As Zixiao Patriarch finished his words, the air in the hall seemed to freeze, and an indescribable pressure enveloped Rong Lin and Rong Qi. They closed their eyes again, ready to face the upcoming unknown challenge.
Rong Lin felt his vision go dark, as if he were being drawn into an endless abyss. He tried to catch a glimmer of light with his eyes, but all around him was chaos, pitch black. In this boundless darkness, he felt an unprecedented loneliness and fear, as if he had been abandoned by the world.
At that moment, a shrill, ghostly cry rang out, piercing his eardrums and piercing the depths of his soul. The cry was filled with despair and helplessness, like a forsaken soul struggling in the darkness. Rong Lin's heart tightened, and he followed the sound, his steps seeming especially heavy in the darkness.
Gradually, he saw a blurry figure huddled in a corner, tears streaming down his face like beads from a broken string. Rong Lin's heartbeat quickened, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. When he got closer, he was stunned—the figure was actually his sister, Rong Yue, who had died of illness in childhood.
Rong Yue still looked like the innocent little girl in his memory, with tear marks on her face and sadness in her eyes.
A strong emotion surged in Rong Lin's heart. He wanted to go forward, hug his sister tightly in his arms, comfort her, and tell her that everything would be fine.
But when he stretched out his hand, he found himself bound by invisible shackles and unable to move.
He anxiously called out his sister's name, his voice echoing in the darkness, but he received no response. At this moment, the figure suddenly raised its head, revealing a distorted face.
It was no longer Rong Yue's appearance, but a hideous face filled with malice and hatred. She screamed and rushed towards Rong Lin, her eyes burning with blazing fire, as if she wanted to devour him.
Rong Lin was horrified. He tried to dodge, but the invisible force held him firmly in place. He could only watch helplessly as the figure pounced on him and began to bite him.
Rong Lin couldn't help but scream loudly when the severe pain came. His heart was filled with fear and despair.
However, at this critical moment, a powerful force suddenly surged out of him. It was the courage and tenacity deep in his heart, and his love and responsibility for his family.
This power erupted like a volcano, sweeping away the fear and despair in his body. He roared, using all his strength to shatter the evil force.
When Rong Lin opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the main hall. He was breathing heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat. His heart was filled with both fear and relief. He knew that he had just conquered the fear and resentment deep within himself.
Meanwhile, Rong Qi was caught in his own inner trials. He found himself in a sea of fire, surrounded by blazing flames and billowing smoke. He cried out, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the flames. He tried to find a way out, but the walls of fire seemed alive, closing in on him.
Rong Qi's heart was filled with despair and fear. He felt as if he had been teased by fate and thrown into an inescapable desperate situation. At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the flames suddenly became more intense.
He felt a powerful force sweeping him up, sending him flying deeper into the sea of fire. Helplessness and despair filled his heart, as he knew if he didn't find a way to break free, he would be burned to ashes by the flames.
But at this critical moment, Rong Qi's mind suddenly flashed back to a series of images. He saw the days when he and Rong Lin fought side by side in the Celestial Realm, facing powerful enemies together and dedicating countless sweat and blood to the peace of the Celestial Realm. He saw himself sacrificing everything to protect the Celestial Realm. These images were like a spring, nourishing his parched heart.
He took a deep breath, and an unprecedented strength surged in his heart. He shouted loudly: "I can't die like this! I will fight for the heavens! I will fight for everything I love!" As he shouted, the flames on his body suddenly went out.
He opened his eyes and saw that he was still standing in the hall. A resolute smile appeared on his face, and he knew that he had defeated his inner demon.
When Rong Lin and Rong Qi appeared before Zixiao Patriarch again, their eyes shone with a more determined light. Their temperaments also underwent subtle changes, becoming more calm and confident.
Patriarch Zixiao looked at them, a glint of approval in his eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "Very good, you have all passed the second level. Next, it's the final level. But remember, the true test is often hidden in the most insignificant details. Are you ready?"
Rong Lin and Rong Qi smiled at each other, their eyes filled with determination and fearlessness. They knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, as long as they worked hand in hand, nothing could stop them from moving forward.
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