Breakthrough

Xiang Yang's actions were beyond all expectation. None of the three could make head or tail of them. Even Han Yi and Fang Jing did not understand why he had gone to such lengths to find a person of utmost feeling and true nature, only to suddenly leave after finding one. Could there be some deeper meaning?

Sometimes, a superior's every word and action might be unintentional, yet subordinates would deliberately interpret them to cater to the superior's thoughts. Such had always been the way of the world, ancient and modern alike.

Xiang Yang had no interest in Shi Tang. He had merely been seeking a Cauldron capable of stimulating his spirit, rapidly raising his realm, and allowing him to cultivate a primordial spirit. Now that the Demon Seed had been planted, he naturally had no desire to linger.

Riding the wind and melting into the snow all the way, his movement technique was unbelievably swift. Xiang Yang had intended to rush back to Snowfall Peak, but as he felt the endless spiritual stimulation flowing back from the Demon Seed—the love that heaven could not quell and earth could not conceal—he suddenly stopped. Tears streamed down his face, and his gaze grew distant.

What was love? What could be used to describe it, to portray it, to reveal it to others?

Was it the devotion of "May I win one person's heart, and stay together until our hair turns white"? Or the helplessness of "I return your pearl with tears in both eyes, regretting only that we did not meet before I was wed"? Or perhaps the remembrance of "Ten years, life and death, blurred and boundless; though I do not dwell on it, I cannot forget"?...

The Xiang Yang of old could never have experienced such surging, inexhaustible, tide-like