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I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 538 If We Can’t Live Together, We’ll Just Refine the Whole Realm Into Our Tomb! (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)
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Chapter 538: Chapter 538 If We Can’t Live Together, We’ll Just Refine the Whole Realm Into Our Tomb! (Bonus Chapter for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

At their level, battles were no longer decided in days or years.

If they fought, the heavens would collapse and landscapes could shatter.

Their struggle could easily last thousands, tens of thousands, or even millions of years without a clear victor emerging.

When cultivators of equal strength clashed, victory was often determined by luck, opportunity, or a tiny moment of weakness.

Unless the difference in power was overwhelming, such battles rarely ended quickly.

Daoist Thunder Emperor clenched his fists.

The old man before him was an existence capable of destroying entire regions if he truly lost control.

Yet when he looked toward Lin Feng, he found the young man sitting as calmly as ever.

Lin Feng’s expression remained tranquil, like a still lake untouched by the wind.

It was as though the terrifying pressure filling the room did not exist.

"I am afraid I cannot do that," Lin Feng finally said.

The old man’s eyes narrowed.

Lin Feng continued, his voice carrying neither fear nor hostility.

"Your lover, Ye Hanbing, died millions of years ago. Her life ended long before this era began."

He glanced at Bai Qing.

"The woman standing before you is Bai Qing. Yes, she may be the reincarnation of Ye Hanbing, but reincarnation does not mean they are the same person. She possesses different memories, different experiences, different dreams, and a different destiny."

Bai Qing’s heart trembled as she listened.

Lin Feng slowly folded his hands behind his back.

"The Ye Hanbing you loved belongs to the past. Bai Qing belongs to the present. They walk different paths and live different lives."

The old man’s aura began to fluctuate violently.

"You ask me to return your lover to you, but the truth is that the woman you seek no longer exists. What stands before you is someone entirely new."

For the first time, a trace of sadness appeared in Lin Feng’s eyes.

"Why cling so desperately to the past?"

His gaze met the old man’s.

"Millions of years have passed. Entire civilizations have risen and fallen. Oceans have become mountains and mountains have become oceans. Yet you remain trapped in a single moment."

Lin Feng sighed softly.

"Let go of your obsession. Move on. Meet new people. Experience new things. There is no benefit in carrying chains forged by memories."

The room became deathly silent. Then the old man laughed. A quiet laugh.

A laugh filled with loneliness, sorrow, and madness.

"Move on?"

His voice trembled slightly.

"You speak so easily of moving on."

The old man slowly raised his head.

"If it were that simple, I would have done so millions of years ago."

"I see." Lin Feng sighed softly. "Then I guess a big fatty is going to get lucky again tonight."

He shook his head as though lamenting the fate of some unfortunate soul.

Finishing the last drop of tea in his cup, he casually placed it on the table and rose to his feet.

The room fell silent.

Lin Feng faced the old man directly.

His expression was calm, his posture relaxed, and his eyes carried neither fear nor hostility.

It was as though he was inviting an old friend for a conversation rather than confronting one of the most terrifying experts in existence.

Then he spoke the words he had uttered many times before.

"Come."

Lin Feng beckoned with a single finger.

"Give me your best move."

His voice was calm but carried unquestionable confidence.

"Because after that, you won’t have the chance to strike again."

The old man stared at him.

For a brief moment, neither moved.

Although Lin Feng sympathized with the tragedy of the old man’s life, sympathy alone could not change reality.

The man before him had sacrificed millions of years waiting for the reincarnation of his beloved.

Millions of years.

Entire ages had passed. Stars had been born and extinguished.

Empires had risen from dust and returned to dust. Yet he had continued waiting.

A lesser man would have gone insane long ago.

Unfortunately, obsession and devotion were separated by only a thin line.

The old man had already crossed it. Lin Feng could understand his pain.

He could even admire the depth of such love. But understanding did not mean agreement.

Bai Qing was not Ye Hanbing.

And he could not allow the old man to kill her in pursuit of his impossible dream.

Such was the nature of the world.

Doing what was right was often far more difficult than doing what was easy.

"..."

The old man remained silent. Beneath his robes, his ancient eyes never left Lin Feng.

At that moment, every instinct he possessed screamed in warning.

Run.

Leave.

Do not fight.

The intuition he had sharpened through millions of years of life had saved him countless times before.

It had warned him of ambushes, heavenly tribulations, ancient monsters, and countless deadly dangers.

And now it was warning him again. The feeling was stronger than ever.

If he fought Lin Feng... He would die.

The certainty was so overwhelming that even his soul trembled.

Yet another force existed within him. A force far stronger than fear.

Love.

Obsession.

Regret.

The memory of a woman named Ye Hanbing. For millions of years, that memory had sustained him.

For millions of years, it had been the reason he continued breathing.

It was no longer something he could abandon. There was no turning back. Not anymore.

A smile slowly appeared on the old man’s wrinkled face.

It was neither joyful nor sad.

It was the smile of someone who had already accepted the outcome.

"I understand."

His voice was calm.

"If this is the end of my journey, then so be it."

BOOM!

The old man’s spiritual pressure erupted.

The heavens shook. The earth groaned. The air itself shattered into countless fragments.

An endless sea of dark spiritual energy poured from his body like a flood that had been suppressed for millions of years.

Despite his small and frail appearance, he suddenly seemed incomparably gigantic at this time.

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