Chapter 1596: Fall of the Death Whisperer!

Chapter 1596: The Fall of the Death Whisperer!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhan directly asked:

"Master Yellow Spring, if I were not here today, and if the race of Illusions had seized your lineage instead—how would you handle it?"

"Ah, it's that matter," replied Master Yellow Spring, a faint smile playing at his will. "I was murdered by the Illusionists. How could I truly allow them to claim my lineage at the end? Then even in death, I’d be resurrected by sheer rage."

"Rest assured," he continued. "Even if you weren't present and the Illusionists had taken my lineage, my lineage contains a special secret technique I deliberately embedded—known as the Cycle of Rebirth."

"This technique has no effect upon beings from the Supreme and Crimson Cosmologies. But as soon as an Illusionist sees it, the very moment they do, the effect is triggered instantly."

"Beings struck by this Cycle of Rebirth are immediately thrust into the cycle of rebirth, and their bloodline identity shifts. When they emerge from the cycle, they will find themselves stripped of their Illusionist identity—transformed instead into beings of our Supreme and Crimson Cosmologies."

Ah, so it is.

Zhou Zhan's mind clicked into place.

How could the Yellow Springs Will have been so confident in allowing the Delusion Clan to vie for the inheritance left behind?

It was clearly a premeditated contingency.

He sneered inwardly.

He never expected the Yellow Springs Will to possess such a secret art.

Could it really transform the common folk of the Delusion Clan into beings of supreme cosmic stature?

Hmph.

It was likely unsuitable for large-scale deployment.

Otherwise, this secret technique would have long since become the ultimate weapon against the Delusion Clan.

Later, he specifically inquired of the Yellow Springs Will, and indeed learned that this technique could not be used by any other powerful beings.

Since this secret technique was the will of the Yellow Afterlife's will, only those who had ascended to the realm of supreme will through the Yellow Afterlife path or the Cycle path could wield it—and even then, it could be used on no more than one living being, rendering it utterly useless for mass application against a host of enemies. Moreover, after using it, a long period of time would have to pass before it could be employed again.

Under these strict limitations, the Will of the Yellow Afterlife had never spread this technique beyond its confines.

"If you're interested, there is a secret archive within the Yellow Afterlife Treasury that records this technique."

"Go ahead and learn it if you wish."

Seeing Zhou Zhan's eager expression, the Will of the Yellow Afterlife spoke gently to Him.

"Yes, Master."

The Will of the Yellow Afterlife smiled faintly.

To have a disciple after death—such a thing felt truly splendid.

As for whether it might provoke misunderstanding from the Supreme Will, He cared not at all. After all, no true master could ever have a single disciple.

A being who had lived through endless ages—having countless mentors guide his path through life—was utterly normal.

Only one mentor would be strange.

Besides,

He had already fallen.

What could possibly matter now?

"Emperor of the People."

The will of the Yellow Springs spoke.

He smiled gently at Zhou Zhan, his eyes filled with warmth. "I must go now."

"May you walk the path ahead with care,"

"Never let down the expectations of the Supreme Will."

"But then again,"

"You've already done quite well."

"I don't think I need to place any further pressure on you."

With that,

the translucent silhouette of the Yellow Springs Will began to fade.

Zhou Zhan saw this and felt a tightness in his chest.

Suddenly remembering something, he hastily raised the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword and asked:

"Lord of the Yellow Springs Will, can this Yellow Springs Imperial Sword bring you back to life?"

"Isn't it capable of resurrecting a Supreme Supreme Will-tier master?"

"No."

The Yellow Springs Will smiled and shook his head, "The tactics of the Delusion Clan differ greatly from those of our Ultimate Void Cosmos."

"Their methods—the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword cannot penetrate."

"If I were a mid-tier Supreme Will-being, perhaps the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword could bring me back to life."

"But I am a higher-tier Supreme Will-being, on par with the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword. It cannot resurrect me."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhan fell into silence.

Watching the will-phantom of the Yellow Springs Will begin to fade completely, Zhou Zhan took a deep breath and spoke loudly to the Yellow Springs Will, "I will surely become the Supreme Lord!"

"And I will surpass the Supreme Will itself, becoming a being of eternal and unbroken existence!"

The Yellow Springs Will smiled faintly.

His face was filled with certainty.

If it were before His death, hearing someone utter such words—no matter how powerful the speaker, even if they were the Heavenly Punishment God—He would not respond outwardly, and inwardly, he would not trust them.

But now, as he was about to vanish completely, he began to believe that the future the other had spoken of might indeed come to pass.

When a man is dying, his words become kind.

Gods are no different.

...

The Will of the Yellow Springs had perished.

Permanently, utterly, completely.

Zhou Zhan stood in place, lost in thought.

At that moment,

He suddenly noticed something seemingly lying on the ground where the Will of the Yellow Springs had vanished.

Zhou Zhan stepped forward and picked up the object, glancing at it.

It was two letters.

Zhou Zhan nodded.

He examined the surface.

