150: I will attack others randomly unless they attack me.

A flash of madness crossed Lin Fan's eyes:

"Counter attack with attack!"

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Primal Sword Intent!

"Primal Sword Intent—Return to Origin Chaos Heaven-Splitting!"

Hum!!!!

The gray Sword Intent surged instantly, actually condensing a vision of the Chaos Void behind Lin Fan!

In the void, the phantom of a giant standing between heaven and earth slowly emerged, holding a massive axe, and... slowly swung it downward!

Splitting heaven and earth!

This was the strongest strike Lin Fan had comprehended since he began studying the Primal Sword Intent!

With Chaos as the foundation and Primal as the blade, it simulated Pangu's posture of splitting the heavens!

Although it only had the form without the spirit, its power... had already surpassed the limits of his current Realm!

"Come!"

Lin Fan and the War Soul roared simultaneously!

The broken halberd and the Sword Intent collided violently!

This time, there was no sound.

Because the moment of the explosion, the sound was completely annihilated by even more terrifying energy.

All that could be seen was...

The sky of the ancient battlefield was torn open by a pitch-black crack ten thousand feet long!

The ground was plowed into a bottomless abyss!

Two terrifying energies frantically entangled, annihilated, and exploded at the point of collision, eventually turning into an energy storm that swept across heaven and earth, completely leveling everything within a thousand miles!

In the center of the storm.

Lin Fan knelt on one knee, the Primal Sword Intent thrust into the ground, supporting his tottering body.

He was covered in blood, the wound on his chest was deep enough to see bone, and his left arm was twisted unnaturally, clearly broken.

But... he was still alive.

As for the War Soul opposite him...

The battered armor completely shattered, revealing a body riddled with holes beneath it.

The broken halberd... had broken again.

It had snapped into two pieces from the middle.

He looked down at the broken halberd in his hand, then looked up at Lin Fan, a flash of... relief appearing in his eyes.

"I... have lost."

The War Soul's voice carried a hint of fatigue and a hint of gratification:

"Thirty-seven million years..."

"Finally... I can rest."

His body began to turn into specks of starlight, slowly dissipating.

"Successor..."

"You are qualified to obtain my master's essence blood."

"But remember..."

"Power is not for conquering."

"Combat is not for slaughter."

"But... for protection."

"To protect those you care about, to protect the Dao in your heart."

"This is the true essence of battle..."

As the words fell.

The War Soul completely dissipated, leaving only a blood-red crystal in its place.

A Battle Law Crystal!

Lin Fan struggled to stand up, walked to the crystal, and reached out to take it.

The crystal felt warm in his hand, as if it still held the residual heat of the War Soul's thirty-seven million years of campaigning.

"Protection..."

Lin Fan murmured to himself, a flash of realization crossing his eyes.

He put away the crystal and looked toward the final gate...

The Gate of 'Dao'.

"The Trial of Strength tests one's understanding of power."

"The Trial of Combat tests Battle Intent and will."

"Then this final Trial of Dao..."

Lin Fan took a deep breath, suppressed his internal injuries, and walked toward the third gate.

"What will it be?"

He stepped into the gate.

The scene before him changed again.

This time, there was no Chaos Void and no ancient battlefield.

There was only... a vast white space.

In the center of the space sat a blurred figure in a cross-legged position.

The figure's face was unclear, gender indistinguishable, and one couldn't even... sense any aura.

It was as if it were just a... void projection.

"Successor."

An ethereal voice rang out, as if coming from the Nine Heavens above, yet also from the depths of the Soul:

"I am... the Shadow of Dao."

"This place is the Trial of Dao."

"Unlike the previous two stages, this stage... does not test power, nor does it test Battle Intent."

"It only asks..."

The Shadow of Dao slowly raised its head, those eyes that seemed to contain the birth and death of the Universe and the Reincarnation of all things quietly looked at Lin Fan:

"What is your Dao?"

Lin Fan was stunned.

"My Dao?"

"Correct." The Shadow of Dao's voice was calm and steady, "The path of martial arts is to Cultivate power and refine combat, but ultimately... it is to seek the Dao."

"No matter how strong the power, it eventually has an end."

"No matter how brave the battle, it eventually leads to fatigue."

"Only the Dao... exists eternally."

"Tell me, what is... your Dao?"

Lin Fan fell silent.

His Dao?

He had never carefully considered this question.

All along, he had been becoming stronger for the sake of being strong, for the thrill, for showing off, so that others would fear and respect him...

Cultivating the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art was to devour all laws and improve rapidly.

Comprehending the Primal Sword Intent was to possess stronger killing methods.

Cultivating the Self-Transformation Freedom Technique was to master time and space and peer into the future.

All of this seemed to be for... showing off!

But... is this his Dao?

"It seems you have not yet realized it."

The Shadow of Dao slowly stood up, and the vast white space began to change.

Images began to surface before Lin Fan's eyes.

The first image: Earth. Lin Fan was still an ordinary young man, struggling for a living, accomplishing nothing.

The second image: The beginning of his Transmigration. Obtaining the System, beginning his rise, crushing opponents, and slapping faces while showing off.

The third image: Entering a new plane, creating Asura City, subduing the Blood Emperor, Ice Soul, and others, dominating the Eastern District.

The fourth image: Slaying Sword Without Trace, forcing back the Seventh Master, becoming famous throughout the Central District.

The fifth image: Inside the Secret Realm, fighting twenty-five powerful enemies alone, decisive in slaughter.

...

The images flickered continuously, presenting Lin Fan's experiences since his Transmigration like a revolving lantern before him.

"Now, I ask you once more."

The voice of the Shadow of Dao rang out again:

"What is... your Dao?"

Lin Fan looked at those images, a hint of confusion in his eyes, but soon... they became clear again.

He suddenly smiled.

He smiled very easily and very openly.

"My Dao..."

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clear and firm:

"It's very simple."

"If others don't provoke me, I provoke them at random."

"If someone provokes me... I will surely kill them."

"I want to become strong so that I can control my own destiny and not be manipulated by others."

"I don't want to be subject to any constraints; no one can tell me what to do."

"When I am truly free from constraints, I will do the unfinished business of my Seniors..."

"As for how to walk this path..."

Lin Fan paused, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes:

"Those who follow me shall prosper, those who oppose me shall perish."

"All who block my path shall be cut down."

"This is my Dao."

"Simple, direct, and crude."

"But... I like it."

The Shadow of Dao fell silent.

After a long while.

It slowly nodded:

"A Dao of dominance, a Dao of slaughter, a Dao of the self."

"Though it is not the magnificent Righteous Path, it is... indeed a Dao."

"There is no high or low in Dao, only the original heart."

"Since you can realize and hold fast to your original heart, you have... passed the Trial of Dao."

As the words fell.

The vast white space began to dissipate.

The figure of the Shadow of Dao also gradually became illusory.

Before completely vanishing, it left one final sentence:

"Remember what you said today."

"No matter what you encounter in the future, no matter what choice you face..."

"Do not forget your original heart."

"Otherwise..."

"The Dao will vanish, and you will die."