Chapter 68: The Truth Revealed

It was as if a clear lake as smooth as a mirror was suddenly shattered by a violent boulder, with fragments of the jade-like water splashing everywhere, and the tranquility vanishing instantly. When the evil magic array, under Lin Yu's desperate and all-out violent strike, had its patterns scattered in a mess like a broken spider web torn apart by the fierce wind, and the strange light dimmed and dissipated rapidly like an oil lamp running out of oil. In an instant, the evil ceremony came to an abrupt halt, just like a tightly stretched string of a musical instrument suddenly cut by a sharp blade, with no lingering sound left. In the blink of an eye, the scene seemed to be swept into a violent chaotic whirlpool. The hubbub and commotion were like a surging tide that could swallow the sky and the sun, instantly engulfing everything, and the order and peace were completely gone.

Those evil high-ranking members who had originally been around the magic array, muttering incantations with crazy and ferocious expressions, and wantonly controlling the progress of the ceremony, at this moment, the extremely twisted pride and cruelty on their faces froze instantly, as if they had been cast with a body immobilization spell. Then, it was deeply replaced by boundless fear, which overflowed from their eyes, as if they had witnessed the terrifying scene of the end of the world. They knew very well that their evil plan, which they had carefully schemed to drag the cultivation world into an endless abyss and subvert its order, had been shattered mercilessly like a fragile and illusory dream, and there was no possibility of piecing it back together. So, they were like headless flies that had lost their way, fleeing frantically in all directions in a state of panic and confusion. Their steps were unsteady and hasty, and their figures were in a sorry state, just like hares being chased by wolves, desperately trying to find a glimmer of life in this chaotic mess and escape the severe punishment of justice, even if it was just to survive for a little while longer.

Lin Yu stood tall and proud like a pine tree, remaining motionless on the spot, as if he had merged with the earth. His gaze was as cold as frost, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, scanning the chaotic battlefield that was like the Avici Hell with a ruthless and sharp look. His eyes were as firm as iron and as deep as the sea. He was not attracted by those evil high-ranking members who were fleeing in all directions like homeless dogs. In his eyes, these people were just insignificant ants not worth mentioning. Instead, like a vigorous eagle that had locked onto its prey, he focused his gaze tightly on the man in the black robe who had been hiding in the dark depths, manipulating many evil deeds and was like a ghost in the night.

At this time, the man in the black robe also seemed to keenly feel Lin Yu's gaze that was as bright as a torch. His figure suddenly stiffened slightly, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible but tough rope, or as if he was instantly frozen in place. After a moment, as if he had used all his strength, he slowly raised his hands that seemed to carry a thousand catties of weight. His movements were slow and heavy, and every bit of movement seemed to be breaking free from an invisible restraint. But in that slowness, there was also a hint of undeniable determination, as if he was about to make a major decision that concerned life and death and could turn the tide of the situation. Then, he gently, gently took off the mysterious mask that had covered his face for a long time.

As the mask slowly slipped off, it was like uncovering a mysterious veil that had been sealed for many years. A somewhat familiar face gradually emerged clearly in front of Lin Yu's eyes—it was Su Yu, the son of the former Cabinet owner of the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion"!

Su Yu's face was haggard, as if it had been mercilessly whipped and honed by the trials of time. His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. His eye sockets were sunken, like two dark pools. His eyes were full of exhaustion and a sense of vicissitudes, which were the marks left after enduring countless sleepless nights and hardships. But even so, the resolute light hidden deep in his eyes was like an eternal torch burning brightly, never extinguished, always shining tenaciously and brightly, illuminating his slightly dim face.

He tilted his head slightly, as if telling the sky about his unyielding and tenacious spirit. Then, he took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if surging waves were churning inside. It was as if he was trying his best to calm down the complex and fluctuating emotions in his heart that were like turbulent waves. Then, with a voice that was slightly hoarse but as powerful as a great bell, he told Lin Yu the truth that had been sealed by time for a long time, a truth that was as magnificent as an epic legend but full of blood, tears, and bitterness.

In the long past, the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion" had been a shining lighthouse of justice in the cultivation world, radiating brilliant light, illuminating the dark corners and guiding the way forward. The disciples in the pavilion all had sincere hearts, adhering to the lofty belief of eliminating demons and defending the way, and upholding justice. They traveled the world with their swords, walking freely on every inch of the land. Their figures were like divine soldiers descending from the sky, appearing in every corner attacked by evil forces. Wherever they went, the evil spirits fled in fear like ghosts seeing the light, and the common people admired them greatly, as if they were admiring the gods coming down to earth.

However, the world is unpredictable, changing like a fleeting cloud. Just as there may be turbulent and dangerous undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface of the sea, as time flowed slowly, like the fine sand in an hourglass slipping away quietly, some evil forces, like venomous snakes hiding in the dark corners, quietly infiltrated the high-level core of the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion". They colluded secretly, like villains collaborating in evil deeds, exchanging information, and quietly cultivating their own forces, like sowing the seeds of evil in fertile soil, allowing them to take root, sprout, and grow. Gradually, they took control of the key decision-making power of the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion", like a group of greedy termites eroding the beams and columns. Slowly and quietly, they eroded this once impregnable and towering fortress of justice, casting a thick shadow over it like a dark cloud. The once shining light of justice was also obscured by the dark clouds, gradually dimming and losing its former glory and honor.

