The Yang Devil calmed down, knowing the current situation, and he had no choice. If he didn't split, he would completely lose his mind.
Even if it's utilizing one grave issue to solve another.
Now both halves of consciousness are silent, staring blankly at each other.
The most fundamental conflict: one wishes to preserve the slim hope in this place, the other wants to extinguish it.
"That Devil has harmed me." The Yang-Keeping Devil sighed with some grievance.
Back then, he was spirited and unrivaled, rarely regarded others positively except for a few.
But all his pride suffered consecutive fatal blows.
He once witnessed first-hand a deity he respected, an undying entity of All Gods, being sent to death.
Even when he remained undying, he was still beaten into this pitiful state.
He had to rein in his arrogance, let intelligence take the high ground, learned patience, found a way to recover, and tricked humans into helping him.
