Chapter 1221: You Are the Heart Demon

"They are your relatives, servants, friends, and retainers. Many among them actually cared for you deeply, but now they are all dead."

"These people were merely expressing their lack of understanding toward you staring at a chess game without sleep or rest, yet you killed them; aren't you a madman?"

"Shut your mouth! The chess game is my everything. Those who dare to question me, die." Qifeng suddenly flew into a rage. He abruptly raised his head, his cold eyes filled with chill: "Including you as well; you are going to die."

"Now we've reached the main point, haven't we?" Chen Yu smiled slightly.

Qifeng raised the sword in his hand. In this instant, his blood-stained white robes turned black, and a mass of black Qi condensed all around his body.

He had fallen into the path of the Demon. His obsession before death, being trapped in the Heavenly Secret Chess Game day after day, year after year, living through the scene before his death, made his Heart Demon even heavier.

"Make your move," Chen Yu said indifferently. "You madman."

The word 'madman' made Qifeng even more furious. With a roar, red light erupted from his eyes, and his figure transformed into several strands of black Qi, attacking Chen Yu.

Strand after strand of black Qi coiled around Chen Yu; that black Qi bared its fangs like a devil.

With Lichen in hand, Chen Yu flicked his sword forward. This strike extinguished the black Qi and simultaneously struck Qifeng down under his blade.

However, the handsome man before him suddenly gave a bewitching smile. His figure vanished, then transformed into a mass of black Qi, immediately reorganized, and became his original self once again.

"All living beings are confused, but I can only become a Demon in a single thought. You will never be able to kill me." Qifeng laughed loudly, his figure manifesting into thousands in this instant, attacking Chen Yu once more.

With a thought from Chen Yu, the Lichen in his hand brought forth ten thousand feet of Sword Light, sweeping out with a single strike.

The immense Sword Intent caused everything around him to vanish into nothingness, turning into dust.

Only a mass of black Qi lingered and did not dissipate, still coiling incessantly around Chen Yu.

"Did I not tell you? You cannot kill me." That voice laughed loudly, sounding sometimes male and sometimes female, ringing in Chen Yu's ears and appearing extremely grating.

Immediately following, the mass of black Qi twisted again, then once more transformed into Qifeng's body.

"Lingering and undying, how could you possibly destroy me? I will exhaust the Primordial Qi in your body and let you die in the formless void." Qifeng laughed wildly, attacking Chen Yu's side again.

"Pity, this move of yours is useless against me." Chen Yu sneered. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his Divine Sense roared out like a giant wave.

"You have fallen into the path of the Demon, but you are merely a mass of obsession. Having been trapped in the chess game for so long, it is time for this obsession to dissipate, isn't it?" Chen Yu sneered.

"Obsession is, after all, just obsession. You are already dead. Your friends and family all died by your own hand. Do you still dare to say you are not a madman?"

"I am going to kill you." Hearing the word 'madman', Qifeng's expression became extremely ferocious. He roared in a rage and then attacked Chen Yu regardless of everything.

"Merely an obsession, it will eventually vanish into nothingness." Chen Yu pointed the Lichen in his hand forward, and countless Sword Lights formed.

Qifeng was destroyed again, but his figure formed once more, pouncing toward Chen Yu.

But the Sword Intent before Chen Yu circulated without rest, lingering long without dispersing. His body was like a moth to a flame, pouncing toward the Sword Light time and again, being destroyed time and again, then reorganizing and attacking Chen Yu once more.

Suddenly, a surge of Divine Sense locked firmly onto the source of his obsession, leaving him unable to break free.

Chen Yu flashed forward, his obsession driving him, and he sneered: "Your obsession should vanish now."

A sword strike slashed out, piercing into Qifeng's body.

Qifeng stood blankly on the spot. In this moment, he finally felt pain.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Yu asked.

"It hurts." Qifeng nodded slightly. He closed his eyes and murmured: "A long-lost feeling."

"If it hurts, then that is right. Trapped by it, entering the path of the Demon in a single thought—these things should never have happened in the first place," Chen Yu said, shaking his head. "But since they have happened, it is time for them to pass."

"All people and events, everything that cannot be forgotten or let go, are but a speck of dust within the Heavenly Great Dao, appearing insignificant."

"Time will not halt its steps because of your obsession. The sun and moon will still rise and set; what is meant to be will eventually be."

"I... understand." Qifeng nodded. He closed his eyes, and after a long while, he opened them and said: "You tell me, why could that game not be broken?"

"Because it was a dead game to begin with," Chen Yu said. "There was no way to break it."

"In this world, how could there be a game that cannot be broken?" Qifeng murmured.

"It is precisely because your obsession is too heavy that you could never break that game," Chen Yu shook his head. "Flowers bloom and fall in their own time; it is time for you to let go."

"Hahaha, that's right, I should let go." Qifeng nodded, then closed his eyes, his body turning into ten thousand points of flowing light, disappearing bit by bit.

Chen Yu let out a slight sigh of relief. The obsession had vanished; this trial had finally passed.

The world before him vanished, and he returned to the chess game. That black and white world remained devoid of color.

The phantom of Qingxu appeared in mid-air once again, his expression slightly solemn: "Mr. Chen actually used such a short time to walk out of this game; he truly is a talent of Heavenly caliber."

"It was nothing more than a Heart Demon Tribulation; I have experienced plenty of those," Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Qifeng was a descendant of a great chess general. He originally hoped to Enter the Dao through chess, but later, because his obsession was too heavy, he fell into the path of the Demon in a single thought."

Qingxu smiled slightly: "But my master trapped him in this game yet could not eliminate his obsession. I did not expect Mr. Chen to eliminate his obsession the moment he arrived. He truly is the Heavenly Chosen One."

"What comes next?" Chen Yu asked.

"Next is the Must-Kill Game," Qingxu laughed. "This game is far more dangerous than the last. Mr. Chen, you must be careful."

"Must-Kill Game?" Chen Yu looked at Qingxu and smiled slightly: "Daoist Qingxu, are you certain?"

"How so? Does Mr. Chen have a problem?" Qingxu was slightly stunned, looking at Chen Yu with some confusion.

"I do not have any major problem, but this Must-Kill Game must also have too much baleful energy," Chen Yu said. "When you activated this Heavenly Secret Chess Game to lure me in, you already damaged your Origin and shook your Dao Heart."

"If you start the second Must-Kill Game, I fear you will not be able to endure it."

Qingxu was slightly startled. What Chen Yu said was indeed reasonable, but he immediately smiled slightly: "Mr. Chen need not worry. I can still control this level of difficulty. Mr. Chen's strength far exceeds my expectations, which makes me somewhat excited."