Su Yu's father, the wise and upright former Cabinet owner, with his keen insight accumulated over years of experience in the martial world and through numerous hardships, was like a vigilant old fox and sensed the evil forces that were quietly growing like a tumor within the organization. He knew very well that if these hidden dangers were not eliminated in a timely and decisive manner, not only would the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion" completely become the evil minions of the evil forces and a pitiful tool to help the evildoers, but the entire cultivation world would also be mercilessly dragged into the dark abyss of eternal damnation. At that time, countless lives would be lost, and the blood would flow like a river, turning the world into a living hell. So, he resolutely stepped forward, like a fearless warrior. Relying on his towering prestige and profound strength in the pavilion, he tried to uproot those evil forces and eradicate them completely, to restore peace and clarity to the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion" and bring tranquility and harmony back to the cultivation world.

However, the evil forces were as cunning as foxes, shrewd and full of foresight. They were like chess players who had carefully laid out a plan, setting up numerous traps, pressing step by step, with every move carefully calculated and seamless. In a carefully planned conspiracy that was like a perfect chess game, they brutally killed Su Yu's father. On that day, the sky was as gloomy as if it had been stained with ink, as heavy as a huge black lead plate, pressing down as if it were going to crush the whole world. Su Yu watched helplessly as his father fell to the ground in front of him. His towering figure was like a collapsing mountain, and blood gushed out, instantly staining the ground beneath his feet red, like tragic blood flowers blooming. At that moment, his heart was filled with the flames of anger, and the hatred was like a surging magma, scorching hot, almost burning his sanity to ashes and making him fall into the abyss of madness.

But he was not completely blinded by hatred and lose his mind. He was like a wise man who suddenly woke up in the dark, understanding that in the face of these powerful and cunning evil 

forces, acting impulsively and recklessly at this time would only lead to his own death in vain, like a moth flying into the fire and bringing about his own destruction. It would also make his father's sacrifice meaningless, and all his efforts and hard work would be in vain, like bubbles disappearing into the air without leaving a trace. So, he gritted his teeth tightly, as if gripping the throat of fate, and endured the heart-wrenching pain in his heart, which was like being pierced by a thousand arrows. He buried the hatred deep, deep in his heart, like burying a precious seed in the most fertile and hidden soil.

Since then, he was like a lone hero lurking in the deepest darkness, alone, carefully shuttling between various forces, like a traveler walking through a thicket of thorns, taking every step with great caution and fear. He was like a ghost with a thousand faces, disguising himself and changing his identity. Sometimes, he was an unremarkable waiter, like an invisible person, silently collecting the words of the martial artists in the noisy taverns and inns, not missing any clue that might be related to the evil forces; sometimes, he was a ragged beggar wandering on the streets, searching for the traces left by the evil forces in the deserted streets and alleys, like looking for a spark in the dark.

In this way, he silently and persistently collected the evidence of the evil forces' crimes. Those pieces of evidence were like fragments of a jigsaw puzzle, gradually piecing together the complete picture of the evil forces in his hands, like an ugly painting slowly unfolding before his eyes. At the same time, he was also constantly searching for their weaknesses and conspiracy layouts, like a master chess player studying the opponent's chess game, looking for that fatal blow. In this long and arduous process, he experienced countless dangers and difficulties, like walking on the edge of a cliff. Several times, he was on the verge of losing his life, like hovering at the gate of hell. But relying on his unyielding willpower as hard as steel and his extraordinary wisdom, he miraculously managed to turn danger into safety time and time again, like steadily navigating a small boat in the turbulent waves.

He had been waiting for a suitable opportunity—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could wipe out these evil forces in one fell swoop and completely destroy their conspiracy, like a patient hunter lurking in the grass, quietly waiting for the best hunting moment, waiting for the prey to step into the fatal trap.

Lin Yu listened quietly to Su Yu's story, as if listening to a stirring and tragic heroic epic. His heart was in turmoil, filled with a complex mix of emotions and countless thoughts. He had never expected that in this thrilling and life-and-death battle that was like walking on a tightrope, he would get to know such a friend who had a belief as firm as a rock and an unyielding spirit like a pine tree. Su Yu in front of him, although his figure seemed a bit thin and weak, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, in Lin Yu's eyes, he was like a towering mountain, extremely tall and worthy of admiration. He had never thought that behind this battle between good and evil, there was such a tortuous and complicated story, like a maze, a story that made people sigh. It was a legend related to the rise and fall of the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion", carrying the history of its prosperity and decline, and a truth related to the life and death of the entire cultivation world, determining the fate of the universe. Now, after the cruel baptism of blood and fire, the mysterious veil of this truth was finally slowly lifted, like uncovering the red veil of a bride, revealing its true appearance, as if the truth was finally revealed to the world.