Chapter 135 - 134: Spirit Severing Realm

"It’s time to consolidate my ascension into the Spirit Severing realm."

The words echoed through the vast expanse of Lin Yuan’s Sea of Consciousness. At the center of his spiritual sea, the abyssal black heart hung suspended within the mist, completely dormant and no longer pulsing.

The terrifying layer of Chaos Energy that had once made it utterly invulnerable, a tribulation weapon forged by the Heavenly Dao from his own mortal obsession, had been completely drained.

Over the agonizing span of seventy years within the River of Years Pagoda, Lin Yuan had slowly stripped away the Chaos Energy that protected the black heart, sealing it safely within the Barrier Token.

Stripped of its chaotic defense, the black heart was no longer invincible. It was merely a dead husk. It was the dried, lifeless shell of the mortal fear and clingy obsession that he had successfully conquered.

Lin Yuan’ s spiritual avatar slowly raised his right hand. With a single thought, the blade of his Thunder Rain Dao Intent materialized once more in his grasp. The blade crackled with blinding, incandescent purple lightning, each arc carrying a terrifying destructive force.

For seventy years, it had been waiting.

Now, it roared with renewed power, as though it could sense that its unfinished task was finally about to be completed. The lightning blade trembled with a ravenous hunger, eager to finish the execution that had been denied to it seventy years ago.

"The Heavens tried to use my obsession as an anvil to crush me," Lin Yuan declared, his deep purple eyes narrowing. "But I have forged a blade that can cut through the Heavens themselves."

He gripped the hilt with both hands. There was no hesitation, no fear of backlash, and no lingering doubt. His mind locked onto the exact center of the black heart.

Lin Yuan swung the blade downward with the full force of his Half-Step Spirit Severing cultivation.

CRACK!

The blade of lightning swept cleanly through the center of the black heart. The dead, necrotic construct offered no resistance at all. It shattered instantly, like a fragile piece of ordinary glass struck by a hammer.

Billions of tiny black fragments exploded outward, only to be instantly vaporized by the roaring purple lightning of his Dao Intent. The manifestation of his mortal dread, his fear of loneliness, and the dark obsession that had once saturated his sea of consciousness were completely erased from his existence.

As the black dust slowly dispersed, a breathtaking sight appeared at the very center of his soul.

A pristine, radiant golden tether remained perfectly intact. It was the unbroken thread of absolute conviction that connected his Dao Heart to Bai Qingyue. It pulsed with a pure and blinding warmth, completely untouched by the darkness that had surrounded it.

Lin Yuan stared at it in silence.

He had successfully severed the mortal attachment without severing the bond that gave his cultivation path meaning.

He had passed the tribulation. And with the final obstruction completely annihilated, the ultimate dam within his cultivation finally broke.

BOOOOOOOOM!

Lin Yuan’s spiritual sea underwent a terrifying transformation. The mist contracted, collapsing inward with the force of a black hole, before exploding outward as something fundamentally new. The energy was now Spirit Severing Qi. It possessed the density of liquid iron and the boundless, formless potential of the sky.

His comprehension of the Great Dao expanded exponentially, allowing his consciousness to briefly brush against the fundamental laws of the universe. He could feel the conceptual strings of space, the rhythmic flow of time, and the devastating authority of heavenly tribulation as if they were extensions of his own limbs.

The perspective violently shifted, rushing out of his spiritual sea and slamming back into the physical world.

Inside the River of Years Pagoda, Lin Yuan’s physical body sat cross legged in the center of the temporal void. For seventy years, he had remained frozen like a statue, enduring the tribulation. A thick, dark crust of dried blood coated his face, his neck, and his Daoist robes.

But as the Spirit Severing aura ignited within his core, the physical transformation was explosive.

A shockwave of blinding purple light erupted from his flesh. The heavy crust of dried blood instantly disintegrated, turning to fine gray ash that was blown away by the spiritual gale.

His Body, fueled by the qualitative leap in his cultivation base, underwent a change. His muscles, bones, and meridians were entirely reconstructed at a cellular level, shedding any lingering trace of mortal frailty. His skin took on a flawless quality, resembling the finest, most immaculate pale jade illuminated from within by starlight. The raw, physical strength coiled within his limbs was so astronomical that a mere twitch of his fingers caused the space around his hands to visibly warp and fracture.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The deep purple irises now burned with a terrifying, abyssal depth. There was a chilling, majestic weight to his gaze that could shatter the Dao Heart of a lesser cultivator with a single look.

He had done it. He was no longer a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Lin Yuan was a Spirit Severing Expert!

He slowly pushed himself up from the floor of the pagoda. The movement was incredibly fluid, devoid of all effort, as if gravity itself had respectfully relinquished its hold upon him. He raised his hand and looked at the pitch-black Barrier Token hovering nearby. With a thought, the artifact vanished, safely stored deep within the void of his spatial ring.

"Seventy years in the temporal void," Lin Yuan murmured, his voice resonating with a terrifying, dual layered echo that carried the ambient authority of the Great Dao. "A lifetime in the dream. A lifetime in the dark. It is time to return."

Lin Yuan raised his hand and formed a single seal.

"Withdraw."

The suspended twilight of the River of Years Pagoda shuddered. The massive temporal runes rapidly collapsed inward, folding the isolated dimension in upon itself.

Wooooom!

The spatial displacement was completely seamless. The pagoda shrank into a streak of light, diving into his spatial ring, leaving Lin Yuan standing in the center of the cultivation chamber within the master pavilion.

He was back in the real world.

The moment his Spirit Severing aura touched the physical plane of the Zhao Province, the world reacted with reverence.

Outside the master pavilion, the emerald valley experienced a localized phenomenon. The sky, previously clear and bright, was suddenly swallowed by a massive, sprawling vortex of purple clouds. The ambient spiritual energy of the entire estate rushed toward the master pavilion, bowing like commoners before an arriving emperor.

Even the apocalyptic Eye of Heavenly Tribulation trembled. It recognized that its master had elevated his existence, and the colossal eye pulsed with a frantic, subservient rhythm, feeding its destructive resonance directly into Lin Yuan’s newly formed cultivation.

Down in the estate, Bai Chen was suddenly driven to his knees. The young cultivator gasped for air, his eyes wide with sheer awe as the pressure washed over the valley. He looked up at the master pavilion, realizing instantly that his brother-in-law had successfully achieved the impossible.

Lin Yuan stood completely still in the chamber, allowing his aura to gradually retract, pulling the terrifying pressure back into his physical body until it was perfectly concealed beneath a veneer of absolute calm.

He walked slowly toward the intricate latticework of the heavy wooden windows and pushed them open.

The crisp, refreshing mountain air of the emerald valley washed over his face. He looked out over the courtyards, the sprawling koi pond, and the sweeping, vibrant greenery of his home.

He closed his eyes, calculating the exact rotation of the celestial bodies and the ambient flow of the world’s Qi.

Exactly one month had passed in the physical world since he had entered seclusion. The timeline was perfect.

He touched his chest, right over his heart. There was no pain. There was no mortal rust. There was only the steady rhythm of an immortal who possessed the power to shatter continents, fueled by an unyielding conviction that had survived the crucible of the heavens.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze shifting toward the distant horizon where the borders of the Zhao Province met the Central Continent.

"The Lords tournament."

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Author Note:

Hey everyone,

I’m sorry for releasing only one Chapter today. I fell ill and wasn’t feeling well enough to write my usual number of Chapters.

I’ll do my best to get back to the normal update schedule once I’m feeling better. Thank you for your patience and for continuing to support the book.

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Thank you all for reading, and please take care of yourselves too. ❤️