"I never thought that even now, you still wouldn't trust me, that you'd want to send me to my death."
When Daoist Wu received the sword and letter, the last shred of hope he held for the Xie Clan's ancestor shattered completely.
"I thought we would be kindred spirits who would set the world to rights together. You would be a wise ruler, and I would cultivate my Dao and ascend. But in the end, that was nothing more than wishful thinking on my part. What you sought was not what I wanted."
From beginning to end, the Xie Clan had never wanted to achieve peace throughout the world. They only wanted to stand at the pinnacle of power, caring nothing for whether anyone else lived or died.
"We plotted to harm Zhang Lanhe back then, so we must both bear the karmic consequences."
After completing the seal, Wu no longer had the ability to undo it. Harming an innocent had thrown his Dao heart into turmoil, and he could not find understanding. The heavy shackles on his heart left him with no will to pursue the Great Dao.
He snapped the sword the Xie Clan's ancestor had sent him. Remembering the shock and despair on Zhang Lanhe's face as he was suppressed because of him, then thinking of the common people still living in misery, he coughed up a mouthful of blood in a surge of anguish and fury.
"In the end, I still made the wrong choice. I cultivated the Dao my entire life, yet still couldn't see through people's hearts, and became an accomplice in harming others."
After a long sigh, Daoist Wu Xianzhi passed away at Qingfeng Temple. The foremost Dao cultivator in this world, who should have ascended, failed to do so.
Before his death,