Chapter 450 The Decisive Battle (1/2)

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.