I had once screamed, gradually, I lost my voice.
I had once cried, gradually, I lost my tears.
I had once grieved, gradually, I became able to withstand everything.
I had once rejoiced, gradually, I became unmoved by the world.
And now!
All I have left is an expressionless face, my gaze is as tough as a monolith, only perseverance remains in my heart.
To say that you are his meaning in life would be true to the comfort of the mind.
However it would be false to the body and false to the soul.
False to reality.
This body has been reborn, moved forward, moved back, and remained stagnant in the sufferings.
You weren't a part of the original sin.
The betrayal by kin.
Perhaps you despised him too when you were still suspended through the fragile, human concept of space and time; Fang Yuan preferred to believe that you were in the highest tier of heaven.
It wouldn't work, since that would mean he was from that tier too. After all, he was taken from you.
Like a petal off a flower he is a part of you.
Like a rib from a skeleton he's made from you.
How can a demonic cultivator come from a heavenly one?
Anyone would become like him if they were honest. Hypocrites are the real monsters.
It would be true in all senses to say that you are his life.
For all beings morality is a social tool. For others righteousness is camouflage. Fang Yuan is sure to make it clear to his soul that he doesn't love you. Love can be used against you. What he holds for you is worse than love.
He doesn't have to think about you much. An immortal in the heavens unawakened.
He can focus on reaching his own immortality.
With more than 500 years of experience it hasn't been hard to manipulate humans. When they all serve themselves it's easy to pick which minds to twist and whose trust to take.
Brutality became figurative. Fang Yuan learned that if destiny and fate is unfair, just bend it until it breaks. It's foolish to call his atrocities evil when the rest target each other with savage intent and method.
Cultivating. Killing. Ranking up. Using New Gu. Paths. Upgrading.
Destiny is fickle, so why uphold your disposition? Throw away your mask and find your true self. True self is unyielding. True self is lonely. Even if his life is the setting sun. He'll live his own splendor.
It's better to let the world down than to have the world let you down.
Fang Yuan should've known you'd take form sooner or later. But why? You're already immortal. You never had a spot on this land to begin with.
Most importantly what can he get out of you? How? Torturing others is easy. Torturing himself is sufficient. Torturing you? That'll be new. Ultimately, this is the first time he's meeting you. His retainers had finally returned to the fortified residence with you. Dragging you by the hair as if their cruelty will impress him.
Fang Yuan turned away from overlooking the misty canopies and the Gu beasts down below. Loose, white cultivation robe, with a narrow opening at the chest. You're barely moving; like a bug squashed on the floor.
He crouched to your level and almost gently took a hold of your face in one hand to lift your gaze to him. Giving your cheeks a squish; as if testing the ripeness of a fruit. The connection of your eyes confirms it. Fang Yuan exhaled before leaning forward. His cheek pressed against yours, intimate, as he began speaking so near your ear.
"While I bled for every step, you remained untouched… Tell me, was eternity kind to you?" he said softly, as if indulging a private thought, voice steady, as though the question had waited centuries to be asked. He's already done so much when measured by a human metric. And mankind has done him lots, perseverance is all that's left. This tie isn't just twin brother and sister. It's thicker than all the blood he's spilled. This war against destiny can be considered insanity. However, it became more clear when Fang Yuan recalled how he'd always wondered what fate had taken from him; now, the insanity reveals it only delayed you.