Aksai remembered Arkaal's exact words.
"Heretic Dao stands between righteous and demonic. Yet it belongs to neither."
At first, the concept had sounded contradictory. How could something exist between two opposites while belonging to neither?
Yet the more Aksai thought about it, the more sense it made.
Heretics rejected fixed labels. They refused to limit themselves to a single viewpoint. They borrowed from both sides. Accepted both sides. Rejected both sides.
They walked their own road. And that road was often less trodden than others.
Aksai could understand why.
Both righteous and demonic cultivators distrusted Heretics. To righteous cultivators, Heretics were dangerous because they refused to follow rules. To demonic cultivators, Heretics were pitiful and to be scorned and looked down on because they refused to embrace selfishness completely.
They belonged nowhere. And because they belonged nowhere, they became enemies of everyone.
Aksai chuckled softly.
