When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

At this moment, unparalleled fear overwhelmed Triphas's mind and body.

He knew that people's hearts always seek profit and avoid harm. If the people in the cultivation world knew that Wei Long's soul was still residing in his body, what would they do?

What awaits him is only endless pursuit.

No one can truly empathize with him, he can't open his heart to anyone, and no one will consider his plight from his perspective.

People will only stand on their moral high ground to condemn his cowardice, and then say:

Then you might as well go die.

Is it wrong to be unwilling to die for the sake of all living beings? Is it wrong to lack the awareness to sacrifice one's life for righteousness? Is it wrong to want to live? Is it wrong to be selfish?

He was not the noble and great former crown prince, but merely an ordinary guard of the Southern Cang royal family. He did not possess such lofty spirit of sacrifice. He could be a villain, a coward, or a black sheep. Even if he lived like an insect, he would not give up hope of survival.

In the end, Sanxiang extinguished the idea of ​​exonerating the former crown prince. In order to protect himself, he could never reveal the truth about the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm. He could only remain silent forever and devote himself to cultivation to suppress the evil dragon in his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, it was this wisp of the dragon's soul attached to his body that became a disaster for the entire half-demon race.

It is unknown when it began, but many mad half-demons gradually appeared in the Southern Cang Continent and the Northern Darkness Realm.

At first, only a few people experienced sudden personality changes, their condition resembling that of someone going mad. Then, the number of mad half-demons suddenly increased, gradually evolving into a racial catastrophe, and finally completely igniting a half-demon chaos that swept across the world.

The Weilong were originally born from the distorted resentment of half-demons. They were the failed products of the Heavenly Dao, created by the old demon king who longed to transform into a dragon using forbidden techniques. However, after the old demon king died, this overwhelming resentment was finally poured out on its own kind.

From then on, the half-demon bloodline was forever cursed, and there was never a day of peace for them.

Chu Xianlan's mind went blank.

It’s ridiculous.

For a long time, he and his master couldn't figure out where the half-demon's malevolent aura came from.

Chu Xianlan even secretly speculated that the reason why half-demon ended up in such a difficult situation might be because their cultivation talent was too outstanding and their natural talent was too dazzling, which aroused the jealousy and envy of the human or demon races. This led to them being ostracized, suppressed or persecuted by other races, which eventually resulted in continuous suffering.

I never imagined that... the source of it all would be our own kind.

In a flash, Chu Xianlan recalled once again the day when her master's bloodline was maliciously revealed to the public.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the one who shouted "Jixue Immortal Lord is a half-demon" and pushed Yi Chen into the eye of the storm... was also a half-demon.

Despite having received similar cold treatment before, they still didn't hesitate to kick someone when they were down.

It goes on and on, in cycles.

The same scene repeats itself again and again, as if the world is going through a cycle, and the circle that connects the beginning and the end miraculously closes time and time again.

It's like being trapped in a vicious cycle; hatred is never stopped in time.

Half-demons are considered to be beings intolerable to the laws of Heaven. As it turns out, the one who is least tolerant of half-demons in this world is actually the half-demons themselves. Yet, the one who inflicts suffering is also innocent at the beginning.

I wonder if Heaven would find all of this laughable.

"So, you brought Weilong out of the secret realm, and you already knew that the Crown Prince was wronged and that the half-demon was innocent. But all these years, with so many people dying, you just hid in the palace and watched coldly, doing nothing and saying nothing?"

The tone of the Master Pointing at the Moon was devoid of any emotion.

These few words, incisively and incisively, reveal the many tragic entanglements that have occurred over the past thousand years.

The Three-Phase Venerable was stunned for a few moments, averting his gaze and not daring to meet her sharp eyes, before growling in a hoarse voice:

"The culprit from beginning to end was Wei Long, not me! I am also an innocent victim! For so many years... every single day... I have been trapped in a sea of ​​suffering!!"

"Do you know what it's like for that thing to coexist with my consciousness? It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering! This isn't my fault... I didn't blame the Crown Prince, and I didn't slaughter the half-demon! I just wanted to live... I have a clear conscience and haven't harmed anyone, so what wrong could I have done?! My whole life has been entangled with Weilong... It's Weilong, it's all Weilong's fault!!"

"That's not something I should bear! Nor is it my responsibility!"

