"Kill me."
The white-robed Fortune-Teller stood there, letting dark glimmers drift endlessly from his wounds. Slowly closing his eyes, he said expressionlessly, "Dying at your hands, Sword Immortal Lu, would be a fitting end."
Lu Qingfeng sat cross-legged above him, watching the white-robed man. "Before that, are you truly unwilling to tell us which Demonic Fiends of the Outer Path are in the mortal world?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
The white-robed man opened his eyes and sneered. "If you cultivators kill me, I'll eventually return to 'its' embrace. Even if I lose my self-awareness now, I might awaken again someday. But if she finds out, hehe..."
The other cultivators might not have understood whom those two pronouns referred to, but Xiao Sui and Youchan, who resided in She Xilu's mind, knew perfectly well.
"It" naturally referred to the supreme Outer Path Sovereign.
It was one, and it was infinite.
It lurked in the subconscious minds of countless mortals. The birth, descent, and destruction of Outer Demons... everything followed the workings of its rules.
If an Outer Demon that descended could kill a cultivator, it would gain self-awareness, as though receiving a reward from "it."
Even if a cultivator destroyed an Outer Demon's essence and shattered its primordial spirit, it would ultimately return to the world, to its embrace, and be born anew through its workings. Though it would lose its self-awareness, there might someday come a time when it recovered it.
It was the very heaven of the Outer Demons!
As for the other pronoun the Fortune-Teller had used, even without knowing that being's gender, there was no need to think: he meant the strongest of the True Demons he had mentioned earlier, those lying hidden in the mortal world!
After all, "it" was supreme, like an embodiment of