Chapter 1392: Massacre

Lin Qingyu's pupils constricted. He tried to break free, but an invisible force had immobilized his arms and entire body in mid-air. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't move an inch, nor could he use a single trace of profound energy.

His mouth trembled open, yet no sound escaped. The face so close to him felt familiar, but he couldn't recall who it belonged to… He had almost entirely lost the ability to think.

His soul felt as if it were crushed under a colossal claw, forever trapped.

He wasn't the only one; the other three, including his master, were in the same predicament.

"Yun... God Child Yun... No... No, that's not possible..." Lin Jun, possessing profound energy at the Divine Spirit Realm, was the only one who could still think and barely manage to speak. The person who had suddenly appeared looked strikingly similar to the legendary Yun Che. However, Yun Che had died during the Calamity of the Evil Infant in the Star God Realm; this was a well-known fact throughout the God Realm, even announced by the Brahma Heaven God Realm itself, so it couldn't be false. A figure of his stature, even if he weren't dead, wouldn't possibly appear in such a low-level plane.

Yun Che's eyes were utterly dark... Lin Jun had lived for thousands of years, yet he had never seen such terrifying eyes. The gloom and hatred emanating from them were like a bottomless dark abyss; every flicker of light in his pupils seemed to yearn to slice them into a thousand pieces, leaving them without a burial place.

"Brother Yun..." Feng Xue'er exclaimed excitedly, "You... you've recovered your power?" Despite his recovered strength, she felt none of the joy that should have been there. Instead, there was an overwhelming... terrifying gloom and hatred. It made even her feel afraid.

Hearing Feng Xue'er's voice, a faint change finally appeared in Yun Che's dim eyes. He said in a low voice, "Xue'er, turn around."

Feng Xue'er turned as she was told and closed her eyes.

"Wuaaahhhh—" The moment her beautiful eyes closed, a shrill, agonizing scream pierced her ears, accompanied by the most horrifying sound of bones cracking she had ever heard. Lin Qingyu's arm, which Yun Che held between his fingers, was cruelly shattered in an instant—from the skin and flesh to the blood vessels, meridians, and bones. Though completely pulverized, the arm did not detach; it hung gruesomely from his shoulder, each passing moment unleashing agony unimaginable to a normal person.

Lin Qingyu's face was ashen, like a ghost's. Foaming blood erupted from his throat due to his excruciating screams. In that moment, he understood what true hell was. Before him, Yun Che's expression remained utterly unchanged, still filled with only endless gloom. His fingers slowly extended, reaching for Lin Qingyu's other arm.

"Aaaahhhaaaahhh—" This scream tore Lin Qingyu's own throat. His other arm was then savagely ripped off by Yun Che.

"Aaaah... hsss..." "Wuwawa... waahh..." Endless pain drowned out all of Lin Qingyu's will. He shrieked like a demon being forged in a purgatorial furnace, letting out the most miserable cries in the world. Behind him, Lin Jun, Lin Qingshan, and Lin Qingrou's eyes were wide to the point of bursting, their faces so pale that not a trace of color remained. Every hair and muscle on their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

*Puu!* The severed arm was viciously plunged into Lin Qingyu's chest, erupting in a large mist of blood. Yun Che's finger tapped, and the mutilated body, spewing blood, fell from the air. Yet, the agonizing screams, like those from the Yellow Springs Purgatory, continued to tear at the trembling souls of all who heard them.

Yun Che's figure flickered, and he appeared before Lin Jun. As their gazes met, Lin Jun's body convulsed, and he stammered out trembling, barely audible words: "Me-mercy... Have mercy..."

Fear and despair can lead to collapse, but also to madness. He uttered the most abject plea for mercy in his life, yet suddenly sprang up, unleashing his desperate power toward Yun Che. With his Divine Spirit Realm cultivation, he could indeed dominate the lower star realms, having rarely encountered anyone he couldn't provoke, let alone a desperate situation. Yun Che's profound veins had only just awakened, and his profound energy, along with his physical body, had only slightly recovered. However, his level far surpassed Lin Jun's... even a dying Divine Sovereign was still a Divine Sovereign! What's more, his Divine Sovereign power was no less than that of someone at the Divine Master Realm.

Yun Che's palm clenched, and Lin Jun's power, before it could even fully unleash, completely dissipated. At the same instant, Lin Jun's head exploded, splattering red and white. With another loud bang, his headless body also burst apart in mid-air, raining large amounts of foul-smelling blood into the sea below.

Yun Che's gaze shifted to Lin Qingshan... In that instant, Lin Qingshan's entire body trembled, then collapsed like a lump of mud. His eyes were wide open, yet no pupils were visible. His mouth opened and closed, but only a raspy hiss, like sandpaper rubbing, escaped. A large, foul wet stain spread across his lower body, unstoppable.

His body was instantly severed into two pieces... then, in another instant, into four... then eight... sixteen... until it was reduced to a scattering of flying blood and minced flesh, raining down a vast shower of crimson blood into the sea below.

