"Are...you okay?" The voice of Yue Songli sounded out, tinged with confusion.
Far away from the Shadow Egg, far from the battle between Ascended and flaming beast, there was an archaic Voidship anchored in the Dark Void, unactivated except for its life-sustaining formations. The main deck of this ship contained three auras. One was quiet, unconscious. One was settled, beyond Mortal Limits. One was waning, inconsistent and sputtering.
"Huff...huff...huff..." heavy, exhausted breathing filled the air. Wei Wuyin was drenched in cold sweat, his muscles trembling, and his silver eyes quivered ceaselessly. He had never been so exhausted before, even when he had pushed his Bloodline Source to its limits.
The delicate line of what it means to be evil...
Its always hard to navigate in cultivation novels. We've all read stories about Evil MCs and Neutral MCs, even stupidly good MCs with a settled understanding on what it means to be righteous even if it isn't always justified. Regardless, its always difficult to navigate the word: Evil.
Still, another Blessed!