Chapter 1768: Never Betray Me

Chapter 1768 -1765: Never Betray Me

Ever since Yang Fei shattered his pill that day, he’d been using his Divine Sense to guide the Pill Qi, condensing it into a humanoid energy body.

He had needed only nine months to completely finish this step.

Compared to ordinary Core Formation Stage Cultivators attempting Nascent Soul Formation, this was an extremely short time.

Yet after the humanoid energy body was successfully condensed, when Yang Fei tried to inject his Divine Sense into this energy body, so that it would form a soul individual with an independent consciousness, something went wrong.

Originally, Yang Fei had believed his Divine Sense was strong enough, that finishing this step would be even faster, but he never imagined he’d stumble here.

No matter how he focused on condensing his Divine Sense and pouring it into this humanoid energy body, the energy body could never hold onto that injected Divine Sense, could not establish an independent consciousness seed.

In other words, the Nascent Soul Body Yang Fei had condensed was a walking corpse, with no independent soul of its own, a dead thing.

If one were to liken Nascent Soul Formation to pregnancy…

Then Yang Fei’s current Nascent Soul Body was a child whose brain had stopped developing, a Down’s baby.

It could even be said to be a stillbirth.

What Yang Fei had to do next was to bring this stillbirth back to life, to let this little version of himself possess an independent consciousness, thereby giving birth to a second life.

Only, according to every method of Nascent Soul Formation he had ever read, no matter how he tried to construct a completely new consciousness system, he could never perfectly fuse it with this humanoid energy body.

He no longer knew how much time had passed since he began Nascent Soul Formation, nor how many times he had failed, but he had never once given up.

Fail, then do it again.

He was an extremely confident person; that confidence had even turned into arrogance.

It was just forming a Nascent Soul—how could he, Yang Fei, possibly fail?

He was going to step into the Divinity Transformation Realm with ease, then Harmonization, then Tribulation Crossing, and finally prove the Dao at the rank of Daluo Golden Immortal. He was going to become the first person in tens of thousands of years in the Cultivation World to once again ascend by crossing tribulation. How could he possibly fail at Nascent Soul Formation?

And so he was completely trapped in this nightmare of failure… tearing everything down and starting over, again and again, endlessly looping.

He even recalled the scene from when he was refining Spiritual Puppets.

In his view, as long as he set up a consciousness framework and then installed it into the humanoid energy body he’d condensed, he could create a true Nascent Soul Body.

But this seemingly simple step could never be completed, because no matter how perfectly he constructed that consciousness framework, when he installed it into the Nascent Soul Body, it could never harmonize with that Nascent Soul Body.

With each failure, Yang Fei couldn’t help but start doubting himself.

He suspected the humanoid energy body he’d condensed might be flawed, still imperfect, but after careful inspection he discovered this was already the most perfect state of a humanoid energy body that he was capable of condensing.

As for the consciousness framework he constructed, that was also perfect, without a single flaw.

Clearly, when viewed separately, these two independent things were both flawless, yet the moment they were put together they could never perfectly fuse, even repelling each other.

Yang Fei felt like he was about to go insane.

His confidence began to collapse, and he gradually sank into self-doubt.

Everything from his past since he could remember surged up like a tide.

Especially those unpleasant memories, negative emotions, and the shadowy side of his heart, like they were being manipulated by a demon, frantically flashing through his mind, relentlessly battering his spirit and consciousness.

His second uncle died because of him.

Even though he had avenged his second uncle, what use was killing all the enemies?

His second uncle could never come back to life.

His second aunt lost her husband from then on and would grow old in loneliness.

She had never said it, but deep down, whenever she thought of this, she would certainly resent him, wouldn’t she? It was him who made her lose her husband.

And then Yang Hao and Yang Wen.

They must hate him in their hearts too.

In matters of love, he had been unfaithful to Yanyang. She loved him so deeply, spoiled him so much, willing to stand against the whole world for his sake, wholehearted in how she treated him—but he betrayed her love, tainted what they had together.

Though later, under the pressure of the Divine Continent’s situation, and with him shamelessly pestering her, never letting go, he finally got her to forgive him, he knew in his heart this incident had forever left a thorn in Yanyang’s heart, fiercely stabbing it, leaving a wound that would never truly heal.

Deep down, she must still be brooding over it, always harboring regret.

In the end, he owed her; he had let her down far, far too much.

And Sister Xuanyu.

She had loved him for so many years, yet never once received a straightforward promise from him. Now her Divine Soul had collapsed, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul, waiting for him to save her.

But after so many years, when he couldn’t even break through this Nascent Soul Formation hurdle, how could he possibly have the ability to find those rare Materials and Treasures that could repair her Divine Soul?

Then there was Yun Shu.

She was the woman who indulged him the most, but could it be that deep down she never felt bitter because of his philandering?

If she truly felt nothing, why would she have left Shang Qing Sect together with Yanyang back then?

In the end, he still owed her.

And Helian Rong?

He had taken her, and she had borne Cheng’er for him, yet he abandoned mother and child, vanished for years to search for Yanyang and Yun Shu. Was she truly without resentment?

Cheng’er’s childhood lacked his complete company; he wasn’t even a qualified father.

And his master, Huang Chengcheng.

His master had trained him, with the single-minded goal of bringing glory to the Taoist sect, yet he had never truly concerned himself with rebuilding the Taoist. His master must be disappointed in this disciple.

He inherited Senior Li Er’s legacy, but Earth had not truly escaped crisis. Was he worthy of that legacy?

Does Earth still need him to protect it?

Does he truly have the ability to guard the peace of this world called Earth?

On and on and on…

All the darkness, all the negativity, all kinds of gloomy emotionsYang Fei’s Divine Soul, relentlessly interrogating and whipping him, laying all his disgrace bare and bloody before his eyes, leaving him ashamed, guilty, humiliated to the point he wanted to disappear…

His Dao Heart was teetering on the brink; the Cultivation Path he had painstakingly built up over so many years looked as if it would collapse at any moment, everything returning to zero.

Yet no matter how violently these negative emotions surged, Yang Fei still held fast to the final line of defense and did not truly collapse.

His Divine Soul was enduring immense torment, but it was still grimly supporting him, refusing to yield even an inch.

“In this lifetime of mine, Yang Fei, no matter what adversity I encounter, I have never bowed my head!”

“There are many people I’ve let down. But there are more that I, Yang Fei, have not. My heart is utterly sincere; toward anyone and anything, what I give has always been my true feelings.”

“Even if there are places where I am incomplete, so what?”

“I… have lived up to my own conscience.”

“I… have not failed the people of this world, nor have I failed this heaven and earth.”

“This heaven and earth, this world, these countless living beings, must not fail me either.”

“Must not fail me!!!”