As he spoke, Xueyi's emotions began to spiral out of control, becoming hysterical.
The giant hand started to tighten, and Wukong's body could no longer bear the burden.
"Enough!"
At this moment, a clear and melodious voice resounded, and the violent storm came to a halt.
Wukong fell directly to the ground, looking quite disheveled.
"What are you doing? Do you actually believe his words? Lu Yang can't be dead!" Xueyi roared, screaming at the source of the voice.
Wukong also understood that Xueyi had indeed lost his mind, having developed the symptoms of split personality as described by the Zhihu netizens.
After all, being betrayed by a loved one, confined, and imprisoned for so many years, who could withstand that?
The suffering of so many years, no one could truly understand.
The voice that had just mediated was likely spoken by Xueyi's benevolent personality.
"Even the Great Dao will perish; who can attain eternity?"
