62: Chapter 62: Dao Heart Shattered, Magic Power Out of Control, Demonic Assault!

"Think about it carefully."

The voice of the three-inch-tall figure became extremely gentle, as if it were making a final diagnosis for a patient on the verge of death.

"Why did your teacher choose you?"

"Is it because you are gifted with extraordinary talent? No, you are a Rank 8 Spirit Root waste."

"Is it because your Dao Heart is resilient? No, you cannot even withstand a few words from me right now."

"Is it because you had a previous connection with him? No, you were just a passing Mortal youth."

"He chose you for only one reason, a very simple reason."

"You were the first person to pick up that ring, and that is all."

"You are neither special nor outstanding."

"You are not even worth being chosen."

"You just... happened to be lucky."

"And now..."

The little figure looked at Li Han for the last time.

In those pitch-black little eyes, the true fangs were finally revealed.

"Your luck has run out."

"Your teacher is gone."

"From now on, no one will block the lightning for you."

"No one will guide you anymore."

"No one will burn their everything to save you when you are at an impasse."

"You, Li Han, will have to face this cultivation world alone."

"With your true face as a Rank 8 Spirit Root waste."

"Are you ready?"

Li Han did not answer.

His eyes lost their focus.

The Dao Heart that had once endured ten thousand tribulations and remained as immovable as a mountain completely collapsed at this moment.

It was not because of the death of his loved ones.

It was not because of the blood of his beloved.

It was not because of the curses of his enemies.

It was because he discovered that all the achievements he had been proud of his entire life were built on the shoulders of another person.

And that person would never come back.

"No—!"

Li Han let out a roar toward the sky.

There was no anger or unwillingness in this roar.

There was only uncontrollable fear and despair.

His true essence went completely berserk.

The fragments of his shattered First-Grade Golden Core surged wildly in his dantian, the laws began to backlash, and his meridians ruptured one after another.

Dao Heart shattered, mana out of control, deviation into demonic possession!

...

Outside the white void.

Above the Jueling Sea, the thunderclouds that had originally dissipated gathered once again.

But this time, the color of the thunderclouds was no longer the golden-purple of a heavenly tribulation, but an extremely ominous pitch-black.

That was the celestial phenomenon of a backlash from inner demons.

Li Han's physical body sat cross-legged in the cave dwelling, with blood flowing from his seven orifices simultaneously.

His First-Grade Golden Core had completely shattered, but the fragments did not transform into a Nascent Soul.

Instead, they turned into streams of extremely violent true essence, rampaging through his meridians and madly tearing apart his physical body and soul.

Deviation into demonic possession, the Great Dao collapsed.

Just at the final moment when Li Han was about to be completely incinerated by his own berserk mana.

Inside the ancient ring, that ancient remnant soul, which had grown so weak it was nearly transparent, opened its eyes.

The remnant soul looked at the disciple he had taught for over two hundred years, who was being devoured by inner demons and was burning himself to death.

A trace of extremely desolate helplessness welled up in the depths of his withered eyes.

"Foolish child."

"Why can you just not get past this hurdle..."

The remnant soul did not hesitate and burned his last remaining origin.

His soul, his memories, all traces of his existence.

At this moment, all turned into an extremely gentle golden light that surged into Li Han's sea of consciousness.

That light did not suppress the berserk true essence, nor did it repair the shattered Dao Heart.

It only did one extremely simple thing.

It forcibly pulled Li Han back from the edge of deviation into demonic possession, saving his life.

That was all.

The moment the golden light dissipated.

The last trace of soul fluctuation on the ancient ring fell completely silent.

The remnant soul vanished into smoke and clouds, not even leaving behind the qualification for reincarnation.

Only in the final moment of dissipation, a faint sigh echoed in the depths of Li Han's sea of consciousness.

"My disciple... live well."

...

In the cave dwelling in the Jueling Sea.

Li Han opened his eyes abruptly.

He was still alive.

But his cultivation level had stopped forever at the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

The Golden Core was shattered, but it did not transform into a Nascent Soul.

The Dao Heart was cracked and could never be repaired.

His First-Grade Golden Core, which he had been most proud of in his life, had been completely destroyed during the inner demon tribulation.

And his teacher.

The person who had accompanied him for two hundred years, taught him everything, and spared no effort to burn himself to save him in every desperate situation.

In order to save his life, had disappeared from this world forever.

Li Han lowered his head and looked at the dim, lusterless ancient ring on his hand.

The ring was still there, but it was empty inside, and there was nothing left.

The inner demon was right; without his teacher, he was nothing.

And he could not even refute this statement.

Because his teacher had used his final life to prove this point for him.

Until the very last moment, it was still his teacher saving him.

Li Han sat in the pitch-black cave dwelling, silent for a very, very long time.

Then, this First-Grade Golden Core Son of Fortune, who had once stirred up the winds and clouds of the Southern Wasteland and made all the major sects tremble with fear.

Shed two lines of tears silently.

He did not roar, nor did he have any thought of reshaping his true essence.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

In this heaven and earth, he no longer had any attachments.

The old house in the extreme south had long been burned to the ground by Chu Tiankuo and the others.

His father and mother were dead, and Su Wan was dead.

Now, even the teacher who was the only one in this world to protect him without reservation had left him forever.

What was the point of him striving for the Great Dao?

What could he do if he lived on?

With this broken half-step Nascent Soul body, was he to face a phantom that would only ever mock him for being a piece of trash?

He was tired, completely tired.

And even more fatally, with the dissipation of the old remnant soul.

The Heaven-Concealing Array, which was used to cover up the heavenly secrets, lost its master and instantly collapsed.

Li Han's chaotic aura from his failed breakthrough, like a bright lamp in the dark night, was exposed without any concealment beneath the sky of the entire Southern Wasteland.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In just the short time of half an incense stick.

Three Nascent Soul auras that tore through the void and carried the power to destroy heaven and earth descended above the Jueling Sea.

The Supreme Elder of the Cangxuan Sect, the Old Ancestor of the Blood Shadow Sect, and the Valley Master of the Wan Jian Valley.

The three true Nascent Soul mighty figures looked down at the disheveled and blood-stained young man below as if they were looking at ants.

"Li Han, hand over the Taihuang inheritance, and we will leave your corpse intact!"

The majestic voice shook the isolated island until it trembled.

If it had been before, with the help of his teacher, Li Han might still have been able to fight to the death and look for a chance to escape.

But at this moment, his Dao Heart was completely gone, and his desire to survive had been extinguished.

Facing the pressure of the three Nascent Soul old monsters, he did not even have the strength to look up, let alone draw his sword.

His inner demon had become reality, and his greatest trump card had vanished into smoke.

He just knelt on the ground blankly, his hands desperately protecting the pitiful powder of the ring.

Laughing and crying, mad as if insane.

"Teacher... they have come to kill me... hurry out and save me..."

Like a child who had lost protection, he instinctively called out in the desperate situation for the voice that would never appear again.

In mid-air, the three Nascent Soul old ancestors saw this, and a flash of extremely cold disdain crossed their eyes.

A madman whose Dao Heart was completely shattered was no longer worthy of them wasting their breath.

Without any hesitation, three Nascent Soul-level killing spells slammed down simultaneously.

"Boom—!"

The island sank, and the seawater flooded back in.

This Son of Fortune, who had once shaken the Southern Wasteland and been arrogant, did not even make a trace of resistance in his madness and collapse, and was completely wiped out.

Along with the Taihuang inheritance he had snatched, and that remnant treasure of the Profound Heaven, all fell into the hands of the three Nascent Soul mighty figures.