Chapter 922: Place of Nightmares

Chapter 922: Place of Nightmares

Lin Nuo was dumbfounded. What was going on?

How did he suddenly end up at the edge of a cliff in a flash of white light?

The edge of the cliff was a nightmare for Lin Nuo.

After all, he had only died once in his life, and it happened at the edge of a cliff.

This place certainly had the vibe of the cliff from that fateful battle.

In fact, it could be said that this was the very cliff of that showdown.

Damn it, what the heck is this?

This world is full of bizarre things, but a lot of them can be understood through the laws of this spirit cultivation realm.

However, illusions are like dreams—too mysterious and difficult to comprehend why such scenes occur.

It must be Su Kexin’s influence; indeed, nerves are contagious.

So what’s going on here?

He discovered that his body was mysteriously floating, faintly visible, like a soul or spirit.

What the heck? Did the old man ascend to heaven in the blink of an eye? Has he become a wandering ghost?

But something new appeared before Lin Nuo.

He noticed that beside him was Su Kexin, also faintly visible, her body mysteriously floating like a ghost.

Did they both ascend?

Well, well, this is a mutual downfall; this ending was unexpected, straight-up conclusion with fireworks—this script is wild.

But the situation was not as simple as he imagined—it was even more bizarre.

In addition to their two souls, there were two individuals at the edge of the cliff.

One was himself, and the other was Su Kexin.

He wasn’t mistaken; it was indeed the two of them.

They were in a soul state, watching the Lin Nuo at the cliff’s edge, as if it were a play.

“Master, Senior Brother, this…”

Upon seeing everything ahead, Su Kexin felt quite distressed because it was a nightmare of a scene.

At the cliff’s edge, Lin Nuo in a black battle robe was holding a pitch-black dragon-patterned long sword, surrounded by swirling Demon Qi. Standing before him was a girl in white, her once-white attire now stained with blood, her long hair flowing, her indifferent face glaring at Lin Nuo.

The long sword she held was pointed at Lin Nuo, who was kneeling with one knee on the ground. Her lips were moving, seemingly saying something, but they couldn’t hear it clearly.

Then, that long sword slashed down, hitting Lin Nuo’s vital point.

Immediately, Lin Nuo was no longer breathing, collapsing completely to the ground.

This scene tugged at Su Kexin’s heartstrings; it was truly terrifying—more frightening than any nightmare.

And the girl who had just stabbed Lin Nuo was none other than her!

Except she seemed much more mature than now, as if she had gone through years of life, losing her past innocence.

And just like that, Lin Nuo in his battle robe was stabbed to death by a single sword.

The ghostly Lin Nuo witnessed this, clearly understanding that it was the final battle on the edge of the cliff where he was ultimately killed.

So, why was he seeing this scene again? Could it be a dream?

This was still a third-person observation—like a god’s perspective. In the past, when such situations occurred, it was always in first-person, immersive experience, involving stabbing felt much healthier.

So why was there an extra observer now?

Comparing, the sword-wielding Su Kexin had shed the childishness of a girl; her aloof and proud demeanor, with sharp eyes that seemed capable of reflecting the whole world.

This silly little girl beside him was simply incomparable.

Reality can change a person so drastically; like him—once an ignorant brat, he eventually became a scheming villain.

Lin Nuo had dreamt of the cliff before, usually leading to no further details after being stabbed—after all, he died. Who knows what happened afterward?

But now, everything before his eyes was not over.

The sword-wielding Su Kexin was moving her lips, seemingly stating something.

After speaking, she began to use her sword flight technique, with the sword rising into the air, then took Lin Nuo’s lifeless body with her.

This left Lin Nuo shocked, utterly confused by this turn of events.

What’s going on? Carrying the body away?

What are you planning to do with my corpse? You won’t seriously whip it, right?

This is too terrifying; the protagonist actually has such a sinister heart—truly chilling.

Where is this sword flight headed? Lin Nuo was left curious about what would happen next, and what she would do to him.

Damn it, that cursed woman.

Lin Nuo gritted his teeth, a strong sense of humiliation surging up, but to be fair, everything before him might not be real.

Yes, maybe it’s an illusion designed to confuse him.

Without firsthand experience, one can’t say it’s real.

Lin Nuo was surprised, and Su Kexin next to him was equally stunned. In that moment, their gazes fell upon each other.

Both were taken aback, unsure of how to react.

What the heck is this? What just happened? It’s simply an unsolved mystery.

At that moment, their ethereal floating bodies gradually returned to normal, and they returned to human form.

They stood at the cliff’s edge, appearing as young boys and girls, somewhat more innocent than the two they had just seen.

The white-clad girl Su Kexin had already flown away on her sword, blending into the layer of white clouds, disappearing from sight.

A gentle breeze blew, stirring Lin Nuo’s hair; it felt so quiet here. The blood on the ground rapidly disappeared, and the nearly collapsed mountains restored, everything looking as if nothing ever happened.

Yet, there had indeed been a massacre here, a peak duel between representatives of righteous and demonic powers.

It was as if he had just dreamed a dream, or perhaps this was the dream.

“Senior Brother, just now…”

Su Kexin hesitated, her words caught in her throat, swallowing them back down.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, with both remaining silent, unsure how to bring up the matter.

“Is there a problem? Are you proud that you could kill me?” Lin Nuo smirked coldly, uttering those words.

“Senior Brother, I never meant to kill you…so what was all this…”

Su Kexin asked anxiously; everything seemed so obscure but felt so real.

“Just consider it a dream. Or perhaps a future scenario.”

Lin Nuo sat at the cliff’s edge, gazing thoughtfully into the distance.

“Senior Brother, do you know something…could you tell me? I’ve dreamt of similar scenes before, but I thought it was a nightmare. But now, it feels so real…I vaguely feel like this might have already happened.”

“I don’t know.”

Lin Nuo coldly replied, tossing a stone over the cliff; the stone quickly vanished into the swirling clouds below.

What would happen if one jumped down from here?

“Alright, Senior Brother… I hope that scene doesn’t appear in the future…I feel that it’s unlikely to happen…after all, there’s no reason…”

“If you think it’s unlikely, then it is.”

Lin Nuo turned around, still holding the Phoenix Sword, lifting the long sword towards Su Kexin:

“We shall spar here.”

“Huh? Spar? Why so suddenly?”

Su Kexin was left puzzled; why on earth were they suddenly sparring?