I close my eyes, five hundred million years pass by

Archaic Crazed Demon Venerable?

They were stunned. The two soldiers — even the Eight Prince — shuddered from his moniker. They were aware that only ancient-level characters would dare to claim themselves as Venerable.

However, they remained calm despite the uneasiness, for they understand (or not) that the evil spirit was deliberately buying time for recovery. Perhaps at his current state, he was not a match for them.

The thin soldier's brows furrowed and his eyes brightened; he gripped his weapon. Determined, no longer wasting his time chatting, he waved the spear.

The spear produced a sharp yet slicing force; the energy scattered, forming a faint azure dragon under the downpour.

"Purging the evil for my fallen brothers. Die, evil spirit!"

The thin man sprinted towards Fengxian while roaring furiously.

The lightning rumbled. Under Fengxian's gaze, the azure dragon flew alongside the soldier, dashing through the air. He smirked—Base on the power behind the spear, it was much decent compared to the dead people he killed earlier. This soldier...A peak formation realm.

Fengxian thought nothing of it. Since the myriad ages — the epoch before 33 heavens — no one was his match. He merely opened his arms wide, welcoming the spear force as it struck him. Dust weaved amongst the rain, as the fog concealed the outcome. Surprisingly though, the earth quake during the collision, which caused the rain to disappear for instance, as it momentarily return along with the conclusion of the spear force. As the downpour continued, the thin man retreated backward...

"Is he dead?" said the muscular soldier.

"Not yet." replied the knowledgeable Eight Prince — someone who encountered common evil spirits before. "Evil spirits have a nigh indestructible body; their regeneration properties couldn't be underestimated, too. No matter how feeble they are right now, I'm absolutely sure that a single move isn't sufficient."

"You're admirable, at the very least, weakling. However, at the same time, you're incorrect, you foolish creature."

Zhou Lin looked at the source of the voice and smiled without any hint of embarrassment. He said, "My knowledge is base on experience, Sir Spirit. I've handled three—no, perhaps 4— evil spirits now. I'm confident."

"Thinking of killing me?" Fengxian laughed as his eyes turned colder each passing second. "Young fellas are confident, that's fine too, but you're not capable. Weakling, I'll give you opportunity; with your meager strength, I give you time to scram."

"Arrogant indeed." The thin man raged on his presumptuous claim. "Evil spirits are shameless and brazen. An ordinary spirit like you dare to be pretentious. Hmph."

Long Fengxian shrugged helplessly: "This is not bragging, but spitting facts. I can easily annihilate you with a mere finger. However, I'm not an unreasonable person; this is your first offense, it's fine sparing you since sometimes I'm a merciful buddha, but offending me twice you'll see a merciless Devil. Weaklings, scram from whence you came, this is a great opportunity to keep your lives. Less nonsense, you can go now."

Zhou Lin frowned at this statement and couldn't stand this arrogant behavior. He understood that the two soldiers were no match, so he had to act. Unsheathing his sword, he swiftly attacked Fengxian.

"Very well. You choose death. Watch how I kill you easily. No fun at all." Fengxian shook his head seeing this, rather disappointed by humans' foolishness, as he lazily lifted a hand. Unfolding his ring finger, a massive Genuine Qi gathered crazily. As he released the power, it seemed like a storm ravaged the earth, as the Eight Prince couldn't react in time; He was sent flying backward, as the soldiers were terrified and tried to catch him, however, they too followed suit and crashed deep into the trees.

"See. I told you, I can annihilate you with a snap of my hand, so easy. Since you had completely offended me, you can die now..." Fengxian relaxed his arms and smiled. "Or you'll do it yourself?"

"You...A king-class evil spirit?" Zhou Lin forced himself to utter these words as he coughed.

Fengxian frowned from that and looked silently. He asked again, "Do you want me to do it personally?"

"Grea...Great sir, please forgive this insignificant one," The muscular man shivered while he tried to kneel. He shed tears as he said this: "I have eyes but unable to see Mount Tai. Your Excellency, I can be your dog or anything please, please just spare this lowly one."

Fengxian smirked. He looked at them while shaking his head. "I gave you chance to scram, but you took my words for granted. Now that inevitable death came knocking, you wish to be spared? Hell no, the merciless Devil will personally send you to the yellow river. Be grateful and don't thank me, just reflect on your foolish act by offending a person you can't offend."

Fengxian waved his sleeve, boundless Genuine Qi spread out, executing a swift death to the muscular soldier. As for the thin soldier, his stomach was pierced by the woods— the cost of catching the Eight Prince. He looked at Zhou Lin, the perpetrator behind all this trouble; the prince was breathing heavily, almost at the brink of death. He nodded, although he merely had 0.5/33 of his power, it was enough to deal with weaklings.

Moments later, the rain stopped. He stood there, simply looking below the ground. The surface began to ripple as a ball of light flew out. This ball emanated a menacing aura as it possessed the body of the Eight Prince.

"A a a a a a a!"

His scream echoed in the forest, but no one was there to help him. As Fengxian observed, the Eight Prince couldn't bear the torture anymore and died. Fengxian sighed as he said this: "Are you Ni Shan's descendant?"

"Young Wu greets Majesty the Paragon of Heaven and Earth; the ruler of 33 heavens. I am indeed Great Ancestor Ni Shan's descendant, Ni Xianwu." A voice replied to him. It was Zhou Lin, in fact, the ball of spirit who possessed him.

Fengxian sighed and looked at the moon. He stood there for five minutes without talking. He finally spoke moments later: "After Qingrou betrayed me, I split my soul into 33 fragments. Since Ni Shan had managed to awaken one of the fragmented souls, did he managed to reach that realm?"

Zhou Lin, still bowing, replied humbly: "That's indeed the case Your Majesty. Unfortunately, Empress Qingrou and the Outer Beings ambushed him during the Ascension. Hence, Great Ancestor Ni Shan had only managed to find one of Your Majesty's soul fragments."

Fengxian closed his eyes. He couldn't forget that moment. As the Paragon of Heaven and Earth, the ancient ruler of 33 heavens, he burdened the threat of Outer Beings— people who wished to occupy their universe. He didn't allow such threats to exist on his territory, so he slaughtered whenever he meets them. However, during a middle of a great breakthrough of his cultivation, his wife stabbed his back. After then, he realized that she collided with the Outer Beings to eliminate him. Recollecting the painful past, he couldn't help but shed tears. He said coldly, "How many years had passed?"

"It's been five hundred million years, Your Majesty."

Fengxian sighed hearing that. He didn't expect that so many years had already passed. Neither did he expect that the person he trusts the most would stab him...

"I close my eyes, and when I opened them, five hundred million years passed by."