Lesser Square Zhu.
Thunderbolts raged.
"Bian Yuan, you should never have felt anger, much less pity."
The wild Daoist smiled. "Only thus can you endure for ten thousand ages and possess an immortal destiny."
What followed was silver lightning at its utmost, supreme and singular, piercing before and after. In an instant, it obliterated the wild Daoist's body. The Black Pouch in his hand fell to the ground as well, torn and battered.
Blue-black demonic light surged endlessly. Gray smoke rose everywhere, and black snow drifted down. The wild Daoist took shape again and picked up the pouch.
"I told you, immortals and demons are one..."
Before he could finish, the Northern Dipper Immortal Sword pinned him to the ground. All falsehood and the intent of inner demons were repelled, and even his very existence faced rejection and denial.
The silver-robed immortal deity remained seated. Without rising, he said calmly, "Because I feel anger and pity, I will one day leave the seat of law. When the end comes, I will deal with you myself."
The wild Daoist fell silent.
Only after a long while did he sigh. "It was precisely your pity that gave me... gave them a chance. But I did not come here today to debate these things with you, Bian Yuan."
His body twisted crookedly where it was pinned. He strained his head forward, his pitch-black eyes turning ceaselessly like abysses, as though searching for someone.
Inside the hall, the Black-Robed Youth's expression cooled. The Yin-Yang Divine Talisman swirled like immortal feathers, silently settling to either side and sheltering the boy and girl beneath his wings.
Yet the wild Daoist merely glanced at the Blue-Robed Youth, lingering briefly with a meaningful smile before turning elsewhere.
He looked toward a corner of the hall.
A white jade