Borrowing a Heart

In the void, Xuanxiao watched the scene unfolding within Longevity Immortal Palace with a calm gaze, then gently shook his head. "The word 'love' truly is strange—lamentable, regrettable."

He had lived for endless ages. His cultivation was profound, and he had long transcended the mortal world. Though he was unwilling to admit it, as his cultivation steadily deepened, he had also become increasingly detached and emotionless.

Or rather, his view of emotions had changed.

In his eyes, the tender, heartrending romances mortals obsessed over were mostly attachments—meaningless things. They could neither improve one's cultivation nor allow one to transcend life and death; instead, they often caused people to lose themselves and fall into the abyss.

After making his breakthrough, he had deliberately remained in the Human Realm for no other reason than to comprehend the Dao of Sentiment and make up for the flaws in his own Great Dao.

Yet as he watched the entanglement between Di Xin and Daji, a trace of emotion arose in his heart for no apparent reason.

Di Xin was fatuous and tyrannical, slaughtering loyal officials and preying upon the common people, yet toward Daji, he had offered genuine sincerity.

Daji was steeped in demonic nature, throwing the court into chaos and acting with ruthless cruelty, yet she did not feel entirely devoid of true affection for Di Xin either. That guilt and reluctance to part were certainly not feigned.

"What a pity." Xuanxiao shook his head again, a trace of indifference flashing through his eyes.

"You are caught within the Great Tribulation, and you are key figures in it. Your fates were decided long ago. This true affection is ultimately nothing more than flowers reflected in a mirror, the moon in the water. Not only can it not save either of you, it will