316: The flawed jade is the king (55)

Wang Yun stepped into the portal emitting a seven-colored aura.

The next moment, the scene before his eyes changed.

There was no starry sky battlefield, nor were there any guardian imprints.

There was only a soft, warm light.

The light enveloped him; there was no killing intent, but rather a comforting, intoxicating sense of ease.

The Heart Demon ordeal arrived silently.

Wang Yun's Heart Heavy Pupils instantly saw through the essence of this illusion.

"This is far inferior to the Heavenly Dao Heart Demon's methods from the ninth life."

He smiled disdainfully in his heart.

But he did not immediately shatter the illusion.

He chose to sink into it.

It was not to test his Dao Heart, nor was it to find a flaw.

He just... wanted to feel it once more.

The scene began to shift.

He became Lin Yun of the first life, like an ephemeral mayfly that lives in the morning and dies at dusk.

His Family was not destroyed; he settled down peacefully in Panshi City. Time felt infinitely stretched in his perception. His wife, Su Yueyao, leaned closely against him, the slight touch on his shoulder and the babbling of his son, Lin Dong, brought him unprecedented peace.

The light and shadow shifted again.

He became Si Yun of the sixth life.

The refreshing fragrance of herbs permeated the Pill Valley. He sat beside his Revered Master, Divine Alchemist Mo, clumsily processing a stalk of Spirit Medicine.

There was no pursuit and no wandering. Revered Master's voice was gentle and patient, teaching him hand-on-hand to distinguish medicinal properties.

Not far away, Pill King Cang Yu and Pill King Qianyuan were arguing red-faced over a Pill Formula. When they saw him, they would wave him over to judge, their eyes full of the affection elders have for Juniors, without a hint of the greed that treated him as a medicine human.

He was just an ordinary Disciple devoted to the Dao of Alchemy, enjoying the joy of seeking knowledge and the care of his teachers.

The illusion flowed on.

He became Quan Yun of the seventh life.

He could feel his hands filled with strength; the sword in his hand was no longer his only reliance.

Beside him, The Cripple Master's legs were healed, and he was practicing swordsmanship with him, occasionally letting out full-throated scoldings filled with concern.

In the courtyard, Sister Yu was humming a tune while drying clothes. Her chronic illness had long been cured, and her smile was bright.

Under the eaves, his mother sat with his father, Quan Batian. His father was no longer that majestic Family head, but just an ordinary, loving father who would show a proud smile because of his son's progress in swordsmanship.

He sheathed his sword and ran towards them; the whole Family was happy and harmonious.

Next was Jun Yun of the eighth life.

He opened his eyes; the world was clear and colorful. He could see his mother smiling at him, her eyes without a trace of sadness or despair; she had not been ordered to death.

He was still that high and mighty Great Jun Divine Son. Beside him, You Chen had an arm around his shoulder, animatedly describing how he had found another Opportunity and risen against the heavens.

There was no hatred between them, only the most sincere friendship.

Because of their relationship, the two ancient rival Divine Dynasties finally let go of their grudges and jointly created a peaceful and prosperous age.

He could feel the glory of being the ruler of a Divine Dynasty and the pride of standing side by side with a close friend.

The scene changed again, returning to the ninth life.

He became Gu Yun, but all the heavy burdens had been lifted from his shoulders.

There was no oppression of the Dharma-Ending Age, nor the loneliness of Punish Heaven.

Clan Brother Gu Zhan was laughing, pulling him to the Family's Training Ground for a match. They went back and forth, heartily and thoroughly.

They Cultivated together and adventured together, becoming the most dazzling twin stars of the Gu Family, enjoying the aura of Geniuses and the support of their Family.

Finally.

The illusion froze at the tenth life.

He returned to that valley, back to Old Mo's side.

He could feel the warmth and strength in his chest; there was no hollow wound, and the Supreme Bone was safe and sound.

He was intelligent and healthy.

They followed Old Mo to practice medicine and save lives, becoming famous divine doctors within a hundred miles.

He could feel the gratitude of patients after being healed and hear the clear voices of children following behind him, affectionately calling him "Little Divine Doctor."

