Lu Chen continued to speak.
"To protect everything I wish to protect! To see what kind of scenery the ultimate pinnacle of martial arts truly is! To achieve that genuine... transcendence and freedom!"
"This path is difficult, bitter, and one might die in the next second."
"However!"
Lu Chen looked straight into his father's worried eyes, word by word.
"I, Lu Chen, have no regrets!"
"This illusion is wonderful. It gave me a dream, a dream I once longed for."
"But..."
There were no magic power fluctuations whatsoever on Lu Chen's body.
Yet a will that was pure to the extreme, sharp to the extreme, and unyielding to the extreme burst forth with a roar!
That was not power; that was something far more terrifying than power—
The Heart of Dao!
An invincible Heart of Dao that could endure ten thousand tribulations without wearing down, see through life and death without changing, and vow to achieve transcendence without wavering...
"False, it is false after all!"
"The cradle of comfort is the graveyard of heroes!"
"Just this tiny illusion, this illusory tenderness..."
"It cannot trap me, Lu Chen!"
"Break!!!"
The final low roar was like the first shout at the dawn of chaos!
Within Lu Chen's eyes, the Chaos Light burst forth like a tangible sharp sword!
That was not light condensed from magic power, but the manifestation of a pure Dao heart and will!
It was the ultimate embodiment of piercing through illusions and steadfastly holding to one's true self!
Snap! Crackle--!!!
The warm home before him instantly filled with countless cracks, like exquisite glazed glass struck by a heavy hammer!
The worried expression on his father's face froze.
His mother's figure peeking out from the kitchen blurred.
The sound of the game in his younger brother's room vanished.
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