Xijun's gaze was not much different from my wife's. They were both golden-eyed, clearly not possessed by demonic influence. However, her golden eyes were mixed with some red—the phoenix's unique crimson-gold, unlike my wife's pure gold.
The demonic energy was still rising rapidly. We were like frogs slowly boiled in warm water. Even when the demonic energy was almost as intense as boiling water, we were still trapped here. I wasn't worried about myself; I was only afraid that Xijun would truly succumb to the demonic influence.
"What should we do? Could this be some kind of suicidal move? If he wants to become possessed like us, then we'll be suffering a huge loss." I had never been content to sit around and wait. After all, until something became a fact, there were still variables. Once those variables arose, changing anything would become extremely difficult.
"Don't worry. Do you think reaching his level of cultivation is easy? Besides, he'll become a true demon before you do. By the time he goes mad, you'll still have time to resolve the situation, won't you?" my wife reassured me.
I had always trusted my wife unconditionally. Whatever she said was naturally right. After thinking it over, I continued closing my eyes and resting, but before I had even kept them shut for long, Xijun shook me awake. Troubled, she held up the last Demon-Warding Leaf and said, "There are no more, Brother. Am I going to go insane?"
I saw that the leaf in her mouth had already dissolved almost completely, and my heart began to pound. Even so, I comforted her. "Don't worry. I'm already feeling somewhat unwell. I believe the other party should be almost finished too."
Before Xijun could say anything else, a white figure strolled out of the thick