As someone who had taken on the identity of Xiang Xue, Zhu Ling had come this far not only by deceiving Wang Wen, but also the Masters.
What he was doing now could never escape the Masters' notice. That was exactly the outcome he wanted.
To die in Xiang Xue's place, letting the Masters lower their guard and all their divine power pass to Xiang Xue—that was the path Zhu Ling intended to take from here.
He had lived his whole life for Human Civilization.
For that, he had abandoned the Threefold Universe when it needed saving, watching helplessly as disaster struck. He had abandoned Lu Yin, and everything else unrelated to his world-spanning ambition. All so he could carry out his plan to die in someone else's place, all so he could make Xiang Xue.
And his heart ached.
Lu Yin didn't know whether Xiang Xue would feel pain, but Zhu Ling was a gentle-hearted man. His nature was entirely unlike that of ordinary cultivators.
That nature was what had allowed Lu Yin to truly understand him. ??
Perhaps that was the power of Heart Technique: it could make Xiang Xue utterly heartless, just as it could make Zhu Ling gentle.
Lu Yin ended the fusion and opened his eyes in Xiang City, his gaze troubled.
In this universe, what was right? What was wrong?
Was Xiang Xue wrong? He had Zhu Ling die in his place so he could gain divine power and fight the Masters. In the end, all he wanted was revenge. He wasn't wrong.
Was Zhu Ling wrong? No. He had given enough already. Heart Technique had made him gentle, yet as Eight Colors, he had to watch the possible extinction of humanity unfold before his eyes. The torment that caused him was immense.
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