BOSS Transmigrates as a Little Cutie

Chapter 154.2 - Return



Chapter 154.2 - Return


That was impossible

Qing Yun covered his face and took two steps back, the scene of that woman pushing him into the space rift constantly replaying in front of his eyes.

His mother had self-detonated to save him, while his father died from being torn to shreds, and both were even refined into magical vessels by the Tao of Heaven?

All of this was because of Qing Yun himself, yet he did not know a single thing about all of this?

Seeing the constant struggle in Qing Yuns eyes, the Tao of Heaven continued speaking: Back then, the cultivation world pressured your father. To protect your mother, he lied to her and said he had killed you with his bare hands, but he had actually kept and raised you in the ancestral hall. Out of anger, your mother left home and returned to the Qing Hong Sword Sect.

All the people who loved and protected you died because of you. Your strength is all built upon the blood spilt by your loved ones, but Qing Yun, do you even have the slightest fond remembrance of them? And right now, are you going to fight your parents personally just to get back your own original soul? Every word and sentence of the Tao of Heaven was stabbed at Qing Yuns weakest spot, This puppet and this magical vessel both contain your parents original soul. If you destroy them, then your parents will be detached from the reincarnation cycle, and be completely obliterated from this world!

Qing Yun involuntarily staggered backwards. The hand holding onto his sword slacked, and Ming Fan who was in his hand fell from it.

Heart Demon Formation, initiate! With the order from the Tao of Heaven, the formation carved into the mountaintop was immediately activated and surrounded Qing Yun.

Ming Fan moved to shield Qing Yun, with the sword tip pointing at the Tao of Heaven. However, with a wave of the Tao of Heavens hand, millions of chains extended out from all corners of this world to trap Ming Fan directly.

Foreign enforcer, you have no right to participate in the events in this dimension! The Tao of Heaven looked at Ming Fan, and a trace of hesitation flashed past in his eyes.

The relationship between this person and Qing Yun was beyond his expectations, and he had to be on guard.

Heh, remember back when you intruded on my world, I havent settled that score with you yet! Ming fan sneered, but a flash of worry showed in his eyes when he glanced at Qing Yun. Although he said this, he understood in his heart as well that this was Qing Yuns own predestined fate. Only he could get past this on his own.

Besides, this world was intimately related to Qing Yun. Under this situation of the rules being devoured by the Tao of Heaven, it was true that he, a foreign and powerful spirit, could not act rashly.

You could try resisting.  The Tao of Heaven sneered. He personally stepped into the eye of the Heart Demon Formation. At the same time, the magical vessel containing the soul of Qing Yuns mother and the puppet that was refined from Qing Zhans corpse also entered the formation to be used against Qing Yun.

Qing Yun sat within the formation, with all kinds of scenes from his life replaying in front of his eyes.

A torrential sky full of flames and blood, and both strange and familiar faces begging him for mercy.

Accusations and name-calling came from the entire world, as well as the disappointed gazes from his loved ones.

The helplessness of being bedridden due to illness, the wretchedness of being unable to move freely, the panic of having to hide at all times everywhere, and the utmost indifference and despair. All of this flashed past in his heart one by one once more.

Under this onslaught of the Heart Demon, Qing Yuns face instead became calmer.

In his entire life, he had been blamed by thousands of people. Being right or wrong was never in his own hands, he had once thought that the people of this world were blinded by the Tao of Heaven, but from what it seemed like now, he was not immune to it either.

Hence, he had to personally see all of this for himself.

Qing Yun raised his hand, tapping a finger between his eyebrows. There was a sudden change in his aura, as if the clock was turned back, both his cultivation and face returned to what it was like in the past.

Qing Yuns aura slowly became weaker and weaker than his original strong aura today.

After many transmigrations, the golden crystal nucleus that formed in his soul turned grey and even showed cracks. His soul started to split again and transformed into the original owner of each world, experiencing their painful past once more in the Heart Demon Formation.

And Qing Yun reverted to his original soul-damaged form. His complexion slowly became sickly, his lips turning pale, and even his lower limbs lost all feeling once more.

At this point, the transformation had yet to finish. Qing Yuns cultivation continued to decrease without stopping. From above the Tribulation stage, it plummeted straight down all the way until he reached the beginning of Transcendency stage back when he was hiding in the Qing Hong Sword Sect, and it stopped.

The Qing Yun right now was no longer as powerful as he was before, entirely reverting to that bedridden due to illness, unable to move freely, weakened look.

An image suddenly appeared in the Heart Demon Formation. It was of a crippled youth in grey, dressed as a disciple who did the odd jobs. He bowed his head against the scornful stares of those around him, limping along as he walked through the Qing Hong Sword Sect.

This The crowd below the summit, who was watching the battle, watched Qing Yuns transformation firsthand and were all astonished.

It is the time-returning technique, Qing Yun is actually using the Heart Demon Formation to refine his heart!

This sort of practice would only appear in ancient legends!


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