The immortals scattered and fled, but even the Devil Lord had been unable to escape, let alone ordinary immortals!
Before they could beg for mercy again, the drifting snowflakes burned everything in sight to ashes!
Jing Xuechen floated where she was, her face pale and bloodless, her expression bewildered and helpless.
"How did it feel to kill? Was it the exhilaration of avenging every grievance, or a deep sense of guilt?" I asked calmly.
"I don't know... But I really was so angry just now. If I encountered it a second time, I'm afraid I would do the same thing again. I don't know whether that was right." Jing Xuechen shook her head and spoke sorrowfully.
I nodded. "That is your dao heart. As long as you follow your own dao heart, you'll be doing the right thing. Good and evil, right and wrong—these naturally prove one another against the dao heart. It's enough that you haven't strayed from your own."
"Senior, was I too cruel?" Jing Xuechen landed on the crystalline earth and looked at everything around her. To say that her dao heart hadn't fallen into darkness would simply be self-deception.
"You were. Slaughtering gods and exterminating immortals will inevitably create karma, and karma forges the dao heart. The more karma you become entangled in, the more complicated your dao heart will grow, making your future cultivation increasingly difficult." I explained.
Jing Xuechen looked at me dejectedly. "I won't do this again. I don't want to encounter those wicked immortals anymore. Senior, what should I do?"
"It's fine. These things have both good and bad sides. I have a friend who, in order to strengthen his dao heart, has never stopped fighting and killing. He made it his life's mission to defend the Dao by killing evildoers. Although