Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2166 1108: Resolving the Heart Demon

Luckily, although the disaster playing out right in front of him felt genuine, it was bound to stay as an illusion, riddled with plenty of gaps.

Additionally, Lin Tianming's determination stood strong, and his Dao heart remained pure, keeping him from fully giving in to the fake realm.

However, the illusory realm didn't vanish entirely; it morphed into a fresh vista instead.

Now, Lin Tianming and Qin Xi stood upon a sheer precipice.

A dark, endless chasm stretched out ahead, with intermittent crimson flashes—shadows of dragons weaving through the gloom.

From the chasm's depths came bursts of eerie dragon cries, sounding ravenous and yearning for sustenance.

Evidently, hordes of mighty demonic dragons lurked at the pit's base, their sinister energy sealed in place, hungering for victims to tumble from the edge.

Lin Tianming and Qin Xi's sudden presence stirred the dragons into frenzy, salivating for their next meal.

This vision stayed astonishingly vivid.

Inside this altered domain, Lin Tianming and Qin Xi appeared pallid, their Daoist robes splattered with blood, their essences feeble.

Lin Tianming in particular had a turbulent aura; his state hovered on the verge of total breakdown.

They were badly hurt at that point, having pushed through endless perils to finally arrive here.

Chasing after them, Song Chufeng and a handful of powerful hunters surged closer, their hostile vibes and energy screaming murderous intent.

Song Chufeng and his crew advanced until they were less than a thousand feet away from Lin Tianming.

Right then, Lin Tianming and Qin Xi eyed the approaching Song Chufeng and his followers, their faces darkening with dread.

"Ming, under our feet stretches a bottomless abyss, teeming with wild dragons. We can't possibly flee today."

Qin Xi's words prompted Lin Tianming to force out a wry laugh, as if yielding to the inevitable doom.

Death didn't scare him, particularly not when facing it alongside his cherished one, ready to embrace it side by side.

With such resolve, Lin Tianming stayed composed, serenely welcoming the end.

"Xi'er... Under these conditions, escape truly isn't possible."

"Yet we're lucky—at least we perish together as tragic lovers; it's a decent way to wrap things up."

With those words, Lin Tianming offered a tender smile, looking at Qin Xi with deep fondness, baring his emotions and affection.

Suddenly, Song Chufeng mocked from behind.

"Heh... What a duo of doomed romantics…"

"Even now, you put on this show of love—how pathetic…"

While saying this, Song Chufeng fixed a piercing stare: "Qin Xi, won't you come back to our alliance? Have you really caught feelings for this guy and intend to go down with him?"

His words barely ended when Qin Xi, next to Lin Tianming, let out a light laugh, responding with deference: "Second Elder, you're overthinking it!"

"I've never forgotten my ties to the Blood Red Alliance, not once truly turning against the sect that raised me."

In a flash, Qin Xi dashed away from Lin Tianming, joining the Blood Red Alliance members.

Witnessing this, Lin Tianming stood stunned.

"Xi'er... You..."

"What is this about?"

Lin Tianming gaped at Qin Xi, unable to believe it.

Song Chufeng pressed on at that juncture.

"Kid, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Heh... You actually bought the act—what an epic fool you are."

After that, Song Chufeng ordered Qin Xi from afar: "End him now!"

At his command, Qin Xi erupted with her complete power, her earlier wounds fading, almost restored to peak form.

Next, the blade in Qin Xi's grip glowed brightly, launching a fierce strike that sliced through the air toward Lin Tianming.

"Shoo shoo shoo..."

A surge of sword hum filled the air, brilliant rays shooting forth, with sword Qi leading the assault.

Lin Tianming, gravely injured, had his True Essence Mana almost exhausted, leaving him powerless.

Moreover, Qin Xi's sudden and rapid blow gave him no chance to guard himself.

In this dire spot, as the sword glow hit, Lin Tianming could scarcely move before the deadly blade plunged into his chest.

Then, Lin Tianming's form, akin to a puppet with cut strings, tumbled backward into the chasm.

The whole event happened in a blur, concluding in mere seconds.

Lin Tianming's awareness lingered on, sensing his body dropping endlessly, dragon howls ringing in his ears, his thoughts lost in haze.