The moment Yu Xing's fingertips touched the flowing shadow, scene after scene appeared around it once more, like images flashing by on a revolving lantern.
They were a handful of truly warm memories from Edgar White's life: his younger sister, his parents, his friends, and the beautiful young woman who had caught his eye during a trip...
These precious moments, buried beneath years of suffering and madness, were now being drawn out and revealed by Yu Xing in some incomprehensible way, torn from the remnants of Edgar's utterly chaotic consciousness.
Under the wash of these warm memories, the raging dark shadow trembled violently, like snow exposed to sunlight.
The hatred and despair it held seemed to have met their natural nemesis. They began to melt and crumble away.
At last, with a faint sound of annihilation like a sigh, the dark shadow vanished completely, leaving no trace.
After doing all this, Yu Xing's face paled slightly for a moment, but he remained composed.
He lowered his hand and looked at the city monster, now reduced entirely to rotting wreckage, and at the faint glimmer of a soul imprint within it, soon to vanish along with the city.
He had honored the plea he had sensed deep within his consciousness.
Through that almost "purifying" act, he had not only neutralized Edgar's dying counterattack of malice, but also offered him one final, insignificant comfort before his soul imprint disappeared completely—letting him savor once more the warmth of being human before entering eternal sleep.
Perhaps it was much the same as laying a spirit to rest?
Yu Xing had never laid anyone to rest before. At most, when he'd crossed paths with the Luo family, he'd watched old and young Taoist priests perform rituals. Back then, he hadn't been able to feel what