Crack!
A crisp sound echoed through the deathly silent music hall.
The Scissors of Truth came down, completely severing the final core of resentment within Lin Yayyin's frail spirit body.
A trace of light returned to her hollow eyes. She lowered her head to look at her hands stained with hatred, then raised it and looked deeply at Qin Feng.
There was no venom, no despair in her gaze—only the relief of finally being unburdened.
The next moment, her spirit body turned into countless white motes of light drifting through the air before slowly fading away.
With a thunderous crash.
The entire domain constructed from memories and despair collapsed and shattered.
The distorted scene before them receded like a tide, and the suffocating despair was gone. They had returned to the long-abandoned Seventh Music Hall.
Moonlight filtered through the shattered stained-glass dome, casting mottled beams that illuminated the dust dancing in the air.
"Cough... cough, cough!"
Gao Tianliang suddenly dropped to his knees, coughing violently as a streak of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
The Haoyang Dharma Image behind him had long since dispersed, and the spiritual power within him was completely drained. He looked utterly wretched.
Bracing himself against the ground, he struggled to raise his head, his gaze fixed firmly on Qin Feng in the distance.
That man was still standing there perfectly fine, completely unscathed.
No, not completely unscathed.
Gao Tianliang could clearly sense that Qin Feng's aura had not weakened in the slightest. Instead, it had become more solid, more unfathomable than before.
He was like an ancient beast that had just finished a hearty meal, lazily picking his teeth as he radiated a heart-palpitating sense of satisfaction.
At that moment, Gao Tianliang's entire worldview shattered.
Ever since childhood, he had been hailed