# Chapter 2251: Another Life
Lin Feng's divine soul returned to his original body, yet at this moment he felt a profound sense of vicissitude, as if in that brief span of time just now, he had experienced an entire lifetime, even though it was not his own life.
Yet even so, those scenes, like memories, echoed within his mind, impossible to erase, impossible to forget.
"This is Xiao Tian's life. If I hold onto it so tightly now, engraving it into my memory, will it affect my own life's insights?" Lin Feng murmured inwardly. He could treat that period of life as a kind of enlightenment for his own existence, but he could not immerse himself too deeply into it. Otherwise, he would truly become absorbed into it, and then he, Lin Feng, would no longer be Lin Feng. That lifetime was too real; his divine soul had been inside Xiao Tian's body, as if they were one.
However, before Lin Feng could think further, a terrifying suction force once again enveloped him. He had no power to resist. A beam of light carried his entire being away, and then his divine soul once again separated from his physical body, drifting into the distance. At this moment, Lin Feng understood that the Ten Thousand Demon King wanted him to experience another of his lifetimes.
"Ha..." Lin Feng took a deep breath. Before he could digest one lifetime, he had to experience another. Lin Feng wondered if this would cause his personality to split, making him forget who he was, because each lifetime felt as if he himself were the protagonist.
"Falling like snowflakes, one sword beyond the sky sees sunlight." At this moment, another clear and resonant voice rolled through the air. The next moment, Lin Feng felt himself standing on a snowy ground, appearing within another body. He was the master of this body. At this moment, the master was practicing with a sword, each stroke so crisp and clean, cutting through the sky-filling snowflakes, causing a round sun to appear in the white void, illuminating the pure white snow.
This was a young sword cultivator with clear eyes, at the Honored Martial Realm, with a very good understanding of the sword, already mastering several types of Essence power.
"Senior Brother." At this moment, a crisp voice came, and then Lin Feng saw a woman as pure as snow walking over, clean and beautiful. Seeing her, a sunny smile appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth, as if it would melt the white snow.
"Senior Brother, catch the sword!" At that moment, a beam of sunlight shot over, a brilliant sword thrusting straight at the young man. The young man smiled slightly, holding his sword as he advanced. The two clashed, practicing sword techniques together, and finally, they danced with swords in unison, a beautiful scene in the mortal world.
Tired, the two leaned together in the snow. The beautiful woman rested her head on the young man's shoulder, smiling: "Senior Brother, the Eldest Senior Brother is exceptionally talented. He has already spoken to Master about proposing marriage."
The young man's expression suddenly stiffened, turning pale in an instant. This matter had finally come.
"Junior Sister, can you ask Master to wait for me a few years?" He knew he was not as good as the Eldest Senior Brother now, but for his junior sister, he could definitely become stronger.
"A few years?"
"Within five years, I will definitely surpass the Eldest Senior Brother." The young man's gaze was firm. The young girl looked at him, then sweetly smiled, gently kissing his forehead before laughing and walking away, saying: "Go down the mountain now. I will definitely wait for you for five years."
Touching his forehead, the young man smiled and said firmly: "Definitely."
With that, he stood up, carrying his ancient sword on his back, and descended the mountain.
The next five years, the young man traveled through secret realms, ventured into forbidden lands, sought powerful techniques and divine abilities, sparing no effort. He found people to spar with in swordsmanship, even using his own body to test swords, to feel the swords of others. Five years, he did not know how much blood and sweat he shed. Finally, when he returned to the Snow Mountain, he had achieved fame and success, his cultivation strong, having reached the peak of Low-rank Emperor Realm.
He saw his junior sister again. This day was the happiest day of his life. His junior sister was going to give everything to him. Yet he felt a faint pain in his heart, because he discovered that his junior sister was not a virgin. Because of his deep love, even though it hurt, he still chose to forget, not mentioning it. But the next day, the soft body in his arms had disappeared, leaving only a blood letter: "Senior Brother, Junior Sister is sorry for you. The Eldest Senior Brother, he... Junior Sister is a withered flower and fallen willow, originally unworthy of you, but Junior Sister truly could not let go. But now, I can finally put everything down. Do not look for me. One day, when you become the master of Snow Mountain and eliminate those scoundrels, perhaps I will quietly come to see Senior Brother."
Heartache. Lin Feng once again felt a piercing pain in his heart. He was the young man, and the young man was him. They were originally one. A furious roar tore the house apart with sword intent. He felt he had failed his junior sister. He wanted revenge. That day, he found the Eldest Senior Brother. As soon as they met, a great battle erupted. He hated the other, and the other seemed to hate him too. They both loved the same woman.
This battle ended with both sides severely wounded. And the Master still protected the Eldest Senior Brother, cutting off his arm with a single sword strike, angrily saying: "Bold rebellious disciple, too presumptuous. Get out of Snow Mountain."
