Though he spoke calmly, he did not have much confidence in his heart. After all, the circumstances were different. In Pill Fragrance City, the one parasitized by the Demon Seed had been Shi Yijian. While he could not claim to know Shi Yijian's temperament completely, he knew that Shi Yijian still felt attached to the Cultivation Realm and had not entirely lost hope for the future. But... No Spring was different.
He and No Spring had never met. This ten-thousand-year spirit plant had devotedly guarded Hundred Herbs Pavilion for thousands of years, only to be stabbed in the back by the sect it had protected. If it had been him, perishing together would have been the lightest outcome. He might even have dragged the entire Cultivation Realm down to be buried with him.
In the end, the harm No Spring had suffered had already been done. Its descent into evil and demonic corruption was resistance born of desperation. In the past, if Wen Xu had heard of such circumstances, he probably would not have stopped it at all. He might even... have thought No Spring had done well. When a person was trapped in darkness, they could not see any beauty in the world. They might even want to drag everyone into that darkness, because they had deeply experienced that feeling of hopelessness. Thus, Wen Xu could understand No Spring's actions.
But understanding was one thing. Wen Xu liked the Cultivation Realm very much, and naturally did not wish for anyone to destroy this peace.
Wen Xu drew out the Golden Light that the Nascent Soul in his Dantian held aloft. As the Golden Light spread outward, Jun Zhaoying immediately laid layer upon layer of barriers around him. Though she did not know where this Golden Light had come from,