Sakura sat cross-legged before the silver-white longsword, both hands pressed to the blade, her palms against the cold metal.
Spiritual Power flowed from the sword into her body.
Very slowly.
The sword's Spiritual Power had to be infused into her body bit by bit, awakening the newly sprouted seed of Spiritual Power within her.
After being tempered, that Spiritual Power would grow strong enough to stand on equal footing with her Demonic Power.
Only then would true balance be possible.
"Remember."
"Demonic Power and Spiritual Power are not enemies.
They are both part of you.
What you need to do is not make one defeat the other."
Sakura nodded.
The instant the Spiritual Power in the sword flowed into her body, the Demonic Power inside her exploded.
Like a wild beast locked in a cage for too long, it had suddenly caught the scent of another intruder.
It surged wildly inside her, roaring, tearing, biting.
That Spiritual Power was too weak, like a newborn kitten pinned to the ground by her Demonic Power, with no ability to fight back.
But now, her Demonic Power was out of control.
A crimson light burst from her body.
It erupted without mercy.
The Qinglan Sword sprang off her knees, flipped several times through the air, and with a clang, stabbed into the earth in the distance.
Saku stood up from the edge of the altar.
"Sister!"
"Don't come over."
Sakura's voice was hoarse.
Her eyes had already begun to turn red, her vision blurring, everything before her covered in a crimson filter.
The Demonic Power inside her poured out like a flood bursting through a dam, scattering the Spiritual Power that had just entered her body into pieces.
That Spiritual Power was too weak.
Too little.
Nowhere near enough.
"Damn it..."
Sakura lifted