Chapter 258: 2nd Trial

Even though the place was already dark, the wisps of the chilling black coming out of Tianlong Yun's body were really terrifying.

That dry darkness was turning into a frosty raven black dark. If a normal person would be there he might have frozen just from the chilly air.

Even if people with Soul Formation Realm cultivation were here they would feel threatened, and scared most probably.

The killing intent built on more than 160 years and the rage of betrayal were multiplying each other's effects.

But Tianlong Yun was still conscious about the fact that this was just an illusion, and it was only his mind playing tricks with him.

Reminding himself of this, he started slowly recollecting himself, and soon he was over this unpleasant moment, but at the same time, he decided to torture Young Master Qing Fang a bit more.

With that thought in mind, he took his second step, but things had only just started apparently because after what he just witnessed, this time the scene was one level higher.

This time he was staying in front of a small crowd, at the top of a small mountain, his hair was tangled as if he was a mad man, his hands were bloody, and his breath was rough.

He was hurt, he could feel pain all over his body, and his clothes were tattered. But that wasn't the worst in this picture.

The worst was that his shadows were standing in front of him, together with his enemies, laughing at his incompetence and ready to take his last thread of life.

This not only touched on his pride, as to how people he had healed and grown were turning up against him but also made him remember all the betrayal in his first life.

Once again killing intent started building up inside him, and threaten to break the threshold and drawn this place in it.

His enemies seemed to be baffled in that killing intent, but that didn't last for long, because they recollected themselves and attacked him.

Tianlong Yun just decided to accept their killing attempt without moving a muscle of his body, he just continued to look at those attacks and people pass through him.

They were just illusions, nothing more and nothing less.

If he fell to such a weak illusion then he had no right to aim at revenge, or strength and power.

Walking forwards one more step, the illusion once again increased in level, as expected.

This time he was in the big hall of the Imperial Palace of the Royal Dragons. He was chained and tattered, like a beggar on the cold streets of winter.

While he was staying there chained, and beaten up, that bastard of a big brother that destroyed his previous life, was sitting on the throne looking at him with a mocking look.

Beside him, that b*tch that betrayed him was staying there looking at him as if he was just another beggar from the streets.

There were clear contempt and loathing in her look. He didn't understand why, he made her his wife, he made her his mate. He would make her his Empress, and yet that look.

Had he been too naïve in his past life, probably that was the reason.

He had been too fu*king naïve to notice what was really happening around him. His cultivation had been a joke.

But such a thing would never happen anymore, he would never become a person like that ever again.

At this moment his father entered the room, wearing luxurious clothes, and walking with his head high, he just threw a contemptuous look towards him and feigned to not know him.

It was like he had never been his son like he had never been the Crown Prince of the Royal Dragons Clan.

It was heartbreaking since he hadn't been able to meet his mother, his father had always been the person he always found backing.

His father had been his idol, and his example in life. But now that same father detested him and didn't even recognize him as his son.

Truly pitiful.

At first, his killing intent was boiling, and it seemed close to breaking the dam, and flood the place.

But, against all the expectations of the crowd surrounding him, he got up on his feet with a proud and arrogant look on his face.

Raising his head high, and looking towards the ceiling he started laughing.

He was laughing with a loud voice, like a mad man. If this was real then probably people would think that he had lost it, but he didn't care.

Then in the midst of his laughter, he said,

Tianlong Yun:" Haha… Is this all you got? I was expecting more from you!

I already consider all these people my enemies, they are people who will definitely die after millennia of torture, and even then they would suffer more, and perish.

So try to come up with a more realistic illusion!"

His killing intent disappeared as if it was just a ghost that found release, and he was calm once again. Right now his resolve for revenge was totally set in steel.

His enemies' better die before he returned otherwise their end would be worse than dying in the hands of the devils. And they were some horrifying motherfu*kers with their kills.

With that newfound resolve and determination, Tianlong Yun took the last step towards the end of the illusions.

This time, however, the scene shocked him for a moment.

He was staying in the middle of a big bed, with a knife passing through his heart and a smiling Tianlong Xia in front of him.

She was smiling while being completely naked, and at the same time being banged from his uncle from the back.

Tianlong Yue and Lu Bing were on his right, together with Tianlong Mei trying to satisfy his bastard of a big-brother.

He was there bleeding like an animal, that knife had passed through his heart. These were most probably his last moments.

All seemed so real, all looked so original.

This time his killing intent immediately boiled and started erupting from his body like a volcano that had been asleep for too long.

The place immediately turned frosty, and his eyes were bloodshot. Even though he knew a moment ago that this was just an illusion, he couldn't control himself.

These women were his weak points, his new family. Women that would never betray him.

The reason that he had been attached so easily to them was that he wanted them to grow beside him, and never even be able to imagine a life without him.

And yet, the result was what he was seeing at this moment. He hated them, he detested them. More than his brother, uncle, and Tianlong Mei.

More than anything in this world, he really hated those three.

He was feeling like his heart would turn into an ice cube and that shattered.

Right now he no longer thought that this was just an illusion, and most probably he would die here thousands of times, before dying in reality.

At this moment his death seemed like a sure outcome, his mind was about to break down.

When suddenly something started burning inside him, at first it was like a small flame, but slowly started to get bigger and more powerful.

From the beginning that small flame started showering his body in flame, and giving him warmth and a tender feeling.

Even when it turned into a big and powerful flame, it never went beyond that warmth and tenderness towards him, but outside it started to melt all the illusions.

Tianlong Yun couldn't understand what was happening for a moment. What was this thing, and from where it came from?

Why did it treat him so gently, but burned so ferociously on the outside? How could it melt away this nightmare so easily?

Nothing it made sense for a moment.

Then lowering his head towards his source, he was finally able to understand what was happening. He couldn't believe how stupid he was for a moment.

This flame was coming from the tattoo above his heart, the tattoo he got that day that they got transmigrated to this place.

The day of their oath.

The day that they became each other's half.

He was truly an idiot.

He dared to doubt her love and care, even for a moment. That alone made him a monster in his mind.

She was sacrificing everything for him, she had gone so far as to burn together with him. And yet he doubted her love.

In this new life, she had dedicated her life, purpose, goals, future to him asking only love and faith in return, and yet he had failed her.

It wasn't like Tianlong Xia was less wise than he was, or that she couldn't create her own Empire, or have her own revenge.

Most probably she was many levels above him, especially with her experience, and yet she let him chose their way, and just supported him from the back.

At this moment he was thinking it was true that behind a successful man, there is always a great woman.

While he was thinking like that, the nightmare inside the illusion was melted into nothingness, and what seemed like frosty darkness, had turned into a fiery red.

Placing his hand on the tattoo from where the fire came from, he closed his eyes, and said tenderly,

Tianlong Yun:" Sorry to have doubted you even for a second. I swear it will never happen again."

While he was making his oath, in his mind he was picturing the faces of his dear women.

Taking courage from that picturing inside his mind, he opened his eyes and walked out of the illusion formation.

He had passed the second trial, it was time for the third and last…

(TO BE CONTINUED…)