Under the sunset, in front of the thatched cottage.

Wang Yun and Old Mo sat opposite each other; a pot of clear tea and two small dishes were placed on the stone table.

He brewed the tea himself, and he picked the vegetables from the back of the mountain.

Old Mo stroked his beard and looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of affection and relief.

This was the happiness of an ordinary person that he had never possessed.

Wang Yun's heart, at this moment, was more peaceful than ever before.

He closed his eyes, enjoying this brief moment of warmth.

He greedily savored this fake warmth, feeling the peace brought by every heartbeat.

"Reincarnating for ten lives, I have severed too much and missed too much."

"Even if my Dao Heart is like iron, I am still human after all..."

He indulged himself, releasing all the exhaustion, regrets, and desires of these tens of thousands of years in this false illusion, as a recollection of his past "humanity" and a final farewell.

An unknown amount of time passed.

When the sunset in the illusion was about to fall and the last ray of twilight spilled onto Old Mo's kind face.

Wang Yun slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up.

"The dream should end now."

The warmth and nostalgia in his eyes vanished instantly.

Replaced by the determination of Punish Heaven and coldness.

"Sever Self."

He whispered softly.

An invisible Sword Intent struck out fiercely from the deepest part of his Divine Soul.

This sword did not strike an enemy or the illusion.

Instead, it severed his last bit of attachment to all the beauty of the past.

Crack.

The entire warm and beautiful illusory world shattered inch by inch, dissipating into points of light.

As the light points scattered, Wang Yun found himself in a brand-new world.

This place was no longer a traditional star, but an ancient continent so vast it was unimaginable, floating within the endless Chaos Qi.

The air was filled with "Holy Dao Power" so dense it had almost materialized.

Wang Yun just took a light breath and felt his already Perfected Dao Fruit produce a yearning resonance.

"A good place."

Wang Yun immediately judged that the power here could greatly accelerate the gestation of the "dao lotus."

This place was the supreme treasure land that those in the Saint Realm dreamed of.

He did not linger, following the direction where the Holy Dao Power was densest, walking unhurriedly towards the depths of the continent.

Finally, at the end of the continent, a huge platform paved with ancient Star Stones appeared before his eyes.

Several figures had already gathered on the platform.

Wang Yun's gaze swept across them.

Chen You, dressed in green, sat cross-legged in a corner, surrounded by phantom images of a hundred birds. His aura perfectly merged with this world, making him unfathomable.

Ye Chen, carrying that unsheathed ancient sword on his back, closed his eyes to rest. His whole being was like a peerless divine weapon with a hidden edge, his Sword Intent cold and sharp.

That barefoot, blind Sword Cultivator stood quietly at the edge of the platform, eyes tightly shut. His Heart Sword Intent was restrained to the extreme, as if he had merged into one with the ancient earth beneath his feet.

That Hundred Flowers Maiden, who called herself the Emperor of Flora, was surrounded by falling petals, forming her own Domain. Her temperament was noble, like a true deity.

Besides them, there were several other Ancient Freaks with equally terrifying auras and varied forms.

Some had three eyes opening and closing, with divine light flowing.

Some had dragon horns on their heads, surrounded by True Dragon Qi.

They were all waiting quietly, clearly demarcated from one another.

Although the scene was silent, their auras were already clashing in secret.

Everyone regarded each other as their greatest opponent on the Path to Emperorhood.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

Wang Yun's arrival did not cause much of a stir.

Here, any words were redundant.

Only strength was the sole passport.

Wang Yun found an empty spot, sat down cross-legged as well, and began to adapt to the Holy Dao Power of this place.

Just then.

Everyone seemed to sense something and raised their heads in unison.

Wang Yun also followed everyone's gaze.

In the very center of the platform, within the chaotic Void Realm.

A dao platform, ancient and weathered, swirling with endless Chaos Qi, was slowly emerging from the void.

Above the dao platform, a blurry phantom of a throne flickered in and out of existence.

The throne emitted an ultimate majesty that reigned over all Daos.

It seemed to be waiting.

Waiting for its one and only true Master throughout the ages.