129: Mei'er's crisis, the inner demon fantasy

In his mind, the top-tier secret art called "Dividing Soul and Transforming Thoughts" transformed every character into golden divine runes, branded deep within his Soul.

Split the Divine Soul, transform into a Clone.

If the Clone dies, the main body remains unharmed.

This was no longer just a divine skill.

This was the only ladder leading to the Supreme Divine Throne.

Lin Gou's eyes erupted with an unprecedented brilliant light, and the ecstasy in his chest almost burst.

He impatiently turned around, wanting to share this monumental good news with his only audience and guardian.

"Meier! I'm telling you, I..."

His voice abruptly stopped.

The smile on his face instantly froze.

Behind him, there was nothing.

The graceful figure who always sat quietly in the distance, waiting for his every "return" with a gentle gaze tinged with a hint of worry.

She was gone.

Su Meier had disappeared.

Lin Gou's heart felt as if it had been clutched by an invisible giant hand, sinking sharply.

The ecstasy that had been at the peak of the clouds a second ago was instantly drained, and his entire being plummeted straight into an bottomless abyss frozen for ten thousand feet.

An extreme panic, originating from the deepest part of his Soul, clung to him like a maggot, instantly freezing all his rationality.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, clutching tightly the Dragon-patterned concentric soul jade on his chest.

The familiar warmth was gone.

In its place was a faint, chaotic, intermittent cold tremor.

The tremor was as weak as a candle in the wind.

The tremor was as chaotic as a helpless wail.

It was as if, at the other end of a distant sky, the Soul lamp connected to his life was violently swaying in a storm, threatening to extinguish completely at any moment.

A silent distress signal, filled with extreme pain and fear, pierced his mind like a red-hot poisonous needle through that faint Soul connection.

Boom!

All expression on Lin Gou's face instantly faded.

The ecstasy of having just obtained the top-tier secret art vanished into thin air.

The anticipation of wildly grinding experience in the future turned into nothing.

In his eyes, which had become increasingly profound and indifferent due to countless deaths, for the first time, a black flame named "Destruction" ignited.

That was an absolute madness: if she suffered any harm, then this world, with all its myriad phenomena, would serve as her burial.

For the first time, he clearly realized.

All his efforts to become stronger, his countless deaths, would be meaningless if he couldn't protect the person before him.

Su Meier's safety was ten thousand times more important than his own "death-seeking" and everything else in this world.

He abruptly lifted his head, following the faint sensation emanating from the concentric soul jade, and looked deeper into the Secret Realm.

The next moment.

His figure vanished from its original spot.

A white afterimage, like a lightning bolt tearing through this gray-white world, shot madly towards the depths of the Secret Realm with unprecedented brutality and killing intent.

There was no calculation.

No deliberation.

And no selection of "death methods" whatsoever.

At this moment, he had only one thought.

Find her.

Then, eradicate everything that harmed her from this world.

"Roar!"

A colossal Soul Beast, startled by this undisguised surge of immense Soul Power, instinctively burst from the ground, opening its enormous maw to block his path.

A few breaths ago, this might have been a decent "experience package."

But now.

It was just an annoying thing.

Lin Gou's figure did not pause in the slightest.

He didn't even glance at the Soul Beast.

The moment the two were about to collide, he raised his right hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and casually slashed forward.

Pfft.

A translucent sword light, condensed to the extreme, burst forth silently.

The powerful Soul Beast, comparable to the Late Golden Core Stage, instantly stiffened its massive body, then was smoothly split in two, dissipating into pure Soul energy without even letting out a wail.

Lin Gou's figure passed through the shattered Soul energy, his speed not diminishing in the slightest.

He was like an out-of-control humanoid disaster, carving a straight path of death, leading to the unknown, through this burial ground of Divine Souls.

All Soul Beasts, Soul spirits, and strange traps that tried to block him.

All shattered on impact.

Finally.

After tearing through a storm zone composed of countless wailing residual Souls, his rushing figure abruptly stopped.

The scene before him made his pupils contract sharply.

The gray-white world had disappeared.

In its place was a vast and boundless sea of exotic flowers.

Each flower bloomed with a seven-colored halo, constantly shifting, dreamlike and illusory.

The air was filled with a fragrance so sweet it intoxicated even the Divine Soul.

