Motian Xing pressed his brow, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes before he quickly regained his composure.
"Once this battle is over, I won't need his memories anymore, either."
The black-robed Demon Cultivator dared not ask further questions. He bowed and withdrew.
Silence returned to the palace.
Motian Xing lowered his head to look at the blood pool.
Shen Huai'an's face was reflected on its surface.
Yet at that moment, clarity returned to those eyes.
"You won't succeed."
Shen Huai'an's voice emerged from the same body.
Motian Xing was not surprised.
"I'm genuinely surprised you can still wake up."
"Su Yueli will kill you."
"If she could truly do that, she wouldn't have let me go last time."
Motian Xing's eyes were full of mockery. "There are too many people she can't let go of."
"You're merely one of them."
Shen Huai'an fell silent. He could not control the body, nor could he even remain lucid for long.
But he could still sense everything in the outside world.
The armies of the Eight Dynasties were gathering.
Motian Xing had also finished laying his final death trap.
This so-called decisive battle had never belonged to just two people.
"Yueli..."
Shen Huai'an spoke softly. "Don't come."
Motian Xing raised a hand and pressed it against his face.
The two consciousnesses clashed again.
A moment later, the clarity vanished from his eyes.
He regained control of the body, but his expression was much colder than before.
"She will come."
"And you will watch with your own eyes as I enter the Fifteenth Realm."
Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away.
Su Yueli stood before the final Demon Seed and shattered it with a punch.
She had gone seven straight days without rest.
Every Demon Seed they could locate within the Eight Dynasties