The scene before Lin Bingchun's eyes abruptly changed. Sure enough, an illusion of the obsession he had found impossible to let go of in his life emerged within the tribulation clouds.
He saw himself kneeling amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his spear deeply embedded in scorched earth soaked through with blood.
The people of Longqing City he had failed to protect, his comrades ruthlessly torn apart by their enemies, and...
His wife, whom he had ultimately failed to save on that stormy night. Every regret came flooding in like a tide.
Lin Bingchun's pupils constricted sharply, and his spear momentum suddenly faltered. His inner demon was devouring his consciousness.
"Father, it's so wonderful to have you here!"
Just as the inner demon was about to consume his consciousness, Lin Xiaoqing's crisp call pierced through the illusion.
Lin Bingchun shuddered violently and fiercely bit through his tongue. A mouthful of blood essence sprayed across the spear tip, and the dark-golden spear body suddenly burst forth with a dazzling bloody glow.
"I cast aside the obsessions of the past long ago!" he roared, his spear momentum surging like a dragon. "Protecting the present is my Dao!"
He suddenly pointed his spear at the heavens, its tip erupting with a blinding bloody radiance. "A spear once thrust has no regrets!"
This strike instantly pierced the firmament. Its spear momentum shredded the illusion like a tornado, even clearing away the thunderclouds within a hundred yards.
The lingering shadows of inner demons that had entangled him for years scattered like bubbles beneath the chilling spear edge.
Heaven-shaking thunder rumbled from the depths of the tribulation clouds, as though the Heavenly Dao were responding to his enlightenment.
Yet the final bolt of tribulation lightning was slow to descend.
Just as everyone was filled