126: Chapter 126 Lin Aotian's Dao Heart Collapses

Lin Aotian's brows were furrowed tightly together.

He had considered countless possibilities: perhaps it was a world-shaking killing formation laid by Nangong Xue, or an ambush by a coalition of other Central Region forces.

But he never imagined that the one sitting here waiting for him would be such an ant.

“I'm asking you a question. Are you mute?”

Dark gold spiritual energy surged around Lin Aotian, and the pressure of the Peak Mahayana Stage crashed down toward the square table like a mountain.

“Where is that bitch Nangong Xue hiding? A piece of trash like you, who hasn't even crossed the threshold of cultivation, is fit to sit before this seat and drink tea?”

He raised his foot, intending to crush this eyesore of a waste along with the table into meat paste.

“Great Genius Lin, after staying up there for a few years, has your brain been addled by the Immortal Qi?”

Su Yun ignored the terrifying pressure pressing down from above and unhurriedly set down the celadon teacup in his hand.

The bottom of the cup hit the tabletop with a crisp sound.

In that soft sound, the young man's originally delicate and sickly features began to distort and change violently like ripples on water.

His bones lengthened, and his face was reshaped. In just a breath, the face belonging to 'Lin Chen' vanished.

What was revealed was a face with sharp angles, exuding an air of wickedness and coldness.

Su Yun raised his eyes, his lips curling into a playful arc.

“Lin Aotian, long time no see.”

That familiar voice, that unforgettable face.

Lin Aotian's foot, suspended in mid-air, suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank.

“Su Yun?!”

Lin Aotian was shocked and let out an incredulous interrogation.

“This is impossible! Under the Demon Slaying Order, you should have been hacked into pieces, your Divine Soul completely destroyed! How could you possibly still be alive?!”

This was completely beyond his understanding.

Previously, he had slaughtered the entire Su Family and driven Su Yun to a dead end.

How could a person whose Dantian was completely destroyed, who was like a stray dog, have survived?

“Surprised?”

Su Yun stood up, brushed a tea stain from his sleeve, and adopted an indifferent and relaxed posture.

“Who told those lackeys of yours to be so unreliable? My life was tough enough to last until now.”

After the shock, a strong sense of humiliation instantly drowned Lin Aotian's rationality.

He had actually been toyed with by a defeated opponent who should have been dead!

“So what if you luckily didn't die!”

Lin Aotian's face darkened.

“Since you're in a hurry to be reincarnated, this seat will kill you again today! I'll let you know that the gap between us is an insurmountable chasm!”

Boom!

Thunderous roars echoed from within Lin Aotian's body as he pushed the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body to its limit.

A dark gold halo, so thick it was almost solid, covered his entire body. Even the incomplete Heavenly Dao Laws of the Lower Realm wailed at this moment, shaken by this violent power.

“Die!”

The ground beneath Lin Aotian's feet exploded.

He turned into a dark gold meteor, tearing through the air with a momentum that could move mountains and seas, punching directly toward Su Yun's face.

He was confident that this punch was enough to instantly kill any Cultivator in the Lower Realm!

Su Yun stood in place with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of dodging.

Just as that world-destroying punch was only three inches from the tip of his nose, a cold golden light flashed in his eyes.

Word Spirit Law: Absolute Defense.

Buzz!

Lin Aotian's fist suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it had hit an invisible Wall of Cosmic Sighs.

The violent dark gold spiritual energy poured out frantically, yet it couldn't even ruffle a single strand of hair on Su Yun's forehead.

“What?!”

Lin Aotian's eyes widened, feeling as though his fist had struck an unshakeable divine iron.

The counter-shock force caused the bones in his right arm to make a tooth-aching 'creak' sound.

“Impossible! I Cultivate the supreme divine technique of the Upper Realm. Even if suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, it's definitely not something an ant of the Lower Realm like you can block!”

Lin Aotian roared madly, a trace of suspicion and fear flashing in his eyes.

“A secret treasure! You must be hiding a top-tier protective secret treasure capable of withstanding an Immortal-Ascension strike!”

