A Death Not Wasted

True Person Juesheng stood dazed for a moment, then, as if guided by ghosts and gods, his gaze fell upon the long blade in his hand.

"It's nothing more than killing myself. What's so impossible about that?!"

Seeing Yang Lingrui take the first step, he raised his blade as well, preparing to kill himself alongside him.

But the instant the blade touched his neck, a powerful sense of danger rose in his mind once more, forcing him to halt his movement.

"Something's wrong! This is a trap!"

True Person Juesheng shut his eyes tightly, thoughts racing as he replayed the entire course of this Dao battle over and over in his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Hmph. That crafty little brat knew he had no hope of winning the Dao battle, so he used this method to lure me into killing myself. How laughable!"

"If I encountered a powerful enemy, it would not be impossible for me to die. Why must I choose to take my own life?"

As he muttered to himself, he slowly lowered the long blade already pressed against his neck.

But just as he prepared to sheathe it, an inexplicable sense of loss rose within his heart.

It was as though, after making this decision, he had already missed out on a tremendous fortuitous opportunity.

As soon as that thought arose, Yang Lingrui's words from "before his death" began echoing through True Person Juesheng's mind once again.

"If you walk the path of 'Only Me,' then there is one person in this world whom you must not kill."

For a time, ripples stirred in True Person Juesheng's state of mind once more, leaving him unable to calm himself.

As this hesitation began to grow, self-doubt in his