It was faint at first, then grew steadily brighter, piercing through layers of flesh and blood, flickering with stubborn persistence.
It was the Cauldron Slave Mark Shang Miaoyan had personally carved into Pei Yuhang all those years ago—something he would never forget, and something he had spent his life wanting to erase.
Now, however, it had become the only unquenchable source of light in the endless darkness.
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In the darkness, Pei Yuhang felt himself falling endlessly.
Countless voices surrounded him, overlapping and roaring:
"Just give up. Your life has been so depraved, you've let everyone down..."
"Why not just sink into oblivion? It'll save you from living in guilt and regret..."
Pei Yuhang squeezed his eyes shut. He knew these were demonic words meant to bewitch his mind.
'I can't believe them. I have to stay true to myself.'
'Qianqian, Jin'Er, Yueqiu... everyone... they're all still waiting for me to save them.'
'Liyuan is still waiting for me to come home.'
