Chapter 825: Chapter 460: The Ultimate Secret Technique–Mouth Escape_3

The voice in the darkness fell silent.

Yan Junze continued: “Those who harmed you, the malice and venom in their actions are unfathomable and indeed intolerable by the heavens. If I were in your shoes, I would feel the same rage, and this fury might also drive me to lose my reason. So, I understand your feelings very well.”

“They… all deserve to die!” Yao Long said.

“Indeed, they deserve death.” Yan Junze nodded, going along with his words and continued, “I have no sympathy for their deaths, but I hope you can understand the outcome after your revenge. If the result is that you become angrier, madder, and more out of control, then do you think such revenge is good or bad for you? Does such an outcome still hold any meaning?”

The anger in the darkness paused slightly, with no movement to follow.

Yan Junze stepped into the room, approaching the darkness and said: “You should know, the reason the heavens made you who you are was to make you better, not for you to be influenced by the dark aspects of this world, to narrowly receive these negative emotions, and let yourself become worse and worse.”

Standing at the boundary between darkness and light in the room, Yan Junze stopped and fell silent.

He knew that Yao Long’s educational background was not high in his lifetime, and it was uncertain if he could understand what was said. Perhaps, it was necessary to give him some time to slowly digest it.

Silence continued in the darkness.

Yan Junze spoke again: “What I actually want to say is, your quest for revenge is justified, as it is the very embodiment of karmic retribution–evildoers will be met with evil fate! But I hope that after your revenge, your spirit can find liberation and release, instead of being fixated on anger. Don’t sink into the flames of fury, hating the world, hating everyone, even hating yourself, and never being able to break free!”

Not long after his words fell, the darkness seemed to stir; a shadow even darker than the darkness itself twisted its body, slowly moving towards the boundary between darkness and light.

His entire body was flowing with liquid, shimmering with black crystals, oozing with indistinct shreds of flesh, his whole body swelling as if it was an inflating balloon.

“Do I… hate myself?” the shadow asked in a deep and indistinct voice.

Yan Junze did not retreat but stood still, nodding slightly, and counter-asked: “Don’t you hate the fate that’s befallen you?”

The shadow hesitated, letting out a self-mocking laugh, which was a strange sound like bubbles bursting.

“But… I can’t control it,” Yao Long continued to approach.

A broader smile appeared on Yan Junze’s face; he knew what Yao Long meant by “it.”

“You can try to coexist with the anger because your current state owes much to that anger. So don’t try to completely resist or obliterate this anger. In fact, sometimes, anger can be a catalyst that helps us further understand and comprehend the world. The key is in how you interpret it.”

With his long experience dealing with strangenesses, Yan Junze knew very well how Yao Long should confront this rage and vent these emotions, so what he said was almost flawlessly reasonable to Yao Long.

“Really?” Yao Long’s tone finally carried some doubt.

Yan Junze took a step back, while the swollen, pitch-black figure slowly lifted its foot, black liquid dripping down the heel, a violent magnetic field aura swirling around its body.

This foot hung in the air, not yet falling.

“Trust me,” Yan Junze said softly, his face carrying a gentle smile.

The next second, the suspended foot stepped out of the darkness, landing on the side bathed in light.