430: The nightmare ten years ago!

A wave of Divine Thought, carrying a cold command, was like a stone thrown into water, instantly crossing space and accurately transmitting to a Peak Nascent Void Ninth Layer Cultivator from Burning Sky Vein who was blending in at the edge of the crowd.

Because it was a Magic Treasure prepared in advance and not a direct sound transmission, no one noticed it.

Having completed all this, Xuan Tianhong suppressed the irritation and a faint unease in his heart, took a deep breath, turned, and was the first to step into the light gate of the third trial, the “Heart Demon Spirit Refining Prison.”

He still had some injuries that had not fully recovered, but seeing Su Lin Yun appear, he panicked slightly, so he ignored the need for rest and stepped directly into the third trial.

He had to clear the trial as quickly as possible; it would be best if he could obtain the Legacy himself!

With the Celestial Pivot Vein Master leading the way, the people behind also entered the light gate one after another, leaving only one Nascent Void Ninth Layer Cultivator outside.

Under the complex gazes of the crowd, Su Lin Yun adjusted her breathing for a moment, suppressing the surging Qi and blood and the shock in her heart.

She glanced at the light gate leading to the third trial, which emitted a terrifying, dark fluctuation, and the incredibly perilous moment from the second trial flashed through her mind.

At that moment, she truly felt death, and it still left her with lingering fear.

But very quickly, her eyes became incredibly resolute again.

No matter if the path ahead was a mountain of blades or a sea of fire, she absolutely could not stop here!

She stepped into the light gate.

Instantly, the world spun!

All sounds and sights vanished, replaced by an absolute silence and coldness.

It was as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and even her consciousness became blurry.

When her perception became clear again, an overwhelmingly nauseating smell of blood and the charred scent of burning flames, mixed with desperate cries, surged into her senses like a tide!

Echoing around her were also the dull thuds of weapons tearing through flesh and the rumbling of collapsing buildings!

Su Lin Yun suddenly opened her eyes.

A familiar courtyard!

A familiar corridor!

A familiar… scene!

This was…

Chang Sheng Pulse!

She had actually returned to the night of the sect’s destruction, ten years ago, a night of blood and fire!

Su Lin Yun’s emotions instantly underwent an extremely terrifying fluctuation, and then quickly fell into the deepest stillness.

The third trial, the Heart Demon Spirit Refining Prison!

It tests the Divine Soul of a Cultivator, using illusions to conjure the scenes that a Cultivator fears most or desires most deeply within their heart.

It makes the Cultivator unconsciously sink into it, losing themselves in endless joy.

Or, in endless pain, completely Reincarnating in resentment!

Compared to the first two trials, this one seemed gentler, but its danger level was not diminished in the slightest; once one failed to Breakthrough the illusion, they would unconsciously perish.

Su Lin Yun had completely forgotten the Saint Lord Inheritance and that she was undergoing a trial; in her memory, she was still just an eleven-year-old girl.

The illusion of this third trial was terrifyingly real.

She was no longer a Nascent Void Third Layer Cultivator, but had reverted to that fearful, helpless little girl of only eleven years old, with low cultivation!

Dressed in clothes stained with dust and blood, she shivered, hiding at the foot of the back mountain.

Before her eyes was a Shura slaughterhouse, a living hell!

Her kind and amiable uncle, who usually taught her to Cultivate, was cut in half by a sharp blade of light, his internal organs spilling onto the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with unwillingness and fear.

He struggled on the ground a few times, then his breath ceased.

Her Senior Sister, who was always so gentle to her, was surrounded by several black-clad figures.

She resisted fiercely, her sword light flashing, but she was struck in the back by an icy palm wind, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, falling softly, and then immediately dismembered by a flurry of blades!

The loyal Spirit Beast of the protective compound, a massive Azure-Scaled Tiger, roared as it lunged at the enemy, but its head was pierced by a chain entwined with flames, and its huge body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust…

And her parents…

Her parents, once Prodigies of the Chang Sheng Pulse, how spirited they were back then, vowing to glorify the Chang Sheng Pulse, but tonight, facing the encirclement of the Six Veins, they bravely fought the enemy!

But in the end, they were outnumbered and died tragically in the ancestral temple of the Chang Sheng Pulse.

These scenes were all imprinted in Su Lin Yun’s eyes and carved into her heart.

Flames soared into the sky, reflecting the hideous faces of the enemies and the desperate eyes of her fellow disciples.

Houses were burning, pillars were collapsing, and the air was filled with the scent of death and destruction.

“No… no…”

Su Lin Yun wanted to rush out, to fight alongside them, to save even one person!

But her body was as if bound by invisible chains, too heavy to move, only able to emit weak whimpers.

Immense fear, like a cold viper, coiled around her heart, tightening its grip.

She was pinned to the spot, watching helplessly as familiar figures fell one by one, watching people who were incredibly important in her life being ruthlessly cut down before her eyes.

Sorrow, anger, powerlessness, and bone-deep fear intertwined, almost tearing and drowning her sanity completely.

She was trapped.

Trapped in this deepest nightmare.

The midnight awakenings of the past ten years were not even one-thousandth as real and cruel as this moment!

The illusion was evolving, amplifying her deepest fears.

The sounds of battle gradually subsided.

The entire Chang Sheng Pulse was littered with corpses, blood flowing like rivers.

The burning ruins were the only backdrop.

Finally, only she and one person remained.

Her Master, ChangSheng Sect Leader Liang Xingchao.

At this moment, Liang Xingchao no longer had any trace of his former immortal demeanor.

He was covered in blood, his once flowing long hair matted to his face with gore, his Daoist robe tattered, revealing bone-deep wounds.

He was barely clinging to life, leaning on a broken longsword, just managing not to fall.

But he still moved his body with difficulty, fiercely protecting Su Lin Yun behind him, his eyes incredibly weary, yet burning with the last vestiges of unyielding spirit and the will to protect.

In the real memory, it was the Celestial Pivot Vein Master Xuan Tianhong’s conspiracy and deliberate leniency that allowed Liang Xingchao to use the Chang Sheng Pulse’s ten-thousand-year arrangement at the last moment, leading Su Lin Yun to carve a bloody path and ultimately escape to safety.

But in this Heart Demon Spirit Refining Prison, there was no conspiracy, no scheming, only the most direct and ruthless eradication!

The “Xuan Tianhong” in the illusion finally appeared.

This was the culprit behind the Six Vein Alliance’s siege on the Chang Sheng Pulse!

He wore the magnificent Daoist robe of the Celestial Pivot Vein Master, his face utterly calm, his eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if everything happening now had nothing to do with him.

A longsword instantly appeared in his right hand, and then he walked step by step towards the last Master and disciple duo.