"So it turned out... all the hatred I had carried through countless ages was nothing but wishful thinking..."
The linen-clothed old man whom Hong Tianzun called Kong Shen stood there with vacant eyes, his aged face shifting unpredictably.
Heart has a Demonic Debt—yet in the end, it had all come to nothing!
The blow was too heavy, sending the linen-clothed old man's Dao heart into violent turmoil.
"Old Peacock! Wake up!"
The man in a dark robe shouted, his voice carrying Grand Dao power that struck straight into the heart and mind.
He could see that something was about to go wrong with the linen-clothed old man's state of mind!
Yet the linen-clothed old man turned a deaf ear.
"This trial is one he must cross himself. No one else can help him."
Su Yi spoke casually.
At that moment, the linen-clothed old man suddenly turned around and looked at Su Yi. Dazed, he said, "Earlier, you said my sword Dao was merely so-so, and that you even disdained to fight me again. What exactly did you mean?"
The profound robe man froze. He had not expected that, at a time like this, the Old Peacock would suddenly bring up this matter.
Su Yi said evenly, "As a sword cultivator, one may have obsessions, but what one should cling to is one's own sword path—not grudges, love, hatred, and old scores. Throughout the long years of your past, Heart has a Demonic Debt has been like locking yourself inside a cage. Unable to advance or retreat, trapped at every turn—such a sword Dao is naturally unworthy of notice!"
"If I possessed Grotto Universe Realm cultivation, an opponent like you would not even be qualified to make me draw my sword."
His words were utterly blunt, piercing straight to the heart.