Li Xiaoyu felt no anger or resentment, only boundless regret.
He no longer wanted to fight this pitiful elder.
He wanted to pull this soul, lost in the power, out of the endless darkness.
"Xiaoyu!"
Just then, a clear, anxious voice suddenly rang out from beyond the long-shattered cave abode.
It was Lu Xueqi.
She had finally arrived.
"Xueqi, don't come over. I'm fine."
"I need to talk to my Sect Leader Martial Uncle."
Li Xiaoyu looked at Daoist Daoxuan, who had gone completely mad.
"Martial Uncle."
"Do you still remember?"
"When I first came to Qingyun, you pulled me out of confusion and despair."
"You told me what the righteous path was, and what chivalry meant."
"You made me understand that we cultivators must take it upon ourselves to protect all living beings in the world."
"I have always kept those words in my heart, disciple that I am. I have never dared forget them."
"But, Martial Uncle."
Li Xiaoyu looked at him, his voice full of sorrow.
"Look at yourself now."
"Do you still remember what you taught me back then?"
"Do you still remember your duty as the Sect Leader of the Green Cloud Sect?"
"Do you still remember your original resolve to protect all living beings in the world?"
Every word from Li Xiaoyu struck Daoist Daoxuan's heart like a hammer.
Ripples stirred in his sea of consciousness, long occupied by the Demonic Obsession.
Daoist Daoxuan's body jolted.
For the first time, a flicker of struggle crossed his blood-red eyes.
"No..."
He let out a suppressed growl, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Pain twisted his face.
"Shut up!"
"I said, shut up!"
He screamed hysterically at Li Xiaoyu.
He wanted to drive that voice out of his mind.
But he couldn't.
That voice seemed to have become