A Thousand-Zhang Dike, a Hundred-Foot Chamber

Sensing that Su Lingyun's soul had indeed scattered completely, Chen Yang finally let out a long breath of relief.

Before this, he had never imagined that even with Nangong Jinghe personally taking action, killing a Su Lingyun could involve so many twists and turns.

Though Su Lingyun had only ranked on the eighth page of the Heavenly Talent Ranking.

It was obvious that his original fate should never have ended here.

With all those life-preserving and stalling methods of his, coupled with Su Dingcang's later remote rescue and protection, had he not encountered the combined efforts of two utterly unreasonable existences like Nangong Jinghe and Chen Yang, it would have been exceedingly difficult for any Path Seeking Realm cultivator in this Secret Realm to take his life.

Yet this outcome happened to accord with what Chen Yang had thought when he first set out for this place.

He wanted Su Lingyun to see what it meant that there was always someone greater, and beyond the heavens lay other heavens.

You boasted of your powerful family background?

Then he would bring out the Nangong Family and crush you to death outright.

You thought your resolve and schemes ran deep?

But the other party simply would not play by your rules.

All the trump cards and methods you believed could preserve your life, before absolutely crushing power, could not even preserve the tiniest fragment of your remaining soul.

In summary, there was only one sentence: killing you was all there was to it. What did it have to do with you?

Su Lingyun's life of cultivating the Dao had not been particularly long.

Yet in those mere thirty years, in order to cultivate the Heart of Ruthless Dao, obtain the inheritance blood jade, and eliminate people and forces that threatened himself and