The Choices I Made, I Have Walked Through Them Myself!

The Abyss had not distorted that content.

It had merely found the gaps between that content.

Those gaps did indeed exist.

There was a part of his father's death that he had not witnessed with his own eyes.

There was a part of his insistence on protection that was indeed connected to his own guilt.

There was a part of his hatred for Adam that indeed contained self-defense after being wounded.

When those gaps were pointed out one by one, he found that he could not refute them as he would a lie, because they were facts.

Ye Xiao felt his center of gravity slowly shifting, as though he were standing on an old sheet of ice being soaked through and eroded by water.

He was still standing, but the sensation beneath his feet was no longer solid.

Yet he realized that he was slowly and continuously losing his grasp on a certain fulcrum.

The things that supported him had already been rearranged once.

But they had not yet been replaced by a new structure. They had merely been dismantled, not yet reassembled.

That voice noticed the change in his state.

So it slowed. "You need time, but I will give you time."

Ye Xiao stood for a long time in that space between dark gray and black.

He felt his consciousness being slowly dismantled.

Those things he had once regarded as unshakable.

His memories of his adoptive father, his belief in protection, the weight of revenge...

They now resembled a loosened net, slowly slipping downward.

At the edge of his vision, a silhouette emerged—a figure not tall, leaning slightly forward, the hem of a faded gray robe hanging to his ankles.

Ye Xiao raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with dense confusion.

Nameless Ancestor stood