And in the center of this breathtakingly beautiful sea of flowers.

He found her.

Su Meier.

She stood quietly amidst the myriad flowers, her peach blossom eyes, which always sparkled with charm, now devoid of all focus, empty and lifeless.

A faint, incredibly eerie smile hung on the corner of her lips.

In that smile, there was contentment, happiness, and the peace of having her wishes fulfilled.

It was as if she was experiencing the most beautiful dream of her life.

However, Lin Gou's heart was fiercely pained the moment he saw that smile.

"Sea of Seven Emotions and Six Desires Flowers."

He almost squeezed these words through clenched teeth.

One of the most insidious and malicious traps in the Secret Realm of Souls.

It didn't directly attack the Divine Soul; it merely stirred the deepest obsessions and regrets within the intruder's heart, weaving a perfect illusion, causing people to be drained of their Divine Soul and have their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in the sweetest of dreams.

This was a gentle trap.

And also a cage of despair.

Any forceful external attempt to break it would instantly shatter her fragile Divine Soul, which was already deeply bound to the illusion.

The only way.

There was only one.

Enter her illusion.

Wake her up from within that false, perfect world.

A resolute glint flashed in Lin Gou's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked directly to the edge of the flower sea and sat down cross-legged.

He closed his eyes.

"Dividing Soul and Transforming Thoughts" roared into operation.

His brilliant Soul body trembled violently, and a trace of the purest, brightest Divine Thought, containing the essence of his core Origin Qi, was forcefully peeled from his main Soul.

A sharp pain, as if his Soul was being torn apart, instantly paled Lin Gou's face.

But he did not stop.

He controlled that wisp of Divine Thought Clone, representing himself, to transform into an imperceptible stream of light, and without hesitation, plunged it into Su Meier's unguarded glabella... Hum.

When Lin Gou's consciousness regained its senses, he had entered a bizarre world composed of countless memory fragments.

This was Su Meier's inner world.

It was her past.

He saw the gloomy and cold Demonic Sect, and he saw the stubborn little girl who was pushed onto the "Saintess" throne.

He saw betrayal, he saw schemes, and he saw her put on that cold mask named "Seductive."

Until he saw the only warmth in that dark memory.

The gentle-faced white-haired Revered Master.

The greatest regret of her life, who died and had her Dao extinguished to protect her.

Lin Gou's heart was fiercely wrenched.

Following the strongest surge of happiness, he passed through layers of mist and finally found the core of the illusion.

A sun-drenched courtyard.

Su Meier, who had reverted to a little girl, wore a brilliant smile.

Across from her, her long-deceased Revered Master smiled as he handed her a cup of tea.

"Drink slowly, be careful, it's hot."

"Revered Master..." Su Meier's voice was filled with a deep, happy sob.

She had completely succumbed.

Lin Gou's Divine Thought Clone quietly appeared at the courtyard entrance.

The smiling Su Meier suddenly looked up, her gaze falling upon him.

Her eyes were cold, unfamiliar, filled with scrutiny and hostility.

"Who are you?"

"Why do you disturb me and Revered Master?"

Her voice, like a knife, pierced Lin Gou's consciousness.

He spoke with difficulty: "Meier, it's me, come home with me."

"Home?" Su Meier's face showed sarcasm and sadness, "I have no home, this is my home!"

She abruptly stood up, and the entire illusionary world trembled with her.

A vast power, formed from her obsession, began to madly press down on Lin Gou's Divine Thought Clone.

She was attacking him.

To completely erase him, this "intruder."

Lin Gou's Divine Thought Clone swayed precariously, almost transparent, before this power.

He looked at the hostile Su Meier and suddenly understood.

Reasoning was useless.

Someone immersed in the most perfect dream would not believe any voice from "reality."

There was only one way to wake her up.

To shatter this perfect dream with a massive impact that was more real, more tragic, and more impossible for her to ignore than this "false happiness."

Lin Gou's Divine Thought Clone stopped all struggle.

He looked up, facing the power that could crush him, and gazed gently at Su Meier, who no longer recognized him.

A sorrowful yet resolute smile appeared on his face.

He knew what he had to do.

If your happiness is false.

Then I will personally shatter it.

And then.

For you, I will create a real one.

I will use the "Death of my Divine Soul" to play for you a "Soul-Soothing Song" that can shatter all illusions...