Yaoguang Fairy Path

She took a deep breath and slowly looked up at Bingpo, her eyes gleaming with determination, yet also with a hint of confusion. "I know, Bingpo, I've done everything I can, but why do I feel so heavy inside? In the face of a crisis with such a huge disparity in strength, I'm not a savior. All I can do is protect myself.

Even if Long Wuji's actions were cruel, they have nothing to do with me, right?"

Ye Shuyao stood there, deeply immersed in her own thoughts. She put herself in Long Wuji's shoes and imagined, if she were really in his position and faced such a situation, what would she choose?

The life of that young boy of humble origin who lost his mother at birth seemed to be shrouded in endless darkness. He was not accepted, not expected, and was regarded as a disgrace since birth. He endured endless oppression and trampling for more than ten years, and every call of "bastard" pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

Ye Shuyao recalled the scenes she saw in the illusion. Those scenes in just five years had made her feel the indifference of human nature.

She imagined, if it were her, living in such despair and helplessness every day, facing such indifference and malice, would she also end up on the path of demonic possession like Long Wuji, desperately seeking liberation?

This thought made Ye Shuyao feel terrified and uneasy. She didn't know why she thought this way. Was she really influenced by the illusion? She felt uneasy, as if she was about to be swallowed by those dark emotions.

At this moment, the Bingpo spirit noticed that Ye Shuyao was abnormal.

She acted quickly, and a stream of pure spiritual power floated out from the palm of her hand and slowly sank into Ye Shuyao's eyebrows. With Bingpo's comfort, Ye Shuyao's emotions gradually stabilized.

"Shuyao, calm down and focus," Bingpo said softly. "Don't be affected by those illusions. Believe in your own strength and will. You are different from Long Wuji. You have your own path and choices."

With Bingpo's comfort, Ye Shuyao finally regained her composure.

She took a deep breath and put those dark emotions behind her. She understood that she could not be swayed by those illusions. She had to firmly follow her own path and become the person she wanted to be.

After a period of contemplation, Ye Shuyao slowly opened her eyes, with a determined light flashing in them.

She opened her lips slightly, her voice filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Bingpo."

Bingpo looked at her, his face as gentle as water: "Shuyao, there is no need to thank each other. This world is indeed complicated, and black and white are not absolute.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength often determines everything. The strong are respected and the weak are bullied. This is an indisputable fact."

She paused and continued, “I understand how you feel right now, the desire to become stronger and to prove your worth.

The path to immortality is filled with challenges and opportunities. Only through continuous effort can you reach the pinnacle. But you must remember that becoming stronger is not just about becoming a strong person, but also about protecting everything you cherish."

Ye Shuyao nodded, a determined light flashing in her eyes.

With Bingpo's encouragement, Ye Shuyao found herself again. She knew very well that she had reached the limit of her cultivation in this misty forest, and there was no higher-level spirit beast that could allow her to continue to improve.

So she took a deep breath, straightened her back, and cheered herself up.

She stood up and gently grasped the Ice Soul Sword in her hand. The sword flashed with cold light, as if it was also looking forward to a new journey. The light of confidence ignited in Ye Shuyao's eyes again. She knew that it was time to leave this misty forest and face greater challenges.