He did not understand what love was.
The only way he could affirm his love was through curses.
Truly, it was pitiful—
If he had not stepped in to save King Chujiang, then with King Chujiang's own strength, though she still could not have withstood She Disheng's methods, she would at least have lived a few breaths longer.
If he had not already become the person most important to King Chujiang, who suffered from Yuan Tu's disease—and the person she most wanted to kill... King Chujiang would not have exhausted every last ounce of strength and completely lost control the instant her illness flared.
And if they pushed the choice back further—if King Chujiang had chosen to join the Underworld, would she not have died?
Because Yin Guan chose resistance, she chose resistance too.
She herself did not care whether she became a god, nor which faction she belonged to.
Yin Guan was not someone who sought the cause within himself. He had always only tortured others, never worn himself down.
Yet for the first time in his life, he could not help but wonder—he truly thought it—Did I choose wrong?
On the edge of a blade, where was there any road back?
And when had there ever been a choice?
The Buddha sat high above, filled with compassion, sighing that all living beings refused to turn back.
But Buddha, did living beings refuse to turn back?
Or could they not?
At the gates of the Lower City, later upon the cliffs of Soul-Severing Gorge, and later still within this Underworld... at every moment in life, he had never seen the possibility of turning back.
Buddha!
"I curse you."
You must suffer the same pain as I have, before you can tell me there is a shore upon turning back.