The plague of the Demon Seed is not just Magic Power.
Various negative emotions surged into the Divine Sea like a flood breaching a dam, impacting Ning Zhuo's heart gate.
"Zhou Sumo! You know it very clearly in your heart, you know it!"
"The Demon Seed is intertwined with you, inseparable. If you go back now, the sect will want to eliminate the Demon Seed, and they will have to eliminate you! Going back now is just sending yourself to death. Is it worth it?"
"Zhou Sumo, you sealed the Demon Seed with all your might, only to die because of it in the end, how ironic?"
"Why? Zhou Sumo, you risked your life for the Evil Slaying Hall, slaying demons and eliminating evils, protecting the common people! Why end up like this? The Heavenly Dao is unjust!"
"Give up. Take the Demon Seed and flee, find a deserted place and slowly study how to control it. This is your life's fortuitous encounter."
"Living is more important than anything!"
