Chapter 1458: The Soul of the Son, Living with the Son

This is a pool of water.
Endless, unfathomable.
The dazzling stars on the canopy, the brilliant Milky Way.
Standing on the water's surface is a man in a black robe, with a cascading mane of black hair and only black eyes remaining.
The man has a handsome appearance that is unmatched, with a hint of otherworldliness and an overwhelming sinister aura.
However, it would be inappropriate to simply describe him as sinister, as within his sinister nature there is also an indescribable sense of calmness.
仿佛天塌不惊，世间没有能让他感受到惊心的事。
男子沉稳得如这翻不起丝毫波澜的水面一样。
他的脚下，那水面之下，倒映出的不是他的身影，而是一团灰黑色的雾，雾气翻涌，闪烁这雷弧，星光，混沌气，如同包裹着一方宇宙。
"Next snowfall, freeze the ice again, freezing the world, devouring spiritual energy, causing all beings to enter the end of the law. You reappear one by one to eliminate them. Is this your method?" The man in the black robe sneered, surrounded by silence, unaware of who he was speaking to.

The mist below the water surface did not respond. The man in the black robe rubbed his fingers and sneered:
"How about this? I can take action now and kill everyone for you, what do you think?"

This time, the man in black finally got a response. The mist surging below the water's surface emerged and transformed into a graceful female figure in front of the man. It swiftly changed, morphing into an identical silhouette of the man in black.
The mist was filled with a cacophony of voices, as if a blend of voices from all beings in the world. It seemed like the wailing cries of countless spirits, yet also the mocking laughter of some living beings:
"He is still alive. You are not allowed to make a move."
"Zhao Wujing is dead, what are you afraid of?" The man in black robes had completely black eyes that could not be penetrated by any light.
"Even though he may die in the future, he is still alive, and anything is possible." The voice within the mist was filled with various emotions of sentient beings, including sadness, fear, laughter, and anger...
The voice of the man in black robes, compared to the mist, is magnetic, cold but with a trace of warmth that follows closely, and also domineering:
"How can I coexist with such a weakling like you?

"You are the Heavenly Way, can't you cross all time and erase all traces of his existence?"
"Do you have to wait until you leave this world and let him die in the past?"
"You lowly thing, it is not your place to question me!" The mist churned:

"You begged me for it, that's why I allowed you to coexist!" The black-robed man was extremely domineering.
The mist violently churned:
"You are nothing but his demon, where did you come from, soul?"
"And where do you think you are the heavenly way? Just a fragmented will of the heavenly way." The black-robed man coldly responded.
"I am the son of the universe, the one who holds the fate of all beings!" The mist dispersed, enveloping the man in black robes.
The man in black robes had eyes as dark as an abyss that could devour everything:
"But you are afraid of him, afraid of his current weakness, and you refuse to act immediately. You want to wait until there is no one else in the world."
Fog gathered in the air, seemingly contemplating how to counter, how to win this argument.
After a long while, the mist slowly dispersed, no longer shrouding the man in the black robe, who replied:
"I am indeed afraid of him.
I am the calamity that came following him.
And aren't you also afraid of him?"
You are afraid that he will surpass me, you are afraid that he will wake up.
You are afraid that there will be no more of you in this world, you are afraid that you will forever be a despicable imitator.
You are even more afraid of our failure, and that you will never see Xuan Yuan Jing again!
"It's me!" The man in the black robe, who has always been calm and imposing, shattered at this moment. His handsome and unparalleled face contorted:
"I am Zhao Wujin after all!
Reviving Jing'er, it was you who promised me!"
Mist slowly surged, with arcs of lightning and starlight intertwined:
"No, it was you who begged me."
The man in black cloak fell silent, this time he did not say "It is you who needs me, I grant you a soul."

He compromised.
Like thousands of compromisers in this world, he compromised.
Or you could say, he had compromised long ago.
In that cold ancient era of snowstorms, when he saw Jing er die, he compromised. For Jing er's sake, he chose a path that separates from Zhao Wujiang and turns his back on all living beings.

He and Zhao Wujian coexist, he is his demon!
He and disaster coexist, he is the calamity of all beings!
He wants to exchange the lives of everyone for Jing'er's life!