Chapter 103: First Steps into the Demonic Path (The End)

Zhou Hanchan vanished, appearing in front of Su Chen in the blink of an eye, silently watching him.
"Hanchan, where have you been for the past hundred years?"
Su Chen forced a smile and asked with concern.
However, Zhou Hanchan did not reply, continuing to stare at Su Chen silently, like a puppet, sending chills down one's spine.
Su Chen murmured, "For the past hundred years, I've been searching for you, but I've never found you. I thought you'd fallen victim to Zhou Hao's cruelty..."
Zhou Hanchan finally spoke, her face expressionless: "You're not my brother... You don't need to pretend anymore. Although you resemble him, you're not Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen died long ago in the outer sect trials. Since that day, it wasn't him who returned... You've just been playing the role of him."
"My brother was just an ordinary outer sect disciple. He had no great ambition, no great perseverance, and he wouldn't know so many cultivation methods. He only remembered what I liked and only thought about surviving in the outer sect."
"Who exactly are you?"
Faced with Zhou Hanchan's question, Su Chen remained silent.
After a long while, Su Chen's voice was hoarse: "I am Zhou Chen, and Zhou Chen is me."
Su Hanchan's body suddenly erupted with terrifying energy, the power of a quasi-saint realm surged forth, the sky darkened, the sun was obscured, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Su Chen's body flew backward, shattering the surrounding mountains.
"You're not Zhou Chen! I will kill you with my own hands to avenge my brother!"
Zhou Hanchan's tone was cold, like unyielding ice.
She had sensed it long ago.
Since her brother returned from the outer sect trials, he seemed like a different person.
Although he still cared for her and doted on her,
there was always a barrier... as if beneath that facade, another person was desperately trying to impersonate him...
Zhou Hanchan refused to believe it was true.
She tested him again and again.
From food to daily life, to her beginning of cultivation...
This 'brother' was better, more outstanding, a highly regarded disciple of the Holy Land.
"But what I want... is the brother who wholeheartedly protected me, the one I depended on for survival!"
Since their parents' death.
Death is like a lamp going out.
Many disciples within the sect coveted the legacy left by the siblings' parents.
Many disciples with ulterior motives coveted the beautiful and graceful Zhou Hanchan.
In this sect filled with darkness, Zhou Chen raised Zhou Hanchan step by step, each step fraught with difficulty. Their only wish was to survive peacefully. Even when covered in wounds and lying in a corner, Zhou Chen would still protect Zhou Hanchan with his body.
Su Chen rose from the ruins, transformed into a blood-soaked figure. Looking at Zhou Hanchan's indifferent expression, he felt a sense of disorientation.
He was Zhou Chen.
But Zhou Chen... was ultimately not him.
Zhou Chen could give up martial arts for Zhou Hanchan.
Su Chen couldn't.
Su Chen grinned: "Little Chan'er..."
"I won't hold back anymore. Use your full strength and let me see how much you've improved over the years!"
A hundred cycles of reincarnation.
Am I me, or someone else?
Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly; am I Zhuangzi or the butterfly?
Su Chen never imagined that the final step would involve his younger sister in this life.
Zhou Hanchan remained expressionless.
"I will kill you with my own hands, and then find traces of my brother."
Further words were futile.
Su Chen unleashed his Primordial Gluttonous Body, manifesting a ferocious beast from the primordial era, its gaping maw ready to devour the world.
Although Su Chen was severely injured and had lost his sacred artifact,
his strength remained terrifying.
Zhou Hanchan's whereabouts for the past century were unknown.
The divine body's phenomena were incomparably noble, like a true deity from the primordial era resurrected, its strength no less than Su Chen's at his peak, perhaps even surpassing it.
Su Chen bled profusely, but he did not give up. Countless techniques in his mind gradually connected like meridians, causing the entire world to tremble, winds to rise and clouds to surge, and boundless phenomena to spread far and wide.
This was the phenomenon of becoming a saint!
Seeing this, Zhou Hanchan waved her hand, transforming into twelve demonic pavilions, suppressing Su Chen.
Su Chen suddenly felt immense pressure, a searing pain tearing through his mind. The ancient soul imprint shone brightly, trying to control him and force him to give up his resistance.
"It's the Sun-Devouring Soul Guide!"
Su Chen endured the excruciating pain, his heart filled with shock. The soul guide in his mind hadn't disappeared even after Zhou Hao's death...
The terrifying aura so close at hand threatened to completely suppress Su Chen.
"This is all you've got? You think you can make me submit to fate... what a joke!"
Su Chen's teeth ground together.
He remembered Zhou Hao's dying words.
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
The gloomy sky seemed to reflect the wrath of the heavens.
Su Chen vaguely saw an enormous face overlooking the Western Regions.
The heavens were a cage, and all living beings were merely puppets on strings.
Whether it was him or Zhou Hao... it was all a meticulously planned performance from the very beginning.
Thousands of runes suddenly appeared around Su Chen, dazzling like flickering candlelight.
They coalesced into a sword in Su Chen's hand, unleashing unparalleled holy power. This sword wasn't a sacred artifact, but rather the culmination of Su Chen's nine lifetimes of accumulation.
"I am Zhou Chen, and Zhou Chen is me."
"Even if this is fate, fate must be controlled by myself!"
Su Chen swung his sword, the blade severing the twelve Demon Pavilions, aimed at Zhou Hanchan... This unstoppable sword strike was too fast...
So fast that Zhou Hanchan couldn't react at all.
Su Chen suddenly lost consciousness. In his last moments, the unparalleled sword brushed past Zhou Hanchan, soaring into the sky... There stood an incomparably majestic figure... clad in white robes, countless demonic runes swirling like stars...
Zhou Hanchan stood frozen in place, a light drizzle of spiritual rain falling from the sky, dripping onto her.
She couldn't tell if it was rain or tears; only a single pill remained before her.
"Consume it, and you will become a saint."
...
Su Chen opened his eyes.
He had returned to the Reversal of Fate Space.
"I didn't expect..."
"These old bastards are truly ruthless!"
Su Chen's mind gradually cleared.
The Devouring Sun Holy Land... the Primordial Clan... Zhou Hao... Zhou Chen
From the very beginning, they were all pawns.
This Saint Lord Zhou Hao didn't even possess the Mother Seal of the Devouring Sun Holy Land. No wonder he needed the Slave Seal Pill to control him; this guy was truly unlucky!
Su Chen gave a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that the lord of a sacred land, a Saint, was actually a puppet!
And ultimately, he died under the Soul Guide.
Su Chen didn't know what the entity behind the scenes was trying to achieve by going to such great lengths.
But he knew that the entity behind the scenes definitely had a scheme... perhaps even targeting Zhou Hanchan.
If there wasn't a scheme, surely it wasn't just idle speculation to watch a good show?