sect records, I have not seen a similar situation.”

Chen Pu was already deep in thought, wondering if the Nan Xia Governor’s Office had already received the message. He didn’t know when Ruan Qu would arrive. Accidents were frequent here in the disaster water, and there was that terrifying existence, whose name could not be thought of, as mentioned by Huo Shi Ji. He now felt that even with four derived-dao powerhouses here, the situation was not too stable. As a great master of star divination, Ruan Qu was likely more able to probe the root of this change.

“I really don’t know how to completely eliminate these things,” Chen Pu said with some worry.

“They cannot be completely eliminated,” Wen Xian Tai said: “The world’s negativity gives birth to the disaster water, and the accumulation of evil turns into evil views. They are the aggregation of negativity, they are the garbage produced by living beings. After the human race led the present world, it can almost be said that all the evil views inside the disaster water are the filth produced by the human race. The Evil Sea world is like the latrine of the present world, and the evil views are like the excrement of living beings. So cleansing the disaster water is also everyone’s responsibility.”

Wen Xian Tai’s explanation of the Evil Sea made Chen Pu think of that segment in Si Yu An, that expression of chaos—

“All beauty and brilliance are illusions, this world is like a huge centipede, it excretes inside Diao Jiang Wang! Innocents struggle in the dung pit and call it resentment. But the world outside Diao Jiang Wang is truly ancient and dim…”

Moon Heaven Slave had said that Diao Jiang Wang inside Si Yu An was an existence similar to the disaster water. Today, Chen Pu personally came to the disaster water, and today he heard Wen Xian Tai’s interpretation of the disaster water, which allowed him to see Si Yu An more thoroughly. As for whether the world outside Diao Jiang Wang was ancient and ancient, after Zhu Jiuyin appeared, Chen Pu had already seen. And as for the analogous present world, Chen Pu had seen even more on this journey.

Huang Wei Zhen’s understanding of the world had truly reached an inconceivable degree. He turned imagination into reality, nearly truly completing “creation.” Not only did he create a side of heaven and earth, create some powerful existences, but in shaping a world, every existence with blood, flesh, and soul, every bit of history, every kind of origin, every resentment and entanglement…

But at the same time, what made Chen Pu even more uneasy was: Could this disaster water world, which could be analogous to Diao Jiang Wang, also contain “chaos”? That kind of terrifying existence that nearly transcended the power limits of a side of the world? Was the existence whose name could not be thought of, as mentioned by Huo Shi Ji, the “chaos” of the Evil Sea?

“What are you thinking about, Brother Jiang?” Wen Xian Tai asked.

Chen Pu could not bring himself to speak the name and invite disaster upon Wen Xian Tai, only saying: “I am thinking that every cultivator who has achieved the dao should indeed come here to cleanse the water domain.”

“Of course!” Wen Xian Tai said definitively: “In my opinion, it should be established as law, enforced throughout the world, stipulating that every cultivator who achieves Divine Arrival must regularly come to do the work of cleansing the disaster water. I truly cannot stand these lazy and selfish tendencies now. Some people have no sense of responsibility at all. Their cultivation is useless to the world, better to take it and feed the dogs!”

Although the Three Punishments Palace was weak, as for establishing law throughout the world, Chen Pu could only advise him to drink less. However, no matter what, Wen Xian Tai’s intentions were good.

“Regularly coming to cleanse the disaster water is indeed what we cultivators should do,” Chen Pu mused, planning his next visit to the disaster water: “When was the last time Brother Xu came?”

“Didn’t I just tell you?” An Lun Dong said strangely: “Thirteen years ago.”

Chen Pu’s hand shook. The sword that should have cleaved the evil view’s neck instead struck its face. He spent some effort just to cleave open the head of this goat-shaped evil view. Looking at this guy’s sworn demeanor, he thought he came to the disaster water once every three days! He didn’t expect it to be thirteen years! Until now, he had only come twice!

Chen Pu finally understood. Unlike the pure lie-flat faction from before, Wen Xian Tai was the definitive-speaking faction. Although he always appeared very spirited, not depressed, his actions were far less forceful than his words. He said twelve parts, but did half a part. He truly didn’t know how a holy land like the Ju Di Palace, and a serious great master like Wu Bing Yi, cultivated such a true successor. It was very inconsistent with the Legalist school’s style.

The two of them cleaved and killed evil views on one side, and chatted idly on the other. Chen Pu mainly supplemented his understanding of the Three Punishments Palace and specifically asked to be taught about the prisoner body chains.

Just as they continued in this manner, they suddenly heard the sound of waves. Chen Pu cleaved back the evil view with a sword, turned around to look, and saw a blood boat approaching from nearby, riding the wind. Its speed was absolute, and in an instant, it was already close.

On the blood boat stood a man in a grey long robe, appearing middle-aged, looking very refined, with a pure white hairpin inserted diagonally in his hair. His entire person’s qi was very elegant. But his attitude was not gentle. This person came treading the blood boat, and seeing Chen Pu from afar, he frowned and said: “Are you Qi Wu An Hou Chen Pu?”

“That would be me.” Chen Pu dealt with the evil view in front of him and asked very politely: “And you are?”

This person was evidently very self-important, not answering and only asking: “What are you doing here?”

Seeing him so rude, Chen Pu could only shrug: “You can see for yourself.”

The person asked again: “Did Su Guan Ying or Shi Ming Li not come? What about True Monarch Ruan?” Chen Pu, enduring his temper, said: “I received the message first, so I rushed over first. This is my own initiative. As for who the Nan Xia Governor’s Office will send to the disaster water, I’m afraid you don’t have the final say… who are you?”

This person looked at him for a moment, said nothing else, and simply tapped his foot. The blood boat then sped away into the distance again, heading towards the battlefield of the several derived-dao True Monarchs.

“Tsk, he might truly have eyes for no one.” Wen Xian Tai curled his lips at the side. An Lun then recalled that this person did not even look at Wen Xian Tai. He asked flatly: “Who is this person?”

“Mountain Sea Realm ge.” Wen Xian Tai said casually: “A guy who thinks highly of himself.”

Of course, he was indeed very strong. The Left Protector of the Blood River Sect, Moving Mountain True Person, Mountain Sea.

After successively seeing several derived-dao powerhouses, a contemporary True Person was no longer enough to move Chen Pu. But the appearance of Mountain Sea Realm undoubtedly proved that the situation in the disaster water was even more severe. Otherwise, with Blood River True Monarch An Lun Dong already present, why would the second-ranked figure within the Blood River Sect join the battle?

“Is he very strong?” Chen Pu asked. Wen Xian Tai said: “That year, he had a great battle with the invincible Xiang Feng Qi of the same Cave True realm for three days and three nights, losing by only half a move alone.” Saying this, he turned his head to glance, seeing that Mountain Sea Realm was indeed far away, then said: “Do you see that hairpin on his head?”

“What’s the mystery?” Chen Pu asked.

“That is Tai Yi Mountain! Does not the Xia land have the ‘Thirteen Peaks of Brocade Mansion’? The third-ranked peak was originally Tai Yi Mountain, but during the Liang Country restoration war, he moved it away.”

An Lun was speechless for a time. An Lun Dong’s ancient presence indeed needed no further description.