The scariest thing about darkness is, you will never know what is inside.

　　The fear of the unknown is deeply rooted in the depths of every creature’s soul. Fear will morph into all things imaginable to haunt an individual, to pull one into a never-ending abyss, to never be able to make a comeback for all eternity.

　　Shen Lian could see tiny details, but could not infer the specifics in the dark, yet he fears nothing, nor does he feel any other emotions. His mentality was not like the calm surface of the lake, susceptible to the wind, but it was more like the cold ice, unchanging.

　　The cold heart can always overcome obstacles and eliminate all obstructions to the road of cultivation of Dao. In his heart, he gave birth to a resoluteness that had never existed before in this life. Nothing in the world could stop his cold and fearless Daoist heart.

　　This time he will no longer try a challenger, but he will truly be on the path to becoming a man of the world’s absolute freedom. He will clearly understand himself, and will not be fazed by his own short lifespan that resembles candlelight.

　　He took hold of the present and grasped the best moment in life – which is now.

　　The strong essence of life no longer had any reservations, the pale glow of light has finally turned into a river of life, shining more brilliantly than any Milky Way.

　　The darkness shattered and the ocean disappeared. At last, an abode of immortals appeared up ahead, its entrance tightly shut, and on top of the entrance ‘Mount Lingtai Fangcun, Cave Xieyue Sanxing’ was written on it.

　　The river of life emulated from Shen Lian had no shred of hesitation, it struck the entrance of the cave with immense force, like rushing flood water.

　　The essence of life was being poured out, the entrance to the cave had been forcefully slammed open, peering into the depths of the grotto-heaven.

　　Even though the Taiwei pavilion has Qing Xuan’s thousands of years of information, its supernatural power was still insignificant compared to the Dao technique in the grotto-heaven’s Resonance of the Great Way.

　　This was just an experience of instant temperament. Soon he re-imagined his stature. A Yaotai in front of him stood still silently, and Yan Xu donning a moon-white robe was standing on it. The supernatural powers and Daoism were transposed across countless roads. The eyes of the two people converge and there were no other thoughts. They just want to kill each other and occupy all the mysteries of the cave.

　　Past grudges from the cause and effect of the Qing Xuan, are like clouds, dissipated in the deep eyes of the two.

　　Yan Xu smiled, and the moon-white robe floated without any wind as if it was trying to sweep the Heaven and earth.

　　He held out his fist, a fist that seemed like it could drive a hole in the sky. The punch reached Shen Lian in a blink of an eye.

　　This punch pierced through space and condensed the time. It was impossible to avoid it.

　　Shen Lian’s heart of Dao proved harder than Vajra and he was not perturbed by the attack at all. He grabbed with his hand countless Dao musical notes as if it were microscopic dust, he lightly swiped his hand and a river of divine power hit Shen Lian’s powerful punch.

　　Raging fires covered the first and lightning roared, rocking the space and an unseeable power burst from all directions. But aside from the turbulent atmosphere in the grotto heaven, there was no sign of the slightest shattering.

　　The sturdiness of the space here is beyond imagination.

　　The fist shattered, and 12 demons of different shapes were born. Each of them stood upright in front of them and Shen Lian was dwarfed by their size.

　　The power of countless violent devils spilled down like the Milky Way in nine days.

　　The blade let out a pure cry, a hissing attack that lost form in its cry. There were no words to describe Shen Lian’s swordsmanship, every thrust a display of his power, releasing his Dynamic of Qi without effort.

　　He stood tall, unfettered by the reality and laughed silently as if he is ridiculing the demonic god in front of him.

　　Yan Xu stepped into the middle of the twelve demons and one by one the twelve demons entered his body, turning his weak body into an invincible one. Muscles harden and his senses combined, like countless black vines that combined into each other.

　　His face was beautiful and innocent, like a marble sculpture with a straight body that was more upright than a javelin, a burly god that was filled with an explosive power.

　　This time he was no longer a Demon Master of the worldly realm but had become a Demon King that exuded an ancient and terrifying power that knew no bounds, be it ancient or modern.

　　He held a curved knife that was shaped like an eyebrow, small and exquisite, created a contrast that was peculiar but at the same time, it was as if they were one and there was no disharmony that can be seen.

　　Yan Xu stared at Shen Lian without flinching and contemplatively, looking down on him in a condescending manner and he slowly said: “I will remember you Shen Lian, remember your past, memorize your skills, and remember everything unique that is deep within your thoughts”

　　Shen Lian raised his head and looked at the Yan Xu whose aura filled the heaven and the earth. This was the most outstanding figure that existed between heaven and earth, the one Demon Master who would be able to become his opponent today.

　　However, his heart did not carry any unnecessary feelings, as if it wasn’t a battle of enlightenment, but a conversation with people.

　　He smiled softly, but his face told of the indifference and loneliness that did not go away, and the faint but clear sound floated, “From now onwards, everything about Yan Xu will go down in history.”

　　Yan Xu did not want to express an opinion and simply said: “This blade, called ‘circular mortal world’, also known as ‘sentient being’.”

　　Yan Xu’s blade appeared before he uttered a single word, in Shen Lian’s eyes this blade emanated a Qi strength that turned into countless silk threads that have form and without form. The threads covered the grotto-heaven and turned it into an inescapable sky of the web that did not have a leak.

　　The source of the net did not only come from Yan Xu’s blade, it contained the rage of sentient beings, the distress of secular mortal worlds as well as the demonic obstacles within Shen Lian.

　　This blade’s power could definitely not be described as earth-shattering and sky-splitting, but it concentrated all his magic powers in the blade.

　　And in the face of this blade, Shen Lian’s indifferent characteristic that he is proud of, actually palpitate with nervousness

　　After all, a heart cannot stop beating, from his mind Shen Lian came up with such a thought. This thought meant that he was invaded by his own demonic obstacles, his Heart of Dao which was cold as ice had shown some movement.

　　His heart released the exquisite essence of ‘The Mastery of Senses’, then it suddenly stopped.

　　The large net inch by inch enveloped Shen Lian, causing his vital force to diminish bit by bit. Every heartbeat causes the net strings to cut deeper, but there was no pain, only the weakening and a greatly magnified fear.

　　The endless number of webs wrapped around Shen Lian, forming a huge black cocoon, making Shen Lian’s sword techniques hard to be used.

　　The hardships of the secular mortal world, the boundless beings, has been the source of the black cocoon’s power. Shen Lian’s heart of Dao that has been broken into was forcefully controlled, and it was forcefully controlled, rendering him unable to resist.

　　Unless he surrenders his agitated heart and finds peace within the infinite worries of the secular mortal world and the boundless beings that plague it.