Extremely conceited, he would never admit that Su Yun had blocked this strike with his own strength.

“Secret treasure?”

Su Yun looked at him like he was an idiot, a cruel smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“To hit a wild dog like you, do I even need a secret treasure?”

Before he finished speaking, his right hand suddenly rose. There was no spiritual energy light, no grand momentum, just an ordinary slap thrown out.

But under the enhancement of the Word Spirit Law, this palm was unavoidable.

Slap!

The crisp and loud sound of a slap echoed through the ruins.

Lin Aotian only felt an irresistible destructive force explode on his left cheek.

The protective dark gold halo shattered like glass instantly, and the bones on half of his face caved in directly.

His entire body was like a cannonball fired from a barrel, flying sideways for hundreds of feet.

With a 'boom,' he smashed into a dilapidated mountain Peak, creating a bottomless giant pit.

“Cough, cough...”

In the giant pit, Lin Aotian coughed up large mouthfuls of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, his mind a total blank.

How is this possible? One slap? He was actually sent flying by a single slap?

The intense sense of disparity almost made Lin Aotian's heart stop.

Enduring the intense pain, he tried to forcibly circulate the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body to stand up.

However, as soon as the spiritual energy circulated—

“Pfft!”

Another large mouthful of blood was spat out. He discovered in horror that his originally indestructible Meridians...

At this moment, were in excruciating pain, as if being sliced by countless fiery blades.

The spiritual energy had completely reversed and was out of control!

Cultivation Technique backlash!

Lin Aotian slumped among the rubble, uncontrollable fear finally surging in his heart. He suddenly turned his head and roared toward the sky.

“Qing Yu! Kill him! Quickly use your trump card to kill him!”

In mid-air, the sweetness on Ye Qingyu's face vanished instantly.

Those clear eyes turned blood-red in an instant, and a strange black Qi carrying extreme Chaos and depravity erupted from her body.

“Whoever dares to harm my Brother Aotian, I will turn them into flower fertilizer!”

Ye Qingyu let out a sharp, non-human shriek, and a strange bone blade dripping with black blood appeared in her hand.

She turned into a bolt of black lightning, lunging straight for the back of Su Yun's neck.

That aura made even the Heavenly Dao tremble.

However, Su Yun didn't even turn his head.

“Presumptuous.”

A voice as cold as the ice of the Nine Heavens suddenly exploded over the ruins.

Space rippled like water, and Luo Bingyan, dressed in a plain white palace dress, appeared behind Su Yun without any warning.

Her beautiful face was covered in frost as she lightly raised her jade hand and pressed down.

Boom!

The vast pressure belonging to a superior being poured down without reservation.

Ye Qingyu's forward-charging figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

With a muffled 'thud,' this Saintess of the Star-Moon Holy Land was smashed rawly into the hard rock layer.

Her hands and feet were pinned flat, unable to move an inch, leaving only beast-like growls coming from her throat.

Luo Bingyan looked down at Ye Qingyu, her elegant brows furrowed slightly. A hint of gravity flashed in her eyes as she sent a voice transmission to Su Yun.

“Senior Brother, this woman's Physique is extremely unusual. It seems some kind of turbid forbidden object is sealed within her body; instead, she looks like a cauldron being nurtured by a great evil from the Upper Realm.”

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Su Yun's eyes. He nodded slightly and turned his gaze back to Lin Aotian in the giant pit.

The scene of Ye Qingyu being suppressed in a second completely shattered Lin Aotian's final psychological defense.

His whole body trembled, his eyes full of despair.

How could it be like this?

Why was this waste Su Yun accompanied by such a terrifying woman, whom even a glance at made one's Divine Soul tremble?

In his desperation, Lin Aotian seemed to grasp at the last straw, staring fixedly at Liu Qingyan, who had been standing at the back, dressed in snow-white clothes.

“Senior Sister! Senior Sister, save me!”

Lin Aotian was like a stray dog begging for its master's pity, his voice shrill and hoarse.

“Quickly use the Realm-Breaking Talisman given by the Sect! Let's go together! Take me back to the Upper Realm!”

