"Luo Chen, are you willing to join my Pill Hall?"
The enthusiastic invitation reached his ears, and the warm and friendly smile was engraved in his eyes, yet Luo Chen felt his mind was in chaos.
A surge of violence erged out of nowhere.
Having cultivated for a hundred years, once standing above thousands, once withdrawing unscathed from the Yu Race Sacred Land, even when faced with a Nascent Soul True Master, he felt he had the power to contend.
Now, just a re Foundation Establishnt True Cultivator dares to speak so brashly of subduing him!
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
A sword raised, to sever the tranquility!
Just as Luo Chen’s eyes reddened even more, it seed like thousands of voices echoed around his ear.
"Xiao Luo, this mont feels just like that mont back then!" It was the voice of Qin Liangchen.
But when Luo Chen looked at the man standing next to the wealthy old man, the other party didn’t open his mouth.
Is this mont the sa as that mont?
Luo Chen introspectively questioned himself.
"You’re a smart person, let’s just end this here!" It was Miao Wen’s voice.
He was always known for his intelligence, decisive in facing matters, even if looking back he sees that the choice was wrong, but at that ti it was definitely the correct one.
Now, would his cleverness really work against him?
"President, I’m waiting for you to return at Danxia."
"Friend Luo, the matters of the Li Family that follow, I’ll leave it to you."
"Luo Chen..."
"Demon King Qingyang..."
Voices ca like the tide, initially subtle, but eventually booming like thunder, shaking Luo Chen’s Divine Soul incessantly.
At this mont, Mi Shuhua’s voice once again entered his ears.
"Luo Chen, are you willing to join my Pill Hall!"
Facing that sinister gaze, Luo Chen slowly lifted his head, took a deep breath, and then slightly bent his waist.
The sinister look dissipated, and the rotund elder laughed heartily.
"Those who know the ti are wise; Luo Chen, you won’t regret today’s choice!"
In the midst of thunderous laughter, his figure began to gradually fade away.
Luo Chen quietly watched this scene, yet his body trembled slightly.
Yes, he did not regret!
If he was constantly repenting, he couldn’t have reached where he is now.
For everything he has done in the past, no matter how ugly or dirty, no matter submitting to others and humbling himself, he never regretted.
No matter how high his current realm, how blooming the scenery, it could not hide the muddy path he once walked.
Only by confronting the past and accepting the ugliness within can one continue forward.
When Luo Chen awoke from his attempt to change the past and wallow in pain, he slowly blinked his eyes.
The scene in front of him, where could there be a small city with a bright moon, or a Danxia night scene.
It was nothing more than the vast starry sky, where he wandered alone.
Floating in the starry sky.
Luo Chen opened his mouth and spat.
A black chess piece fell into his palm.
Without wind or sound, the black chess piece turned into a handful of dust.
The Lan Ke Black Chess that had protected him all this way had finally reached its end.
Luo Chen wasn’t surprised by this day.
During the previous Desolate Beast Ghost Immortal Tower’s sinister attack, the Lan Ke Black Chess had already sustained damage.
And after he stepped into this starry sky, following the aftermath of terrifying illusion realms which allowed no resistance, the Lan Ke Black Chess silently shattered.
Before shattering, years of cultivation allowed it to give Luo Chen a final warning.
This warning reached its peak within Miao Wen’s inquisition in Yuan Magnetic Valley, stirring chaos in Luo Chen’s heart.
Thanks to this, Luo Chen made the correct choice at the final juncture.
Respect history, trust in that as the correct path to success.
Instead of regretting and attempting to change everything within the illusion realm.
Moreover, change?
How should one change it?
Reject Mi Shuhua’s invitation, youthful hot-bloodedness, unyielding pride? Then he would have died under the other’s sinister ans at that ti.
Just like killing Mi Li, Miao Wen would have been wary of him, paving the way for future opportunities.
Rejecting Sima Huiniang, is that really the right choice? Not necessarily!
When he let Yan Leizi go, the other party would surely seek revenge, so back then, ignoring the pressure of his Golden Core father, forcibly killing him was indeed correct.
Just like on Yao Yue Island, decisively killing Yan Nantian, rather than keeping him by his side and raising a threat!
"My actions and heart are as clear as a mirror, all my actions are correct!"
Luo Chen smiled slightly, casually flicking his hand.
The black dust in his hand drifted and scattered into the vast starry sky.
Only at this mont did he finally have the strength to observe this "starry sky."
Endless black space, only thousands of stars hanging high above.
Starlight spilled over him, once dim, now brilliantly shining.
Looking at those stars and the starlight upon him, Luo Chen seed lost in thought.
"The illusion must arise from this. And this illusion realm is entirely different from what I’ve encountered before. It doesn’t seek beauty or brightness, nor does it tempt with wealth or power, but rather it unveils the ugliness within oneself, forcing one to face it. If one dares not confront their past, attempts to change history, most will get lost in it, never to awaken."
"Truly exquisite, unfathomable!"
With a word of praise, Luo Chen looked at the wooden plaque on his chest.
It was Soul Nourishing Wood, where Han Zhan resided.
At this mont, the other party was deathly silent, not knowing whether he had hidden away or was forced into an illusion?
Looking around, Ding Yi and the Moyun Cave Lord were nowhere to be seen.
It should have been when unknowingly leaving the skeletal passageway that the three of them were forced to part ways.
"I wonder if we’ll be in the sa place after going out?"
Luo Chen thought for a mont, moving his steps.
As his steps advanced, one by one, figures began to erge from the black starry sky.
Alluring demonesses in scant clothing, holy fairies clad in white gauze, posing coquettishly on either side of his path, so softly panting, others caressing mountains...
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