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"Could the Heavenly Secret Dao, which far surpasses the Qiankun Dao, have countered the demonic arts and made him change for the better?" a disciple hurriedly asked.
But Li Taichong quickly shook his head. "No... The claim that the Heavenly Secret Dao leans toward the demonic arts is merely something some of our predecessors said. As far as I know, it cannot be considered entirely demonic either... Of course, that alone could not have made him resistant to demonic nature. What gradually changed Li Taigan, I believe, was his original kindness. Though his hatred for me remains endless, I know that he has already returned to his old self toward everyone else—gentle and trustworthy."
I remembered how good Master had been to me. Now that I thought of how he had died, tears welled in my eyes. Li Taichong's explanation also filled in the gaps in my suspicions about Master's origins, completing my understanding of my teacher.
As we spoke, the great formation expanded another ring. Although we had moved farther away, this expansion nearly reached us, leaving everyone stunned. Li Taichong glanced at them all and said, "Let's talk as we go. Our Qiankun Dao will probably be trapped in the demonic-qi turbulence for the time being."
"Will our Qiankun Dao be able to recover in the future?" This was what the disciples cared about most. After all, without their sect, what would they be but disciples of the Qiankun Dao?
"Perhaps. But this place will soon become a battlefield for slaughtering a god." Li Taichong shook his head with a bitter smile. His words left all the disciples dumbstruck, while Du Jinchang also narrowed his eyes and said, "Fellow Daoist Li, are you truly planning to slaughter a god?"
Li Taichong shook his head. "It isn't me.