That was his last ray of light, and his most trusted confidante.

Liu Qingyan stood in the wind, her white dress fluttering, her temperament as cold as an immortal.

Looking at Lin Aotian slumped in the pit like mud, she gave a sarcastic smile.

Then, under Lin Aotian's hopeful gaze, she moved her jade legs.

One step, two steps.

She didn't walk toward Lin Aotian, but instead walked light-footedly to Su Yun's side.

Then, under Lin Aotian's suddenly widened pupils.

This cold and arrogant Senior Sister of the Wanfa Immortal Sect acted like the most humble and submissive maidservant.

She took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from her storage ring and stood slightly on her tiptoes.

With movements so gentle they could melt water, she wiped away a speck of dust from Su Yun's jaw.

“Su Yun, this scumbag didn't hurt you, did he?”

Liu Qingyan's eyes were like autumn pools, her voice soft and sweet. Where was there any trace of coldness?

Crack.

In Lin Aotian's mind, it felt as if something had completely shattered.

“Sen... Senior Sister?”

He gaped foolishly, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, his eyes terrifyingly hollow.

“You... How could you...”

The woman he swore to marry, his most trusted reliance. She was now snuggling by the side of his mortal enemy?

“Is it hard to understand?”

Su Yun reached out and unscrupulously pulled Liu Qingyan's slender waist into his arms, his fingertip tilting up her chin.

Liu Qingyan leaned obediently against Su Yun's chest, her gaze toward Lin Aotian instantly turning from tenderness to extreme disgust and mockery.

“Lin Aotian, you didn't really think you were some kind of brilliant Prodigy, did you?”

Su Yun let go of his hand and looked down, appreciating Lin Aotian's collapsed expression, each word piercing the heart.

“The Wanfa Immortal Sect's core Legacy that you take so much pride in—why do you think you were able to Cultivate it so smoothly?”

Su Yun sneered, a shimmering Jade Slip between his fingertips, which he casually tossed onto Lin Aotian's face.

The Jade Slip rolled to the ground, the aura emanating from it sharing the same source as the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body within Lin Aotian.

However, the aura in the Jade Slip was perfect and flawless, while the one in Lin Aotian's body was full of tyranny and deathly stillness.

“That is a death warrant I personally tailored for you and had your dear Senior Sister deliver to your hands.”

Su Yun's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, flaying Lin Aotian's Soul.

“As long as you use even a trace of spiritual energy, this technique will plant a fatal pressure point in your body. Severed Meridians are just the beginning.”

Lies, betrayal, crushing defeat.

Pride was pulverized, faith was stripped away, even the love he thought he had was just a carefully planned joke.

“Ah!!!”

Lin Aotian suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, mostly internal organ fragments.

With disheveled hair and his originally handsome face distorted into a mess, he frantically beat the ground at the bottom of the pit, letting out a blood-curdling roar.

“Fake! It's all fake! Su Yun! I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!!!”

He had completely lost his mind, his Dao Heart collapsing at this moment until not even a fragment remained.

“How boring.”

Looking at Lin Aotian, who only knew how to vent his incompetent rage, a trace of boredom flashed in Su Yun's eyes.

The game was over; it was time to harvest the final value.

He slowly raised his hand, lightning flickering in his palm, preparing to destroy him body and Soul.

Sizzle—!

Just as the lightning in Su Yun's palm was about to fall!

The Void Realm behind Lin Aotian was torn open without any warning, revealing a terrifying black crack ten thousand feet long.

A Chaos aura, enough to destroy heaven and earth and ignore all Law suppression in the Lower Realm, surged out from within.

Immediately after, a massive hand wrapped in endless Chaos currents reached out boldly from the depths of the crack!

This massive hand directly ignored all the Word Spirit Seals Su Yun had placed in this area.

It grabbed Lin Aotian, who was still roaring madly in the pit, and dragged him roughly into the crack like picking up an ant.

The crack closed rapidly, and a majestic, cold voice, seemingly from an ancient deity...

Followed the closing gap, echoing through the entire sky of the Lower Realm, causing the world to lose its color.

“This boy, this seat shall protect!”