The heart-wrenching roar echoed through the empty hall, as if countless souls were screaming at the same time, as if this could convince themselves.

Wait until the surroundings quiet down.

Chu Xianlan said, "How can one live a life without a guilty conscience?"

The Three-Phase Venerable's beard twitched, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Even if you have so many unavoidable difficulties, you also have countless opportunities to make a difference, instead of hiding in the shadows, standing idly by, turning a deaf ear to a blind eye, praying to gods and Buddhas, and emphasizing to yourself: 'This is not my fault, it is not my fault.'"

"When you allow all of this to happen, allow the injustice to go unpunished, allow the fate of the half-demon to march step by step toward destruction while remaining indifferent, you become the perpetrator, and there will be no innocent people for all eternity."

In the face of countless injustices in the world, silence is also complicity.

Watching helplessly as lives are lost and people are repeatedly plunged into misery, with all sorts of irreversible things unfolding before our eyes, yet we only know how to bury our heads in the sand, refusing to listen to the cries of pain, completely disregarding what the world suffers as a result, do we really bear no responsibility whatsoever?

Even the smallest act of kindness, like saying a word for a half-demon or the former crown prince, would be appreciated.

Chu Xianlan has only lived for a mere nineteen years. If even he can understand this principle, how could this thousand-year-old ghost not understand it?

Looking at the old monk who was almost unable to breathe, Chu Xianlan lowered her eyes and said, "Hidden behind the scenes in the Southern Cang royal family for a thousand years, revered by all, enjoying countless rare treasures, all opportunities that others could only dream of... Have you truly been in unbearable pain all these years?"

"Why did they secretly commission the creation of a golden statue of the late Crown Prince and offer incense to it?"

It must be said that Ji Ran truly lives up to his reputation as the direct disciple of the Three Phases Venerable; the way the master and disciple evade responsibility is exactly the same.

Their suffering is real, and the evil deeds they committed are equally true.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The Venerable Three Phases trembled all over, gritting his teeth, each word stern and piercing as if he were weeping blood:

"What's the use of saying all this now! How dare a mere junior criticize me! If you truly possess such righteous indignation, then follow the example of the late Crown Prince and sacrifice yourself to save the world!"

"Boom!"

An unprecedented, dull thunderclap struck without warning, piercing straight through the top of the Zen temple, smashing the intricate ceiling to smithereens.

Things happened so fast that Chu Xianlan was not surprised at all. If her master's lightning strike had been slightly off-target, the old monk would have been reduced to smithereens.

Master Zhiyue tilted his head. "You're quite the schemer, aren't you? You dug your own mess and now you want my precious little grand-disciple to pay for it?"

"What, you're unwilling?" The Three-Phase Venerable's face was deathly pale, and his tone carried a hint of sorrow: "I exhausted my cultivation to suppress the malevolent energy within me, paying the price of my entire life. I have done everything in my power. You have all seen my current state; my lifespan is exhausted, my fate is sealed, and this broken body can no longer suppress the malevolent energy... But as long as I possess the Heavenly Spiritual Root, there is still a chance to eliminate this threat forever!"

No one knows how overjoyed the Venerable Three Phases was in the deep palace when the news of the reappearance of the Heavenly Spiritual Root came.

After a thousand years of waiting, it has finally arrived.

This is also why he tacitly allowed the Southern Cang royal family to replace the spiritual root.

Children with stronger physiques are naturally more stable.

However, things didn't go as planned. The Heavenly Spiritual Root had a negligible effect on Ji Ran's body, its effect was incredibly weak.

In desperation, the Three Phases Venerable had no choice but to resort to a less desirable option: extracting a portion of the Heavenly Spiritual Root's power from Ji Ran to temporarily suppress the remnant soul of Wei Long in his sea of ​​consciousness.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

A thousand years of torment had long since worn away the desire to seek the Dao, and the Venerable Three Phases no longer feared death.

Like an outsider, he poured out his past desperate situation to the young man before him:

"The appearance of the Heavenly Spiritual Root is a manifestation of Heaven's will and the mandate of Heaven! Your existence is meant to save this chaotic world; sacrificing yourself will bring peace to all. If you retreat today, you will be defying Heaven and betraying the lives of countless beings!"

The implication couldn't be simpler.

Then you might as well go die.