Chapter 211: Heart Demon Shattered

Lin Wentian spoke to himself, each sentence like a heavy shackle.

His purpose was to bind Lin Feng to the path of pledging loyalty to the Imperial Family.

"Feng'er, the catastrophe a hundred years ago was our Lin Clan's own fault."

"For the future of the Lin Clan, you must lead the clansmen to seek atonement from the Imperial Family and seek their forgiveness."

Lin Feng listened, his brows locked, and a strong sense of discomfort surged in his heart.

"That's not right, is it? The events of a hundred years ago were clearly a conspiracy set up by the Imperial Family. We, the Lin Clan, are the victims! How can you ask us to seek atonement from them?"

Lin Wentian seemed not to have heard Lin Feng's questioning.

Those eyes were hollow, unable to see a hint of color.

From beginning to end, he continued to repeat that set of rhetoric.

"Feng'er, this is the destiny of the Lin Clan and also your responsibility as a descendant of the Lin Clan."

"Only by pledging loyalty to the Imperial Family can we be reborn."

The doubt in Lin Feng's heart grew more intense, and even faint dissatisfaction arose.

Was this still the Clan Leader who led the Lin Clan to rise back then?

Why did he sound like a dog of the Imperial Family?

Lin Feng looked around; it was pitch black here, with no exit to escape.

Even faintly, the space itself was distorted.

He hadn't forgotten that this was the Lin Clan's back mountain; just a moment ago, several Venerables were speaking!

But now, Lin Feng could no longer hear the voices of those Venerables.

"Yin Wind Tribulation, Heart Fire Tribulation, and now another tribulation..."

Lin Feng frowned, not knowing how to distinguish the current situation.

However, he had a vague guess that this was very likely an illusion of the Heart Demon Tribulation.

If so, then the Lin Wentian before him was very likely just an incarnation of the Heart Demon.

"Where is the exit from here?" Lin Feng's gaze sank as he questioned Lin Wentian.

"Feng'er, you are resisting the arrangement of fate!"

Lin Wentian's voice became increasingly low, carrying unquestionable majesty.

His body radiated a vigorous and terrifying aura.

That was—the pressure of the Ninth Layer of the Nirvana Realm!

"Resisting fate only leads to a dead end. Are you going to lead the Lin Clan to destruction?"

Facing such words from Lin Wentian, Lin Feng only had a cold sneer in his heart.

Reasoning with a Heart Demon was futile; he had to find a way to break the illusion to completely get rid of this Heart Demon Tribulation.

"I will not pledge loyalty to the Imperial Family, and I will not let the Lin Clan bear an unmerited charge."

Lin Feng walked slowly; this dark space seemed endless.

At the same time, Lin Wentian's expression instantly turned gloomy.

"Obstinate and unrepentant!"

He seemed to be angered, his figure flickering as he lunged toward Lin Feng.

In his hand, he condensed a brilliant long sword, the tip pointing straight at Lin Feng's heart.

"You are seeking your own death!" Lin Wentian roared.

Lin Feng's pupils shrank as he quickly mobilized the Spirit Qi in his body.

Sword Intent condensed, and he instantly engaged in battle.

"Bang!"

The blades collided, erupting in sparks.

Lin Feng suddenly felt immense pressure. Lin Wentian was at the Ninth Layer of the Nirvana Realm, and he had just stepped into Nirvana; how could he compete?

The gap was too large.

However, Lin Feng suddenly gritted his teeth and whispered: "The Sixth Sword!"

"A hundred turns and a thousand returns to seek the Dao, wind blows fallen leaves, sword stars fall."

A vast sword light appeared in the darkness, like ten thousand white lights, gathering into a brilliant sword river.

This terrifying scene appeared at this moment in Lin Wentian's hand as well.

Lin Feng paused, his face full of surprise.

The opponent could perfectly replicate his moves, as if he were his shadow.

"I understand, you are the Heart Demon Tribulation." Lin Feng suddenly realized.

The Lin Wentian before him was just his Heart Demon incarnation, and could even be the Heart Demon incarnation of the entire Lin Clan.

The turmoil a hundred years ago caused the Lin Clan to fall apart, having a huge impact on all Lin Clan members.

Now, anyone who wants to achieve the Nirvana Realm is afraid they will have to experience this test.

That Lin Clan Leader Lin Xiaotian back then probably also experienced such a Heart Demon Tribulation interrogation, which was why he was so firm in his idea of being a dog for the Imperial Family.

All these things made Lin Feng understand everything.

But how did this Lin Clan Heart Demon become like this?

There might be the influence of the Imperial Family behind this...

Thinking of this, Lin Feng took a deep breath. Only by defeating this Heart Demon could he truly break through the Heart Demon Tribulation.

"Boom!"

Lin Wentian also released the Sixth Sword. After colliding with Lin Feng, he actually used the pressure of the Ninth Layer of the Nirvana Realm to forcibly disperse Lin Feng's sword momentum.

A tyrannical force instantly rushed out, striking Lin Feng directly.

"Pfft..."

Lin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. He faintly felt that something was wrong.

The power erupted by this Heart Demon was a bit off. It was clearly the Ninth Layer of the Nirvana Realm, so why hadn't this sword killed him yet?

That shouldn't be!

Could it be because his body had been strengthened by pills?

Lin Feng calculated in his heart.

At this time, Lin Wentian, holding the long sword, continued to loudly question: "Submit, or die?"

"Submit your grandfather!"

Lin Feng cursed loudly. Lin Wentian, who had led the Lin Clan to glory, would absolutely never submit to the Imperial Family.

This Heart Demon might really be the work of the Imperial Family.

"If you don't submit, you die!"

Lin Wentian sneered, and then the long sword in his hand slashed out another sword Qi.

This sword Qi was full of intimidation.

Lin Feng's pupils shrank, and he immediately discovered the problem.

Lin Feng gave up resistance, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Waiting until his state of mind returned to calm, he suddenly opened his eyes and faced that sword head-on!

"Hmph! You're dead!"

Seeing this, Lin Wentian let out a shrill cry.

He even increased the power of that sword, as if it could destroy heaven and earth.

Lin Feng had already given up resistance. He raised his head confidently and sneered.

"Then, kill me!"

As Lin Feng's voice fell, the long sword in Lin Wentian's hand bloomed with dazzling light.

Instantly, it pierced through Lin Feng.

However, when this sword shadow passed through Lin Feng, it was as if it had passed through water, rippling out; everything was slashed into nothingness, causing no harm at all.

Lin Wentian's figure still stood in that darkness.

In his hollow eyes, not a hint of emotional color could be seen.

But the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

"I bet right!" Lin Feng laughed loudly.

He had felt something was very wrong. Previously, when he clashed head-on with Lin Wentian, his own sword power shattered, while Lin Wentian's sword Qi was exceptionally astonishing, feeling like it could kill him in one blow.

But in the end, when it landed on him, there wasn't a very strong reaction.

Lin Feng even felt that this power was his own.

Precisely because of this, Lin Feng guessed that Lin Wentian hadn't actually attacked at all, but had only used Lin Feng's own power to strike back.

As long as Lin Feng didn't attack, Lin Wentian couldn't do anything to him!

At this very moment, everything around began to collapse, and the illusion gradually dissipated. ===== CHAPTER 212 =====