Looking at the Master's roar, the young man was in despair. He did not know if the Master had participated in the Eldest Senior Brother's beastly deeds. Remembering his junior sister's words, he became even more desperate. He descended the mountain again.
In the affairs of the world, the power of love, familial affection, and hatred are great driving forces, supporting martial cultivators to crazily become stronger. Lin Feng was like this, and the young man was like this. Everyone's life has a story etched into their bones. In the following years, the young man traveled across the mountains and rivers of the world, escaping death many times, meeting many people, experiencing many things. Yet his heart remained frozen, only for that blood letter.
Every martial cultivator who walks the path to the peak may experience endless life-and-death trials, but their luck will never be too bad. They can always escape death. How can one become a peak powerhouse if they die? And they will definitely have one thing in common: willpower, unyielding and tenacious.
The young man achieved it. He only returned to Snow Mountain after reaching the Great Emperor Realm, sweeping away everything. But he did not see his enemy or his beloved. He inquired everywhere, and finally discovered that the number one beauty of Yong City had married a descendant of the City Lord. And that number one beauty was, unexpectedly, his beloved junior sister.
Facing this behemoth of Yong City, he secretly met his junior sister. His junior sister told him heartbrokenly that she had already died once, and the other party had saved her. So she gave herself to the other party. Yet his junior sister still deeply loved him. She accompanied him through the most beautiful times. They exchanged martial experience, watched the wind, flowers, snow, and moon, holding nothing back. But she eventually left.
The young man swore that for his beloved, even if he had to level Yong City, he would do it. The young man finally embarked on the demonic path of slaughter. He cultivated the Life-Severing Sword Technique, sacrificing life itself, annihilating everything. Under his hand, countless bones lay. He became devoid of humanity, devoid of love and affection, degenerating into a demon of slaughter, severing all life.
Time passed. Countless strong rose, countless strong fell. The young man walked upon the land of Yong City, as if he had long discarded his former self. He charged into Yong City, rivers of blood flowing, mountains of bones piled high. On this day, he saw his Eldest Senior Brother. His Eldest Senior Brother had also become a terrifyingly powerful figure, looking at him with eyes full of hatred.
Besides the two of them, there were also several extremely formidable figures: his junior sister's husband, the current master of Yong City, and a powerful evil cultivator. There was no dialogue, only slaughter. This battle turned the sky dark and the earth dim. The entire City Lord's Mansion of Yong City was stained red with blood. On the land of Yong City, countless bones appeared. The final victor belonged to the young man. The others all died under his sword.
"Senior Brother." His junior sister was now a stunningly beautiful woman, looking at him with heartache and deep affection.
The young man looked at her calmly, without a word. Then, he thrust his sword forward, piercing into her heart. His junior sister's expression turned pale, her heart aching. She looked at him, despairingly asking: "Why?"
The Life-Severing Sword Intent destroyed everything, enveloping the heavens. The young man looked up at the sky. The ground split apart, and the sky seemed about to shatter. Yet the young man's eyes always held an indifferent expression, as if devoid of any emotion.
"Your cultivation is also this strong now." A seemingly meaningless voice came from the mouth of the former young man. Now, his temples already had white hair, his gaze merciless.
"You should not have been this strong. And the Eldest Senior Brother, what kind of person was he? I should have understood. The way he looked at me was filled with vicious hatred, just like how I once looked at him. And the Master, the heartache he showed when he hurt me back then, the anger in his eyes — how could I still not see through it now?"
The young man said calmly, causing the woman's lips to reveal a heartbreaking smile: "So you already knew. Then why did you still kill your Eldest Senior Brother?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. Just like this sword strike, this was never what I wanted. Most of my life was for you. Yet when I reached the end, I discovered that the belief I had always held was no longer my belief. My vision naturally became clearer. Now, let me break free from everything."
The young man said indifferently. The sword curtain enveloped heaven and earth, tearing everything apart. There were many questions he had not solved, but he did not wish to solve them, nor was he bothered to. They were all, no longer important.
When the smoke cleared, the young man and Lin Feng appeared in another space. Lin Feng's divine soul drifted out. The young man looked up at him and said: "This lifetime, what are your thoughts?"
Lin Feng was silent, long without words. Another lifetime, so clear. He was not a bystander but a firsthand experiencer. This lifetime was also a period of life, one that could be written down. At this moment, Lin Feng did not know what feeling to have. He had just experienced another legendary journey of a strong cultivator.
"I am very curious. What was your first lifetime like?" Lin Feng said calmly. But the other party only smiled. First lifetime, huh.
"My first lifetime was the most glorious lifetime, yet also the most humiliating lifetime!" The other party replied calmly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. That smile seemed to disregard heaven and earth.