One was addressed to the Will of Cycles.

The other was addressed to Tuba.

Zhou Zhan glanced at both briefly, naturally skipping over the contents, and tucked them away, preparing to deliver them to Tuba and the Will of Cycles shortly.

But just as he was about to leave,

Boom—boom—boom…

The entire Huangquan Heritage Realm suddenly trembled violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

But how could the Yellow Springs Realm—a place considered divine—experience an earthquake?

"Strongers engaged in battle?!'

Zhou Zhan's brows shot up, his expression growing stern.

Only a Supreme Will Realm cultivator could generate such a startling disturbance within the Yellow Springs Realm.

Therefore,

Supreme Will Realm cultivators were battling within the Yellow Springs Realm.

His expression darkened instantly, and he launched himself into the air.

As soon as he took flight, Zhou Zhan spotted Tian Yang Wu Zhu and his subordinates.

"Your Imperial Majesty, Lord of the People!"

Tian Yang Wu Zhu shouted.

"Hide in the land of the Yellow Springs Will inheritance!"

"It is safe there!"

Leaving only these words behind, Zhou Zhan flew straight toward the epicenter of the turbulent battle.

Watching Zhou Zhan soar away, Tianyang Wuzhu's face clouded with anxiety as he spoke:

"A battle fluctuation of that intensity must be a clash between Supreme Will Realm powerhouses."

"Though the Emperor of Common People has just received the inheritance of the Yellow Springs Will, he himself is not yet a true Supreme Will Realm expert."

"Rushing forward like this now, could he be in danger?"

Seeing this from behind him, Prime Minister Wu could not help but feel a deep sense of emotion in his heart.

How much time had truly passed, yet his highness had transformed from someone who looked down upon the man to someone who now worried for his safety.

The Emperor of Common People's martial prowess and charisma were truly not a matter of mere boast.

"Your Highness, please have no worries."

"I have observed the Emperor's Majesty's actions throughout the years—always calculated, always masterful of strategy!"

"He is a man who deeply values his own life; he would never act recklessly."

"He has dared to go, and thus, he must have a plan."

"We shall simply wait and see the outcome."

Wu, the Chancellor, spoke respectfully.

Tianyang Wuzhu could only nod in agreement.

...

On the other side.

Zhou Zhan, after a series of instantaneous shifts, finally arrived at the battlefield.

Perhaps it was the surge of power from the battle of a Supreme Will Realm master that caused the Yellow Spring Imperial Sword in His hands to spontaneously split off a primordial sword aura, swirling protectively around Zhou Zhan.

Zhou Zhan gazed at this primordial sword aura, smiled, and gently patted it on the hilt.

To put it bluntly,

With just this primordial sword aura alone, no lower-tier Supreme Will Realm master could even approach Him.

The only thing slightly regrettable was that, at present, He could only barely control this Will Sacred Artifact as a "King"—and would have to relinquish it soon.

Right now, this primordial sword aura was still being sustained by the self-sacrificing power of the Yellow Spring Imperial Sword's spirit, guarding Him automatically.

Only then did Zhou Zhan calmly turn his gaze toward the front.

There, within the dim yellow sea of clouds,

Two colossal, towering giants were locked in fierce combat.

One of them wielded the upper-tier Will Sacred Artifact—the Nine-Underworld Cyclic Rebirth Spear—its strikes, thrusts, shattering blows, and hammering attacks all wild and frenzied, radiating an unrelenting bloodthirsty malice. The sheer ferocity of both the technique and the murderous intent shook the very heavens and earth, and the entire Yellow Spring Realm seemed to tremble in silent fear before this force.

It is the Will of Cycles!

Another being clad in a black cloak, its entire divine form shrouded in death and darkness, wields a black, ancient staff. From it emerge countless forbidden rituals, each one unleashed with chilling precision.

This manner of combat—should have been a decisive victory for the Will of Cycles—yet the opponent, through an endless stream of forbidden arts, now presses the advantage, countering and overwhelming the very essence of cyclical fate.

"Who is this man?"

Zhou Zhan concealed his form, drawing forth the Bodhi Master, his voice grave as he asked.

"One rare opportunity for clarity..." the Bodhi Master replied, his tone equally serious. "This being is the commander of the Yellow Springs Domain, the chief steward of the Voidborn Clan. He holds the highest rank and status within the Yellow Springs Domain among the Voidborn."

"His legendary name is—the Whisperer of Death."

"As I understand, his conceptual divine power allows him to perceive and manipulate the death of living beings."

"He can even utter a single word and cause a deity to fall from grace!"

"His greatest pleasure? To whisper into the ear of a living soul the very fate of their demise."

"Then watching helplessly as the other struggled between life and death, ultimately having to accept the fate of inevitable demise."

"As for His Concept God's weakness... currently unknown."

"Death Whisperer?" Zhou Zhan whispered the name softly.

It did sound intimidating.

He studied the figure closely and realized this being's strength was absolutely formidable—possibly on par with, if not surpassing, the Yellow Threshold Will.

