"When Spiritual Energy fades, when all cultivation techniques collapse…What remains to keep one standing?Not cultivation.But emotions—raw and unfeigned."
Within Lâm Mạc's Mind – The Gate of Illusory Realm Opens
The instant Tử Huyền embraced him, every principle, law, and path Lâm Mạc had ever known shattered.No reincarnation. No boundaries. No cultivation.Only him—standing alone in the void, facing himself.
"Why do you seek the Dao?"
A voice echoed from the depths of his soul.
He remembered:
His mother's eyes when he was cast out of the clan.
The final grip of a senior brother who died to protect him.
A girl who silently shed a single tear… when their engagement was annulled.
Each memory became a glowing script of Dao woven from emotion, etching themselves across the void.
The Primordial Dao Ascends – Into the Second Realm: Illusory Realm of Lawless Dao
No Spiritual Energy flows.
No Dantian.
No true essence.
Only thought… manifesting into Dao.
Lâm Mạc took a step—reality around him crumbled.Another step—space trembled and recoiled.
From afar descended a cultivator in grey robes, radiating the sacred might of Heavenly Gate.His name was Hàn Trì—once the Law-Enforcing Saint Sovereign of the Western Xuan Ancient Realm, now sent to erase the "deviation" known as the Primordial Dao.
"You have no realm.""No cultivation.""You are not worthy to stand before me."
He raised a hand—Ten thousand divine swords condensed from supreme Dao force rained down like falling stars.
Lâm Mạc Did Not Dodge—He Simply Smiled
A smile devoid of killing intent, devoid of pride.Just… a quiet gaze, as if to say:
"I know I am not your equal... but I do not fear you."
In that very instant—The sword lights vanished.And Hàn Trì's body… began to tremble.
"W-What… is this?"
A flood of foreign memories overwhelmed him:
A child abandoned outside a temple.
A love he once cherished… and slaughtered with his own hands for the sake of divine law.
Regrets buried for millennia… resurfacing like a tidal wave.
Hàn Trì, a cultivator at the Saint level… fell to his knees before Lâm Mạc.
Above them, the once-invisible Heavenly Dao cracked—just slightly.From that fracture emerged a single phrase, engraved by the collective will of all realms:
"Strength does not make one righteous.Height of cultivation does not guarantee victory.Sometimes… the one who feels most deeply is the one who survives."
Then came another figure—an old man from the Infernal Domain of Heaven and Earth.His aura dwarfed even Hàn Trì's a hundredfold.
Yet, upon seeing Lâm Mạc, he did not strike.He merely knelt—one knee to the earth.
"I once killed my wife for the sake of Dao.""If your Dao can preserve emotion…Then please—grant me a chance to be wrong."