"Ugh... ah..." Lin Qingrou's body trembled like duckweed caught in a hurricane. Her mind finally shattered completely; she suddenly rolled her eyes back and fainted from sheer terror.

For her, unconsciousness meant liberation. However, her reprieve lasted less than half a breath... A cruel bursting sound echoed in the blood mist. With a mere flick of Yun Che's finger, her right arm directly exploded.

"Aaaaaahhhh—" She awoke from her nightmare, letting out the shriek of another tormented spirit, her entire body rolling and convulsing as if insane.

Yun Che was rarely willing to act against women, and he never used cruel methods on them. But at this moment, there wasn't a single trace of reluctance or pity in his eyes—only bone-chilling hatred and darkness.

Her left arm exploded, scattering rotten flesh and shattered bones everywhere... Her left leg exploded... Her right leg exploded... All four limbs vanished from Lin Qingrou's body, and the bloody stumps furiously sprayed horrifying fountains of blood. Feng Xue'er kept her eyes tightly shut, her body trembling slightly. The sounds of flesh bursting, blood gushing, and the excruciating screams made her soul tremble uncontrollably.

The Yun Che she knew had always been a compassionate person; otherwise, he wouldn't have spared the Sacred Imperial Realm and the Supreme Ocean Palace back then. She didn't understand why Yun Che was so enraged...

Lin Qingrou's mutilated body fell, plunging into the sea below... The ocean remained in a terrible, deathly silence, even the bloodstains spread across its surface had not dispersed.

Feng Xue'er turned around and looked at Yun Che, whose aura was terrifyingly grim. She slowly approached him and gently embraced him. "Brother Yun, what... what happened to you?"

His profound energy had recovered... This should have been a tremendous, dream-like surprise. Yet, there was no joy in him, only such terrifying hatred.

"..." Yun Che's chest heaved violently. He showed no reaction to Feng Xue'er's voice, his gloomy eyes still fixed on the blood-stained sea below. Suddenly, his body began to tremble, his eyes became wild, and his face gradually contorted into a ferocious grimace as he let out a beast-like roar.

"Aaaaaahhhh!!" Amidst his roar, his palm violently slammed down. Thousands of miles of the sea simultaneously churned, raising colossal waves.

At that moment, the sky and the sea completely overturned. The ocean water, which had risen to obscure the heavens, then cascaded back down, drenching Yun Che and Feng Xue'er. After a long while, the sea finally settled back, but it was no longer calm. Violent, churning waves surged in all directions, continuing relentlessly.

Soaked from head to toe, Feng Xue'er held Yun Che even tighter. "Brother Yun, what exactly happened? Please tell me..."

Drenched by the cold seawater, Yun Che's mind finally cleared somewhat. He turned to look at Feng Xue'er, his lips twitching slightly as he tried to force a comforting smile, but he couldn't. "I'm fine... Xue'er, are you hurt?"

Feng Xue'er gently shook her head, her luminous phoenix eyes filled with concern.

"It's alright now... it's alright," Yun Che whispered, dispirited. "Let's go back."

Yes, his Evil God profound veins had awakened, a miraculous reawakening... It truly was a dream-like miracle, one that Yun Che had not dared to wish for. He should have been ecstatic, every cell burning with excitement. But he couldn't smile, because he understood, and had personally witnessed, the cost of his profound veins' awakening.

All four—Lin Jun and his three disciples—were dead, each one meeting a more gruesome end than the last at his hands. Yet, he felt not a shred of catharsis or satisfaction. If he had retained even a sliver of rationality, he would have seized their souls with his profound energy to learn their purpose for coming here before killing them... and he would have known that Jasmine was not dead. But facing these four culprits, all his reason had been consumed by a devil-like hatred. He only wanted them to die! Die!! Die!!! in the most brutal way he could imagine!

Floating Cloud City, Xiao Clan.

This was the small courtyard where Yun Che had lived before he turned sixteen. It was exceptionally quiet.

The courtyard door opened, and Su Ling'er and Feng Xue'er emerged. Having learned the whole story, their hearts were heavy with sorrow. They looked at each other in silence, unsure how to comfort Yun Che.

Inside the room, Yun Wuxin lay quietly on the bed, her milky-white face covered in a sickly pallor. She slept peacefully, having been asleep for a long time. The impressive profound energy that had once astonished everyone who saw her was no longer detectable, not even a trace. Even her breathing in her sleep was exceptionally weak.

Yun Che sat by the bed, his palm gripping his forehead, his fingers rigidly clenched so tightly they almost crushed his own skull.

His profound veins had just awakened; what he should have done was immediately go into seclusion to let his profound energy, divine body, and divine consciousness awaken and recover simultaneously. But he felt no joy, had no desire, and didn't even have the leisure to figure out how his profound veins had awakened under Yun Wuxin's Evil God divine aura.

For a father, what was the most sorrowful, most unforgivable thing in this world? Today, he clearly knew the answer.