"The Yellow Threshold Will was slain by Him."

Bodhi Supreme noted.

Zhou Zhan was startled by this.

Then, gazing at the cyclical will appearing wildly frenzied, he finally understood why Brother Hun Tian had become so utterly insane.

He had seen his enemy!

He gripped the Sovereign Sword of the Underworld tightly in His hand, a chilling cold rising in His eyes.

Now that He had accepted the legacy of the Underworld’s Will, in a sense, this fellow was His enemy as well!

He wondered if there was anything He could do to help.

Right at that moment.

A burst of wild, arrogant laughter rang out.

"Hahaha..."

"Will of Samsara!!"

"You are nothing more than a minor, newly ascended Supreme Will, forced into your position by the Ultimate Will."

"Even the Will of the Underworld was no match for me. Where did a newcomer like you get the audacity to engage in a life-and-death struggle against me?!"

"Heheh!"

"Upon hearing I slew the Yellow Springs Will, you've gone utterly mad. Is the Yellow Springs Will your long-time lover?"

"Hmph, truly unfortunate."

"But don't worry—soon I'll escort you to meet her."

"You two will reunite once more."

"And when you die, the Underworld will crumble with it."

"Then Yellow Springs and the Underworld shall become our domain—the Void Clan's. And without the Supreme Will of Yellow Springs and the Underworld, the cosmos will plunge into endless chaos."

"I can't imagine what the Supreme Will will have left to fight against us, the Void Clan."

"Your universe will eventually be ours!"

The Speaker of Death laughed maniacally.

"You! Damn you!"

The Will of Cycles bit down on its teeth in fury.

Then, with a sudden surge, it launched the holy spear held in its hand!

Cycle shattered!

With a single strike, all six paths of reincarnation collapsed—its power thunderous and earth-shaking!

This was the strongest of the supreme techniques wielded by the Will of Cycles.

At full strength, combined with the Nine-Deep Cyclic Holy Spear—a sacred artifact of superior will—any master of the upper echelon of will could be easily slain.

Yet the Death Whisperer was no ordinary master of the upper echelon of will!

Facing this earth-shattering strike, the Death Whisperer cracked a smile and, with a sudden motion, flung back his black cloak, directly confronting the spear hurtling toward him.

A moment of shock passed through Zhou Zhan and the Will of Cycles.

There, with all its might, the spear launched by the Will of Cycles vanished entirely into the black cloak.

That black cloak, having devoured the bolt, swelled momentarily, trembling with the imminent threat of bursting—but within moments, the swelling subsided, returning to stillness as if it had fully assimilated the force radiated by the holy spear.

"Second Holy Artifact of Will!?"

"And likely a defensive upper-tier Will Artifact!"

Zhou Zhan's expression grew grave.

Before this defensive upper-tier Will Artifact, the attacks of the Cyclic Will seemed utterly ineffectual.

Should the Cyclic Will have no other means of offense, its chances of victory would be exceedingly slim.

And now, the Cyclic Will seemed to awaken to reality, perceiving the current situation as deeply unfavorable.

That enigmatic black cloak was simply too effective against its own nature.

It turned and fled toward the distance.

"Trying to escape?!"

The Death Whisperer laughed aloud, then suddenly ceased pursuit, his gaze darkening into cold stillness.

He murmured softly, yet the words seemed to echo deep within the ears of the Cyclical Will.

"Death has already opened its door for you."

"Go forth and die, O one who dies."

As the words faded, a real, tangible death gate appeared before the Cyclical Will's eyes.

Within that gate, he seemed to glimpse the form of the Yellow Springs Will.

"Yellow Springs…"

He whispered, barely audible.

Divine blood seeped from his divine orifices, his essence weakening steadily, drawing ever closer to the edge of oblivion—so close to death it was almost tangible.

The Death Whisperer sneered.

In His eyes, the cycle of reincarnation's will had surely perished beneath His Concept God's power.

He even spared no further glance, turning instead to Zhou Zhan.

His gaze flickered with an odd hue, whispering to himself:

"You kid—always turning misfortune into fortune. If so, I'll say no more."

"Embrace death, embrace the end."

"Death has already opened its gates for you!"

With his staff extended, He directed it toward Zhou Zhan and activated his Concept God power.

Zhou Zhan's heart leapt in shock, and in the next instant, a sudden cold surged through his entire body.

Yet at that very moment—

The surface of the Illusory Legend Seal within his First Treasury began to ripple with a transparent glow.

All the strange sensations on Zhou Zhan's body vanished.

Instead, the Death Whisperer's eyes widened, as if witnessing something utterly horrifying, his divine form trembling violently.

"This... this is..."

Before he could finish, his divine form suddenly froze—his breath cut off entirely. He died instantly!

The Death Whisperer, fallen!

Zhou Zhan: ...?

What in the world is going on???

Zhou Zhan was stunned.

All the onlookers, enemies and allies alike, were equally baffled.