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第一千四百三十七章 幻境与心魔

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.

Moon儿's eyes were tightly closed as she sensed the ghost's every move.

In just a few breaths, Moon儿's face suddenly changed dramatically, her petite body trembling slightly.

The thunderous sound entered Lin Xuan's ears. Clearly, this wretched ghost had fallen into the trap.

"Quickly cut off the spiritual link!"

Lin Xuan frowned and spoke with urgency. Although his tone was stern, it contained a hint of concern.

"No, Master, there seems to be something inside..."

Moon儿 shook her head. A fragrant breeze swept past as she flew into the ancient cave like it had been an invitation.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh and frown. She usually obeyed him well, so what was wrong today?

Despite his confusion, he couldn't just watch Moon儿 risk herself alone.

Without hesitation, Lin Xuan's body glowed with a green aura as he flew into the cave.

Just as he intended to draw out the ghost's soul for purification, he was shocked to find that his spiritual energy had vanished.

Not completely—there was some, but it was extremely thin. He had fallen from the Separation Realm back to the Spirit Realm.

It felt like a hundred years ago when they first met in the secluded valley. In the bloodbath, Moon儿 had taken his head... It hurt.

Was he dead?

His soul floated out of his body and encountered a group of familiar ghosts. They were all those who had died at his hands over the past three centuries. Their faces were filled with malice as they mocked him, cursed, and tore at his soul.

Lin Xuan had never been afraid on his path to cultivation, but now he felt weak and helpless.

A demon!

For cultivators, this was even more terrifying than a heavenly tribulation. Lin Xuan's luck seemed to run out in the Well Luo Gate, where countless traps awaited him. He triggered the most dangerous one—without physical attacks, it could plunge him into an endless abyss.

Lin Xuan's willpower was unbreakable, but he had his weaknesses. And right now, he was only at the Separation Realm...

A fragrant breeze blew past.

The ghosts suddenly stopped tearing and trembled as they fell to their knees.

Lin Xuan raised his head in shock, seeing a breathtakingly beautiful face before him.

"Moony!"

But this Moony was different from before. She still looked like herself, but her demeanor exuded an air of regal nobility. A king's presence radiated from her.

Arhura!

No wonder she could intimidate ghosts—whether they were those who died unjustly or naturally, none dared to defy the King of Hell.

Was this Moony, who had fallen on hard times, now restored to her former power?

Lin Xuan felt a sense of shame. After struggling for a moment, he approached her. Three hundred years of hardship had taught him that Moony's feelings toward him were unchangeable by their changing statuses.

"She won't reject me."

Lin Xuan was confident about this. But what happened next was beyond his wildest dreams.

Upon meeting, Moon儿 showed no joy or intention to take him in. Her eyes first showed shock, then deep hatred.

That look sent shivers down Lin Xuan's spine, but it wasn't fear—it was pain, as if she was about to lose something important.

"Moony, what happened? Is it me..."

Lin Xuan stammered, his voice filled with unease.

"I know it's you. You liar! You hurt me in the past life and still want to纠缠 me now?"

Moon儿's face showed no gentleness; only boundless hatred. With a flick of her hand, countless dark flames surrounded Lin Xuan.

"Disgraced before my king, do you think you'll have a good ending? You wanted to get close to me—fine, we'll be together forever in this holy fire of the Netherworld. You will live as long as heaven and earth but suffer eternal torment from the flames..."

"Compared to soul extraction, this is nothing."

Moon儿's voice pierced Lin Xuan like a knife. He was indeed suffering, not because of the flames, but because something important had been shattered.

For cultivators, immortality was paramount, but for Lin Xuan, there was something even more crucial.

Immortality meant nothing compared to her. Without Moony, living forever held no meaning in these long years.

He would face all gods and buddhas if it meant staying with Moony.

But one day, she turned against him and fought him with a sword.

The pain was unimaginable for those who hadn't experienced it.

Lin Xuan felt his heart turn to ice. He was on the brink of despair—win or lose, he might as well die or be soul extracted.

Despair!

Despite his unbreakable willpower, humans had weaknesses. And Moony was Lin Xuan's greatest weakness and his most cherished thing.

His resolve shattered like a dam breaking...

This was all an illusion.

But in this world of truth and falsehood, the momentary illusion revealed that Lin Xuan's heart had been completely broken. He couldn't fight off the demon now.

In just a few breaths, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. If he continued, he would surely fall into madness.

Then, a cool sensation emerged from his waist.

A green light flashed as two jade pendants flew out of his storage bag.

One side depicted birds, beasts, and insects, while the other bore ancient inscriptions that Lin Xuan couldn't read. These were treasures— one he had found in Stream Leap Canyon, and the other was an order token from the Jade Black Sect.

Though Lin Xuan didn't know their exact functions, Red Silk Fairy had given him some clues.

These were heavenly artifacts once coveted by many powerful cultivators.

The jade pendants now emitted a faint green glow, enveloping Lin Xuan.

His heart had been lost in the illusion, but this terrifying force pulled him back.

Lin Xuan's cold sweat dripped down his face. His body was filled with abundant spiritual energy, though he felt weary, he avoided falling into madness.

The demon was driven away by this mysterious power.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes as the illusion vanished. He found himself in a deep ancient cave, surrounded only by a stone table and some stone chairs.

Wait, there was an old yellowish jade tube on the table—a relic from long ago.

Lin Xuan hesitated before picking it up.

Where is Moony?

The terrifying scenes of the illusion were still vivid.

Including Moon儿's cruel act of trapping his soul in dark flames.

But now that he had overcome the demon, Lin Xuan didn't care. What he saw in the illusion was just a creation of the demon to invade his mind.

Returning to reality, Lin Xuan no longer cared about the illusion.

His spiritual sense revealed Moony's gentle smile as she appeared before him.

"Moony, you're safe..."

Recalling the terror from the illusion, Lin Xuan still felt shaken. If not for those jade pendants saving him...

"Little servant is fine; I just couldn't find Master," Moon儿 said, visibly relieved upon seeing Lin Xuan.

She didn't seem to have encountered anything frightening.

"Moony, did you get trapped by any restrictions..." Lin Xuan was curious.

"What restriction? The ancient cave was empty. But after coming out, I couldn't see Master..."

Moon儿 wouldn't lie. This meant the illusion had no effect on her and that little girl wasn't trapped inside.

Why?

Lin Xuan wondered but didn't delve deeper. He flipped his left hand, revealing a jade tube—a unique find from this journey.

What was inside?

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