“Later I thought, maybe there’s a conflict between you and the righteous path,” she nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, “but that doesn’t make sense either. If you really have no good feelings towards the righteous path, why are you now ordering the demonic cultivators to restrain themselves and coexist peacefully with the righteous path?”
Xuanxi gently stroked her hair from the other side, listening to her speak with a faint smile. His gaze was unusually warm and gentle as he asked, "So, A-Tong, do you want to ask your senior brother for the reason now?"
She shook her head.
"Actually, I already have some guesses. I just need you to tell me if I'm right or wrong."
She gathered spiritual energy at her fingertips and slowly drew a Tai Chi diagram in the air, with black and white yin-yang fish rotating and two opposite-colored dots landing in it.
"When I was in the fog, all I could see was a vast expanse of white mist. When I had some free time, I would always think about why you did all this."
The two colors, black and white, represent the two sides of Yin and Yang. The boundary between the two sides is the interval between Yin and Yang. The black dot in the white represents Yin within Yang, and the white dot in the black represents Yang within Yin. The cycle of life continues endlessly.
"Everyone believes that the Tao and the demonic forces are irreconcilable, just like the clear distinction between spiritual energy and demonic energy."
She looked up at him: "But you once told me that the purest form of demonic energy is primordial chaos energy; yet everyone in the world knows that the purest spiritual energy is born from primordial chaos energy; and once spiritual energy is tainted by demonic energy, it will quickly assimilate into demonic energy. This is like the yin-yang symbol, where there is white in black and black in white. Demonic energy and spiritual energy are not necessarily irreconcilable."
He smiled without answering, but said encouragingly in his eyes, "And then?"
"Since good and evil are like yin and yang, they should complement each other and be interdependent. The Demon Realm is barren and its demon cultivators are weak, while the number of powerful figures cultivated by the righteous path has been decreasing over the years. After you fall into demonic ways, the strength of the Demon Realm will certainly increase greatly, but at the same time, the number of new talents in the righteous path will also gradually increase."
Her hand suddenly tightened, gripping his shirt hem, and she took a deep breath.
“I didn’t know why before, but the gates to the demon realm are becoming increasingly unstable. The righteous path alone will definitely not be able to stop them!”
"Fifteen years ago, did you discover the truth about the demon cultivators' planned invasion? Did you fall into demonic ways to increase the strength of the demon cultivators, so that you could join forces with the righteous demon cultivators to fight against them after the boundary gate was breached?!"
Tong Su shuddered with heartache.
Therefore, after the demonic invasion, he, now a demon, would travel thousands of miles back to the righteous path, enduring their insults and anger, and would wield the Crimson Nether Sword alone across the battlefield to slay the demons.
Therefore, after the human world could no longer withstand the invasion of demon cultivators, he transformed himself to suppress and seal the boundary gate. His thousand years of cultivation into a Mahayana stage vanished in an instant, and his soul disappeared into the world, turning to ashes.
He was such an arrogant person that he never bothered to ask for help, and even when he was insulted, misunderstood, slandered, or hated, he couldn't be bothered to explain.
What he wanted to achieve was never to be the number one righteous person or the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.
What he wanted to protect was never the righteous path or the demonic realm.
But...
world.
I travel alone through a thousand mountains; there's no need for farewells.
Its solitary light shines alone, its heart and soul as pure as ice and snow.
She gripped his sleeve, raised her eyes, and stared at him intently and resolutely. "Tell me, is that true? Have you already planned to die?"
His steady breathing finally became disordered.
The smile on his lowered face had faded without him noticing. His eyelashes trembled, and his gaze was unusually evasive. He reached out to touch her, but Tong Su dodged him.
“...A-Tong”.
He looked at her beautiful face, as delicate as a flower in March. She stared at him with a serious expression, which made him feel even more guilty. Finally, he called out in a low voice, "A-Tong."
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