Annoyed, Xinzi sighed.
The Diabolic Shards increased his Evil Qi and were therefore not solutions. Xinzi relying on them would be akin to an addict consuming more drugs to stay balanced. The problem would keep getting worse, ultimately leading him to overdose on his own supply.
If the word was to spread that the only begotten son of the Thousand-Faced God collapsed from drug overdose, the three paradises would likely celebrate for one million years. Yongye would find a way to the demented Xinzi, kill and resurrect him, kill and resurrect him—pause one second to ask her son why he shamed her so—then kill him for good.
I wanted to write more, but my headaches are just not going away. Will go see a doctor tomorrow. Although, depending on what they say, I might just have to let time do its work as shit like an MRI in this country would make me go bankrupt.