"Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, you're fading away?"
Fu Xi spoke with surprise, but then a smile touched his lips.
"This is for the best. Taiyi, now it is time for you and I to continue our debate..."
Before he could finish, the tenth great wound fully manifested on Qing Xuan. His life force was spent, his lamp oil dry. He had nowhere left to run.
And yet, he was laughing.
"Qing Xuan..."
"This humble Daoist is not Qing Xuan."
Taiyi and Fu Xi both glanced over, expressions of astonishment on their faces. They stared at the nearly transparent Qing Xuan Daoist, who was on the verge of being completely devoured by the Great Era.
Fu Xi narrowed his eyes slightly and asked coolly,
"Oh? There's another secret? If you are not Qing Xuan, then who are you?"
The Daoist's illusory form opened his empty eye sockets. The Innate Root Sun and the Innate Root Taiyin both shone with brilliance. He murmured absently,
"Who am I..."
"I am... Lu Xuan."
Lu... Lu Xuan?
