Chapter 373 - A What? (1/2)

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”Did Asenath implant a seed of her Original Law into Freya when she freed her?” Yan Zaizen actually felt a tinge of pity towards the death of Freya. There was no guilt, but just a somber sense of pity for her unfortunate fate.

In fact, Yan Zaizen had been partially at fault if that was the case. However, what could he do and why would he do anything about it? Freya made her choice when she struck to kill; she made her choice when she allied with an untrustworthy ally, so he, who believed the value of consequences in decisions, felt no guilt.

As for the Oneuli Empire's Emperor, Yan Zaizen felt somewhat interested in that backstory. As someone who gleaned an understanding in the Dreaming Devil Law, it's not possible to infect someone who've reached a certain cultivation base, unless they were at a moment of weakness or lapse of attention.

For example: Freya.

They, who've established their own Heavenly Dimensional Spaces and Heavenly Substructures, had a near immunity under normal circumstances.

In actuality, the Dreaming Devil Law couldn't be consciously planted into someone, only unknowingly, like a surreal dream that slowly implants thoughts which form into strong beliefs, which in turn creates a will of sorts.

Yan Zaizen once more grew curious as he watched Freya. She shouldn't have been fully infected and die so quickly with her cultivation base...so how did she?

For the first time, he was genuinely curious. Was it an opening in her Dao and Soul or did Asenath surgically insert her power deep into her existence to ensure it'll work? However, with her now dead, it's unlikely he'll ever find out the particular reason.

”You...you truly killed her.” The old man seemed unperturbed by the millions of echoing screams in the void that seemed on the precipice of becoming discarnate and abhorrent existences.

He had closed eyes and couldn't stop sighing softly. Asenath was a key figure to eliminating the All-Immortal Dragon. Without her, there chances went from ten percent success to a hundred percent failure. The slit above his eyes twitched softly as if it wished to open.

Yan Zaizen deeply looked at the old man, his expression calm and indifferent. He didn't bother soon after as he faced the gigantic figure before him. He had never forgotten that this entire event was happening in the literal presence of the All-Immortal Dragon.

He didn't know why she didn't eliminate everyone, as her roar from earlier possessed that power and far more. The only thing he did know was that she was most definitely 'looking' at him. It was an observant gaze that was inescapable.

Therefore, he was incredibly calm as he floated in the shadowy air.

The Ruin Emperor seemed to have suffered a little. The greed in his eyes dissipated a lot amount.

”Retreat!” He ordered.

Given the circumstances, what else could they do? In less than a few seconds, they lost five Heavenly Monarchs. The only four that remained was him, the old man, the winged woman, and Sect Master Sanji. They also lost nearly all of Asenath's forces because of her cruel-sacrifice, amounting to about thirty percent of their army.

With each passing second, tens of thousands burned their everything and died in a horrific scream. Their entire forces went into disarray as the death count increased amongst all their forces.

If they couldn't even maintain formations, how could they continue?

The only thing he could do was give Yan Zaizen a deep, a very deep, look and give the order of retreat. He didn't blame Yan Zaizen. In fact, he blamed himself. If he had intervened, it's likely the All-Immortal Dragon's blood would be theirs.

While he lived in his delusions, the other Heavenly Monarchs saw the situation and swiftly relied their order of retreat as well. Everything was going to hell, how could they stay? Not to mention, it didn't look like they were capable of scratching an itch for the All-Immortal Dragon.

Internally, they felt truly foolish.

Suddenly, a strange silence permeated the surroundings. Silence was something everyone knew, but was hard to describe. Was being in the woods and away from people and modern day life a sort of silence? Or was it locked it a soundless chamber?