518: The cruel truth!

Every time he heard these words before, he would gently pat Ling'er's head with a smile and softly say, "Yes! Ling'er is the best!"

But this time, he abruptly pushed Ling'er away, pushing her away resolutely.

The force was so great that Ling'er staggered back a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

Ling'er was stunned, her large eyes filled with grievance and confusion; this was the first time her brother had treated her like this, and she didn't understand what she had done wrong.

She quickly got up, wanting to go to her brother and ask for clarification, but what greeted her was only a wave of unfeeling spiritual energy, blocking her in place, and the heavily closed door, like a chasm, completely separating the siblings.

From then on, the relationship between the siblings took a sharp turn for the worse.

He became increasingly indifferent to Ling'er, even showing deliberate aloofness and disgust; he didn't miss any opportunity to hurt Ling'er.

He had thought it through: this was their fate... they couldn't resist, so he would leave the hope of life to Ling'er... let her hate him, let her personally cut him down, let her obtain the Supreme Immortal of Unfeeling Path; this was the best ending for him...

Since he couldn't accompany her, he would personally send her to the highest point...

That time, he finally felt that all the preparations were in place, so he deliberately exposed his information to his enemies, drawing their pursuit.

During their escape, he led her to the edge of the Youming Barrier... Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he personally pushed Ling'er in front of their enemies.

Watching Ling'er's disbelieving gaze, he remained expressionless, but only he knew that his heart had already completely shattered into dust.

He took one last look at his sister, then turned and left; he clearly knew that Netherworld Supreme was watching from behind, and all of this was done for him to see.

After doing all this, he didn't go far, but found a burial place for himself and waited quietly.

He knew that the ten thousand years in the Legacy were but a fleeting moment in the outside world.

As expected, not long after, his sister finally came before him, filled with endless hatred.

But all he could do was personally and completely extinguish the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

The moment the sword light flashed, time seemed to stand still; he recalled his life, which had its beauty, but more often, it was filled with pain...

In that instant before death, he finally felt a long-lost sense of ease...

"It's good..."

"Ling'er has finally obtained the Supreme Dao, and her future cultivation path will be smooth; I have finally died, and my death was worthwhile... If there is a next life, I hope not to be human..."

If anyone is to blame for everything, then blame me.

Back then, in the Spiritual Illusion Ruins, he should never have believed that voice:

"Come... I can give you all the power for revenge..."

...

The scene abruptly ended there; the Three Lives Mirror had retracted all its aura, its tracing had concluded, and that life belonging to her brother had ended.

Ling'er herself was very clear about what happened next.

She decisively underwent the three tribulations, spending a hundred years, and finally achieved the True Immortal fruit position!

Ling'er stood blankly before the Three Lives Mirror, the images in the mirror like sharp blades, mercilessly piercing deep into her Soul.

Years ago, her brother's seemingly treacherous actions actually had such an inside story...

He had also received the Legacy of Netherworld Supreme, but he was unwilling to take that step of severing emotions and love, unwilling to personally kill himself, so he refused!

Everything was Netherworld Supreme's doing from behind the scenes, ruining them, the siblings!

Weighing the pros and cons, he chose to suppress his true emotions, enduring the misunderstanding and hatred of the person he loved most, just to pave a path for her to reach the peak.

And she... was completely unaware, and after obtaining the Legacy, driven by her inner resentment... she personally cut down her brother.

The truth, like a surging tide, completely overwhelmed her; pain and despair raged wildly in her heart.

"No, no... This isn't real... Brother, brother... What have I done!"

Ling'er's voice trembled, filled with endless grief, as if it would shatter this heaven and earth.

"Ah!!!"

Her tears streamed uncontrollably, her hands frantically tore at her hair, and her body trembled violently.

Her brother's voice, appearance, and smile constantly flashed in her mind; every moment they spent together now became a source of endless pain for her.

Every scene was like a sharp knife, plunged into the deepest part of her heart.

She hated Netherworld Supreme, but she hated herself even more...

In this extreme pain, Ling'er inevitably fell into a state of madness.

She roared to the sky, her voice as mournful as a wounded beast, venting the unspeakable remorse in her heart.

Her eyes turned crimson with anger and sorrow, staring fixedly at the Void Realm, at the direction of the Netherworld.

Overwhelming hatred emanated from her, filling the entire space, as if to turn this world into ashes.

"Brother... you went to great lengths to make me obtain that Supreme Unfeeling Dao... But this Dao, which was attained by killing you, how ridiculous it is..."

Lu Hao, standing to the side, looked at the crazed Ling'er and shook his head helplessly, thinking, what a twisted fate... He couldn't help but feel sympathy for her; both of them possessed terrifying talents.

This could be seen from the fact that both of them successfully passed through the so-called Youming Barrier.

Originally, if Netherworld Supreme had not interfered, the two siblings, relying on their talents, would most likely have advanced rapidly, and avenging their parents' great grudge would have been such a good ending.

Alas... In all matters of the world, where is there an 'if'?

"Ling'er, you..."

Just as Lu Hao was about to say something, he suddenly saw something that made his pupils contract!

All ten of her fingertips began to condense with a dark purple Nether Flame; that was Immortal Rank Nether Flame, capable of incinerating all things!

The moment the Nether Flame appeared, she unhesitatingly grabbed towards her Dantian.

The Soul Flame, upon touching her skin, burrowed into her Meridians like a persistent gangrene, gradually enveloping the True Immortal fruit position within her body.

The True Immortal fruit position, condensed from three thousand Origins, seemed to be humming, as if resisting the will of the Nether Immortal, making a final struggle, but it was useless.

Countless profound runes continuously peeled off from the fruit position, transforming into streaks of light that rushed towards her limbs and bones; each streak of light brought a pain that tore at her Divine Soul.

Ling'er gritted her teeth, black blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, yet she still did not stop her actions.