Even the Immortal Emperor Qinglin of yesteryear was probably no more than this, wasn't he?
Mu Bingmei's beautiful eyes were no longer filled with curiosity, only with shock. She also understood why Luo Chuan dared to speak so arrogantly and provoke Lv Yundao, who was suffering from the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.
This strength and this talent are enough to make him stand out in the entire Kunxu Star Domain.
"The eighth trial: the Trial of Emotion."
As Luo Chuan stepped onto the eighth step, the Heavenly Dao's notification sounded again, and at the same time, energy surged around him, completely enveloping his body.
Trial of Emotion?
Luo Chuan's heart stirred, and as soon as his foot landed, the scene before him changed once again.
This time, it was no longer the Hengyue Sect, but a blood-red battlefield. Dark clouds filled the sky, and lightning flashed. On the ground, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.
In the center of the battlefield, three figures stood before him.
They are Liu Mei, Yao Xixue, Li Muwan.
At this moment, Liu Mei was wearing a pink Daoist robe, her face was pale, blood was hanging from the corner of her mouth, and she was holding a broken longsword in her hand.
Liu Mei's eyes were filled with grievance and pleading, and her voice was filled with sorrow as she cried out, "Master, please don't go, stay with me, okay?"
At this moment, Yao Xixue, dressed in a white dress, just as she had when she died, wore a gentle smile on her exquisite face and softly said:
"My husband, stop clinging to the idea of resurrecting me... I am already dead. You should live well, find someone who loves you, and spend the rest of your life with them."
Three figures, three emotions.
Luo Chuan stared at the three figures before him, his body trembling slightly, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes. To pass this trial, he had to make a choice.
At this moment, Luo Chuan wanted to reach out and hug Yao Xixue, but he knew that all of this was an illusion of the trial, and everything was fake.
Luo Chuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and a thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of obsession, a thousand years of emotions flashed through his mind like a movie.
Seeing Luo Chuan's pained expression, Mu Bingmei thought to herself, "Just as Liu Mei remembered, Luo Chuan is quite sentimental. This hurdle probably won't be easy for him to overcome."
Lv Yundao also concealed his aura, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the solitary figure on the steps. He thought to himself, "No matter how high your talent is, you can't escape the shackles of love. Once a cultivator is entangled by emotions, his Dao heart will be in chaos. Today is the day you fall here."
At this moment, on the steps, the blood-red battlefield howled in the cold wind, and the three figures who haunted his dreams still stood there, their cries like sharp blades piercing Luo Chuan's heart.
Liu Mei staggered forward, her broken sword falling to the ground. She reached out her blood-stained hand to grab his robe, her voice choked with sobs. "Master, Mei'er is scared, don't go, don't leave me alone..."
Yao Xixue's smile was as gentle as when they first met. Her fingertips lightly touched Luo Chuan's cheek, but the touch was icy and unreal. "Husband, let it go. Life and death are predestined. You defied fate for me for a thousand years, that's enough, really enough..."
Luo Chuan's tightly closed eyes trembled violently, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and the spiritual energy within his body was chaotic and agitated due to the turmoil of his emotions, with even his Ancient God bloodline showing signs of going out of control.
He was not a heartless person. After a thousand years of cultivation, these three people were his deepest concerns, the only light in his endless slaughter and loneliness. For him to sever this connection with his own hands was more painful than having his soul extracted and refined.
But just as the illusory fingertips were about to touch his skin, the will within Luo Chuan that had never wavered through life and death, and through shattered illusions, suddenly awakened.
Luo Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, all the pain in them vanished, replaced by a clear and resolute gaze, devoid of any confusion.
"An illusion is ultimately just an illusion. How laughable it is to let my emotions bind my path!"
With a low shout that reverberated throughout the entire trial space, even the dark clouds over the blood-red battlefield churned. Luo Chuan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the three people in front of him in turn. His voice was calm yet carried an undeniable power, without the slightest hesitation or choice, only the openness of a clear-minded Dao heart.
"My path is not to be bound by past sorrows, but to defy fate and change destiny!"
Luo Chuan slowly raised his right hand, and the primordial power of the mid-stage sixth-level Ancient God erupted, black divine light sweeping in all directions and enveloping the entire blood-red battlefield.
His voice was like a booming bell, resounding throughout the summit of the Heavenly Trial.
"The path I cultivate is based on emotion, rooted in protection, and sharpened by a will to defy the heavens! I will guard my beliefs, fulfill my wishes, and this heart will never change, this path will never perish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three Dao Xu figures did not disappear. Instead, they revealed relieved and gentle smiles, and finally transformed into a ray of light and merged into his body.
As Li Muwan and the others disappeared, the blood-red battlefield in front of them shattered with a crash, and the light barrier of the eighth Trial of Emotion completely collapsed.
Then, an even more vast source of the Heavenly Dao surged into Luo Chuan's body, causing his aura to surge dramatically. His Ancient God bloodline advanced once again, and in that instant, he broke through the threshold of the late stage of the sixth star!
As she descended the steps, Mu Bingmei's pupils constricted, and a storm raged in her beautiful eyes. She had thought that Luo Chuan would struggle with love for a long time, and even suffer damage to his Dao heart.
Unexpectedly, he was not bound by emotions, but instead used them to enter the Dao, achieving perfection in his Dao heart and advancing his cultivation!
"To prove the Dao with emotion, to establish something without destroying it... Such a Daoist heart, such talent, is rare in this world!"
Mu Bingmei murmured in shock. Her fear and curiosity about Luo Chuan had completely transformed into deep awe. She finally understood that the person before her was no longer a prodigy she could fathom, but a heaven-defying being destined to shatter the heavens.
Lv Yundao's face turned deathly pale, and he unconsciously took a half step back. At this moment, his cultivation of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man was filled with intense unease.
Looking at the figure bathed in divine light on the steps, he felt no more contempt, only an overwhelming fear.
Luo Chuan stood atop the eighth step, his robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes gleaming with divine light. Without pausing, he resolutely stepped onto the ninth step, the Trial of Dao!
The moment Luo Chuan stepped into the ninth floor, an extremely dazzling light suddenly flashed, and before he could react, he was completely engulfed by the light.
Seeing Luo Chuan suddenly vanish from his spot, Mu Bingmei Liu Mei, and she quickly appeared in the air, thinking to herself, "He's completely disappeared... He didn't even leave a trace. Could it be... he was teleported away?"
When Luo Chuan opened his eyes again, the icy cold well water had disappeared, replaced by a peculiar palace.
The magnificent palace was extremely luxurious, with Void Treasure and Immortal Treasure displayed on both sides, and in the very center, there were more than ten Cinie Treasure treasures that shimmered with seven-colored halos.
Luo Chuan looked at the palace before him and subconsciously frowned, clearly not expecting to be teleported to this place.