Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2165 1107: Heart Demon Tribulation (Part 2)

Right now, these bodies had already lost every trace of life, evidently having suffered a brutal clan extermination war, ultimately meeting their demise in the turmoil.

Witnessing this sight, Lin Tianming abruptly felt a surge of bewilderment.

"What is this?"

"Grandfather... Clan Leader... Countless clan uncles..."

"Yue'er..."

"What exactly happened?"

"What has happened to the Lin Family?"

Lin Tianming muttered under his breath, a dazed look appearing in his gaze.

Slowly, Lin Tianming's face twisted into one of intense rage, a fearsome energy bursting forth from his being, his presence and power growing wildly unstable, pushing his whole form to the edge of breakdown.

"Boom... Boom..."

As thunderous booms echoed, Lin Tianming was snapped back to his senses.

In that instant, he turned toward the source of the noise, spotting over a dozen Lin Family members clashing fiercely with another force.

Those in the fray included Lin Shikang, Lin Shilu, and the senior members of the Lin Family.

Beyond them, from the Xing Generation of clansmen, numerous faces Lin Tianming knew well, or close kin, were confronting the foes.

Leading the opposing side, their numbers reached several hundred fighters, featuring dozens at the Golden Core Stage, while the others held Foundation Establishment levels.

Furthermore, at the forefront of the enemy forces, two prominent figures loomed.

These two held commanding roles; one was Song Chufeng, the Second Elder of the Blood Red Alliance, and the other was an unfamiliar elder to Lin Tianming, yet by his looks and the emanating cultivation power, it was clearly Chen Guanghua, the Great Elder of the Blood Red Alliance.

Chen Guanghua, as a supreme powerhouse, was no stranger across Qingzhou territory, with countless cultivators having laid eyes on him or at least sensed his might through depictions.

Lin Tianming included, who had encountered details about this elite in various intel summaries and ancient texts.

Now, with this powerhouse entering his view, Lin Tianming swiftly identified him.

At that time, high above in the skies, Chen Guanghua and Song Chufeng were unleashing savage assaults on the Lin Family fighters.

Besides these two supreme masters, underneath them, scores of Golden Core Stage experts were relentlessly slaughtering the Lin Family members.

As for the Foundation Establishment cultivators, some lent support from the flanks, others watched on, and from time to time, roars of excitement or derisive laughs erupted among the crowd of hundreds.

Against such a formidable array, the Lin Family was being pushed back, with members falling to enemy strikes nearly every second.

At this juncture, Lin Shikang and Lin Shilu, along with a handful of Lin Family elders, were pouring out desperate strikes to hold off the Blood Red Alliance, aiming to give the withdrawing clansmen some precious moments.

Yet, the Blood Red Alliance's might was overwhelmingly superior, not just in sheer numbers.

More crucially, their side boasted two Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses, Chen Guanghua standing out as a horrifying force at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

And these two elite cultivators, with mere effortless barrages, caused several Golden Core Stage Lin Family members to drop.

This included Lin Shilu and Lin Tianyun, who were at Golden Core Grand Perfection; they were gravely wounded in an instant by the onslaughts from Song Chufeng and his allies.

In this fashion, after just a few exchanges, over half the Lin Family's Golden Core Stage clansmen lay dead, the remaining ones wounded, many critically.

Under these circumstances, the Lin Family could only fall back steadily, struggling to mount any defense.

"Boom... Boom..."

Following yet another series of blasts, Lin Xingrong also perished in the conflict, his form plummeting from the air, blood rapidly staining his prone body and pooling on the earth below.

"Xing Rong..."

In that moment, as Lin Shilu caught sight of this, the elder let out a frenzied howl, his voice filled with heartbreaking anguish.

Not just him, but the clansmen at their rear too, all with eyes blazing red, cried out in sorrow, some even hurling curses.

"Those fiends of the Blood Red Alliance..."

"Chen Guanghua, Song Chufeng, may you suffer agonizing ends..."

"You destroy our Lin Family this day, but when the clan's prodigies return, we shall avenge this deep grudge."

"You will pay dearly soon enough."

"..."

While the Lin Family members vented their curses, the fight raged on, and the slaughter persisted.

As greater numbers of Lin Family members collapsed, many shared close bonds with Lin Tianming.

Even his immediate relatives tumbled one after another.

This ongoing horror kept jarring Lin Tianming further.

Now, Lin Tianming lingered stunned at one edge of the plaza, his stare empty and face blank, resembling a ragged vagrant with tangled locks, yet his eyes gleamed with an eerie ferocity.

Moreover, his energy churned violently, and the sporadic bursts of power hinted at descending insanity.

Should this persist, with Lin Tianming enduring endless shocks, he would surely plunge into utter derangement.

In that condition, escape might prove impossible, leaving him eternally ensnared.

This deteriorating frenzy had been building relentlessly.

Then, as Lin Tianming edged closer to outright lunacy, prepared to succumb fully, a bell tolled from the heart of the Qingyun Mountain Clan Land.

The toll was prolonged and grand, infused with spiritual essence, offering a soothing balm that eased the raging thoughts at first.

Listening intently, the bell's resonance felt like thunder crashing nearby or enchanting melodies resonating in the soul.

As the peal subsided, the hues of the surroundings shifted faintly.

Positioned in the plaza, Lin Tianming—previously lost in turmoil—now, enveloped by the known chime, began to steady himself.

Evidently, this bell's ring held an uncanny quality, timed with perfect precision, striking just as Lin Tianming teetered on ruin.

It was precisely this chime that delivered a soothing influence to Lin Tianming, poised on the verge of berserk fury.

Before long, the near-maddened Lin Tianming settled down, his rampant energy and dread killing intent abruptly contained.

Had it stayed so, within seconds, Lin Tianming would have fully recovered.

Indisputably, after about ten breaths, Lin Tianming had indeed normalized.

By then, his formerly lifeless eyes sparkled once more, his presence fully balanced.

Gazing forward again at the site of the recent carnage, the vision started to fade.

Around him, the myriad clansmen corpses dissolved into twinkling lights, scattering across the skies and lands.

Quickly, every trace of the slaughter vanished entirely.

The Qingyun Mountain Lin Family Ancestral Land reverted to its original state.

This restored vista brought the deepest sense of familiarity to Lin Tianming.

Observing this, as he stood in the plaza, Lin Tianming offered a faint smile, as if emerging from that nightmarish vision.

"So... It's a Heart Demon Tribulation!"

"Those villains of the Blood Red Alliance were just manifestations of inner hatred."

"And this heart demon sought only to drag me into its realm, where I could lose my way forever."

"Once trapped inside, there'd be no way out for this life."

At this instant, Lin Tianming whispered to himself, clearly grasping what had transpired before.

Reflecting on that prior event, Lin Tianming felt a quiet surge of relief; the bell from deep within Qingyun Mountain Clan Land appeared strangely fortuitous.

Without that toll to soothe his vengeful spirit, awakening might have eluded him.

Instead, he could have lingered teetering on the precipice.

Once the frenzy deepened to total shatter, reentering that domain would have been irrevocable.

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