The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1253: Holding Fast to the Dao Heart, Breaking Through the Barrier

At this moment, Yang Yan had been walking in darkness for several hours.

In such an eerie situation, it’s very easy for a person to become fatigued, and the spirit more prone to slack, thus making the voice even more tempting.

It seems that as long as you follow the voice, you can relieve all fatigue and sadness.

Yang Yan roughly understood the situation at this point.

These lights and sounds were all meant to lure people.

But what is their purpose, and what is the source of the voice, Yang Yan didn’t know.

He just felt that if he really followed the voice, something bad would happen.

Gradually, a soothing fragrance drifted from afar.

This was a kind of exotic scent Yang Yan had never smelled before, equally full of temptation, making people want to seek it out.

Moreover, there was an unusual feeling stirring in his mind, vaguely producing an illusion.

Yang Yan quickly realized what was going on.

First it was vision, then hearing, and now smell, what’s next?

Taste and touch?

Thinking of this, Yang Yan couldn’t help but snicker.

He bit his tongue lightly, settling his mind, becoming increasingly interested in the environment he was in.

Though he wanted to seek answers, Yang Yan was unmoved, continuing to walk in the original direction.

Because the more these things tried to stop his steps, the more he believed firmly that the direction the sword pointed was correct, and the answers he wanted should be ahead.

After ten years of honing, Yang Yan’s disposition had shed its impetuousness, becoming more stable, like an immovable rock.

A cultivator’s talent only represents how fast he can cultivate, but a cultivator’s Dao Heart determines how far he can go.

The Dao Heart is like the capacity of a vessel.

If you are a pond, you can only hold pond water.

If you are a sea, you can encompass rivers and lakes.

And a true Dao Heart should be honed among people.

A true lack of emotion should be understanding emotion after experiencing it.

Just as someone says he loves to drink plain water, it shouldn’t mean he’s had only plain water all his life, but should mean that after tasting all the fine brewed drinks in the world, he still retains that affectionate heart for plain water.

Calming his mood, Yang Yan only felt that his Dao Heart had reached a higher level.

Slowly opening his eyes, Yang Yan no longer needed to shut off his senses to quiet his mind.

All phenomena in the world originate from the heart and perish by the heart.

Only by controlling one’s inner self can one face the vast world with calmness.

With this thought, Yang Yan only felt the world before him turning to dust, unable to see or hear.

Though he could see, there was no ripple in his heart.

At this moment, everything returned to silence.

The mirage vanished, the flower scent dissipated, the music calmed, returning to the initial dark, lonely space.

Seeing this, a slight smile slowly tugged at Yang Yan’s lips.

He had gained more certain answers about this place in his heart.

Stepping forward, he continued to walk swiftly in the previous direction, as if treading on flat ground, unimpeded.

After several more hours, Yang Yan’s body was quite fatigued by now.

In fact, as a cultivator, his physical fitness was definitely better than most people’s.

But at this moment, Yang Yan was unable to use Spiritual Power, could only walk on foot, measuring this distance step by step.

Yang Yan discovered that the farther he walked in this direction, the greater the gravitational force on his body became.

Moreover, the air seemed to be stagnant, and breathing gradually became difficult.

Yet the more this was the case, the more his belief in his heart solidified, unless death could stop him, he would take another step forward if he had even a trace of strength!

Soon, the darkness around Yang Yan receded, the scene changed instantly, and magma flowed everywhere.

In an instant, Yang Yan seemed to be placed in a volcanic Purgatory.

Looking at the scene before him, this time Yang Yan hesitated a bit.

Because if he continued walking in the original direction, he would step into the surging magma.

The only path before him was to retreat.

Feeling the heat waves rolling toward him, it was hard not to have thoughts of retreat.

However, Yang Yan was never one to give up easily, and he was extremely stubborn in his bones, the more he faced difficulties, the harder it was for him to compromise.

Most critically, he believed firmly that all before him were illusions meant to stop him from seeking the stepping stone to freedom!

Setting his mind, Yang Yan suddenly closed his eyes, stepped toward the magma...

Sure enough!

With Yang Yan’s step forward, the scenario of falling into the abyss, being swallowed by magma, did not occur!

Crack!

Instead, the sound of something shattering like a mirror echoed in his ears.

But upon reopening his eyes, Yang Yan found the scene did not transform back into darkness, but instead a gust of Cold Wind swept over, making him instinctively raise his hand to block it, to avoid his eyes being stung by sand.

After pausing for two or three seconds, she attempted to open her eyes again, scrutinizing the surrounding world.

The surroundings instantly turned into an extremely cold glacier, with snow falling from the sky, landing on his body as if it really had a chill.

In just a few seconds, Yang Yan felt his body gradually becoming stiff.

And moving forward was an endless abyss, a bottomless black hole.

Yang Yan ignored the intensifying snowstorm ahead, and likewise ignored the abyss beneath, resolutely braving the Cold Wind, moving forward step by step.

In this way, Yang Yan experienced volcanoes, ice fields, mountain of blades, forest of swords, Ghostly Land, Demon Realm...

Each of these perilous environments felt utterly real, forming one by one before Yang Yan, yet dissipating into nothingness due to his resolute attempts.

In the end, everything before him returned to endless darkness, as if those scenes never appeared.

Thus, Yang Yan kept walking in that direction, not knowing how long he had walked.

One day... two days... three days...

Even a month...

Finally, his body, exhausted to the point of collapse, swayed and fell heavily.

Crouching on the ground, he struggled to raise his head, looking powerlessly into the distance, trying several times, but found he could no longer move an inch.

Just then, a door gently lit up before his eyes, a soft glow spilled over his body.

Bathed in the radiance, images flashed through Yang Yan’s mind like a slideshow.

He recalled the deceased village chief and Daniu, recalled the villagers living in constant fear...

Gradually, he felt a surge of strength from somewhere, using all his might to crawl forward.

Though moving slowly, he was still advancing.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Creak—

With the sound that made one’s teeth ache, the door pushed opened...

In an instant, all darkness was completely shattered, the entire Illusion Realm crumbling apart.

Before his eyes, the stone monument reappeared.

Yet the barrier behind the stone monument had vanished without a trace.