A sense of profound unease clung to Xu Jingming, like a specter in the night; eight parts of him were ensnared in a labyrinth of sin. The corrosive essence permeated his very being, gnawing at his sanity and threatening to erode his consciousness. Yet Xu Jingming bore the flames of the Red Lotus, a fiery crimson aura that relentlessly scoured his form of the sinful taint. In addition to this, his cultivation of three distinct lineages had fortified his mind, body, and consciousness beyond measure, rendering him as steadfast as a mountain against the corruptive onslaught.
His body ached with the burden of this sinful corruption, but even so, Xu Jingming steeled himself against its pull, defiantly holding on to his consciousness.