“We know, but we just want to make it up to him,” Su Youxue said, crying.
“But have you ever considered that what he needs isn’t your compensation?” Murong Xuanqiu said.
"You make it sound nice, but aren't you also always revolving around your senior brother?" Su Youxue retorted, unconvinced.
“I have never hurt him,” Murong Xuanqiu said.
Su Youxue hesitated, then recounted the memories she had seen in the Sky-Gazing Mirror. Murong Xuanqiu bit her red lips, tears streaming down her face.
No wonder Senior Brother Lin has become so cold, as if he's a completely different person.
It turns out that he later encountered so many hardships, yet he did not transfer his resentment towards Long Aotian to his junior sister, which shows his magnanimity.
Lin Fan traversed the void. Due to the frenzied attack on the western part of Zhongzhou by the demonic path, most of Baihua County had fallen. The demonic army was approaching Sisheng County, intending to join forces to conquer Sisheng County in one fell swoop.
Given the dire situation, Leng Xingyue volunteered to lead Qin Wunian to resist the demon army and withstand the pressure on the Four Saints County.
The area they were guarding was suddenly besieged by demons, who moved with incredible speed and agility, catching the people of all sects off guard.
When he arrived at the scene, the evil spirits had already retreated. His divine sense detected Leng Xingyue's aura in a secret room, and he immediately transformed into a stream of light and rushed into the secret room.
The walls and floor of the secret chamber were stained red, and the room was filled with corpses, including powerful figures from the Central Plains Daoist lineage and powerful figures from the demonic path.
Qin Wunian and Gongsun Yulong lay on the ground, lifeless.
Leng Xingyue was pinned to the wall by a sword, her heart pierced through. Lin Fan squinted; it was Long Aotian's sword.
Clearly, Long Aotian had deliberately left it for him to see. When Lin Fan arrived at Leng Xingyue's side, he discovered that her soul had also been drained.
"Mission failed!"
The system panel still displayed those four words. He reached out to help Leng Xingyue fix her hair when suddenly a beam of light containing a powerful sword intent shot into his mind with lightning speed from between her eyebrows.
"The sword is not a weapon of violence; the human heart is. When the heart is upright, the sword shines; when the sword shines, the Way is achieved."
At this moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of sword intent, his heart and sword became one, and his sword heart was perfected.
"The perfection of the sword heart is not the ultimate achievement of the sword, but the ultimate achievement of the heart."
A brief message flashed through his mind; it was the last message Leng Xingyue had left for him.
Lin Fan led the three back. The Qingxiao Sect was filled with weeping. The three major sects in the Northern Region had suffered heavy losses recently, with nearly 80% of their high-level members killed in battle, and those who survived were either injured or crippled.
Finally, under the leadership of Sect Leader Zhao Kuo, all those who had perished in the battle of the Tianqingxiao Sect were bid farewell.
His hair had turned white, as if he had entered his twilight years. His fellow disciples had been with him for hundreds of years, but the cruelty of a war had taken them all away.
In the time that followed, the demonic path suddenly stopped its fierce attacks. In this battle, they lost just as many powerful warriors as the immortal sects.
Lin Fan continued feeding the Thundercloud Lion, and no one knew what he was trying to do.
"Senior Brother, do you really want to watch us all perish without feeling sad?"
Chu Yunying walked over, snatched the spiritual fruit from his hand, and asked.
In just one month, Junior Sister was gone, Master and Qin Wunian were gone, and Hua Nongyue had disappeared without a trace, leaving only three people on Youzhu Peak.
“They’re all dead, and you still won’t forgive them?” she cried.
"When people die, all grudges are forgotten; there's no point in talking about forgiveness or not."
Lin Fan shifted his gaze and said calmly.
"If Long Aotian's next target is Senior Sister Youxue, or me, or Senior Sister Xuanqiu, are you really that indifferent?"
Seeing him like this, Chu Yunying's tears streamed down her face, and she felt as if her breath was being cut by a knife.
"Fourth Junior Sister, if we want to survive in this chaotic world, we should first improve our cultivation level," Lin Fan said.
Only by raising one's cultivation level and gaining the ability to protect oneself can one slay demons and avenge oneself.
"I'm going into seclusion to undergo my tribulation. Junior sister, you should find a way to break through to the tribulation stage."
After saying this, he spoke to Murong Xuanqiu, Su Youxue, and Fengxi separately, gave them a few words of advice, and then chose to go into seclusion.
The Demon Lord is the strongest force among the demonic cultivators. Even if I cannot break through to the Great Emperor level to fight the Demon Lord in a short time, I must at least be invincible at the Tribulation Transcending stage.
"Host, are you planning to bring the Nine Tribulations with you?" the system asked.
Lin Fan's recent actions have left one wondering what he's planning. His expression remains unchanged, as if none of the events that have occurred concern him.
"That's right!"
He sat quietly on the Four Sacred Mountains, gazing at the swirling stars, and asked in bewilderment, "The actions of the Dragon Pride System are those of a true villain, so why are you a villainous system?"
"The victor is king, the loser is villain!" the system said.
Lin Fan chuckled, looking at the scenery below the mountain, feeling relieved.
The loser is the villain, and since the dog system has lost so many times, it's naturally the villain.
He looked up at the sky, where the clouds gradually turned from white to black, with flashes of lightning appearing in the distance.
With a deafening clap of thunder, dark clouds rolled across the sky, and lightning bolts snaked across the landscape, instantly enveloping the entire Cloud Hidden Mountains in an apocalyptic scene.
The clouds in the sky transformed into a vortex shape, and countless bolts of lightning began to converge and take shape.
The first lightning bolt crashed down with devastating force, striking directly at Lin Fan's head.
Lin Fan remained motionless, his true essence surging within him, transforming into a cyan light screen that forcefully blocked the lightning tribulation.
His expression was serious, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
Each lightning tribulation was stronger than the last. As the second and third lightning tribulations arrived one after another, cracks began to appear in Lin Fan's protective light barrier. He had no choice but to circulate all his cultivation and use even more exquisite techniques to resist the most violent power in the world.
Time seemed to stand still, and each strike of the lightning was accompanied by a violent fluctuation of the true essence within Lin Fan's body.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes shone even brighter, as if they could pierce through the void and look directly at the essence of the Great Dao.
When the ninth lightning tribulation, also the most terrifying one, ripped through the sky and struck Lin Fan with the power to destroy everything, the entire Cloud Hidden Mountain Range trembled.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, his true essence surging within him. He closed his eyes and focused his mind, merging himself with heaven and earth, as if becoming a part of the universe.
With a deafening roar, Lin Fan's body erupted with dazzling light, a light that contained his profound understanding of the Great Dao and his boundless yearning.
Ninety percent of the lightning tribulation was annihilated in the light, turning into spiritual liquid that nourished his body, and his cultivation level also increased.
The first tribulation of lightning had passed, and he was still able to withstand it. The thunderclouds showed no signs of dissipating and were even gaining momentum, while the power of the lightning continued to brew.
He took a deep breath; the power of the second tribulation lightning would be twice that of the first.
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