Xuanming raised his arm and swung the scripture.
A colossal sword slashed down.
There was no ringing cry of steel.
Even its radiance had withdrawn.
By the time it reached the Night Demon's Divided Spirit, it was merely the most ordinary of sword strikes, yet a flash of sword light sent his head tumbling to the ground.
The Night Demon's Divided Spirit had fallen.
But he was not completely dead.
He left behind a wealth of memories.
All manner of wondrous demonic arts and secret arts flooded Xuanming's mind.
He persisted in a peculiar form.
If Xuanming felt even the slightest temptation and could not resist practicing one of those secret arts, the Night Demon's Divided Spirit could revive once more.
This was a bizarre art, an art that let a living being know everything while setting everything against them.
The divided spirit's lingering will would whisper its temptations without Nonbeing cease.
Unfortunately for him, Xuanming did not care.
Compared with demonic arts and secret arts, he cared far more about the realm of Great Powers—or rather, the realm above Spirit Refining.
Besides, he had a way to deal with this predicament.
The Jade Scripture of the Central Yellow Court returned to its place. Light bloomed in Xuanming's palm as he suppressed that lingering will and Resentment and Hatred within Taiji Heaven.
Once that was done, Xuanming focused on regulating his breathing and restoring his essence, qi, and spirit. When he had fully recovered, he appeared within Taiji Heaven.
After glancing with satisfaction at the Demon Kings diligently growing medicinal herbs or advancing the evolution of heaven and earth, Xuanming went to where the divided spirit's lingering will was sealed to receive and examine his memories.
Four hours later, he opened his eyes. A wisp of Yellow Court Qi curled