Chapter 881: Candor
What kind of shock was this?
Perhaps it weighed more than a thousand catties.
Or perhaps it was like a ten-thousand-jun sledgehammer, smashing viciously against the bell of his heart, making him rise to his feet before staggering and dropping back onto the low seat.
The thoughts in his mind were more numerous than ten thousand.
With a single thought born, a million threads followed.
Yet he gradually suppressed them all.
Meng Zhi looked at the tall, red-haired cultivator seated across from him, his hands tucked into his sleeves.
What his master had told him today had utterly overturned his understanding.
He knew weapons could advance, and he understood that powerful divine objects existed in this world that could allow spirit artifacts to transform once more. But he had never imagined that the Soul Banner did not need any of those things at all.
As long as it had sufficient Baleful Intent and Yin Spirits, the Soul Banner could advance.
If the Soul Banner became a sacred artifact, he would wield a sacred weapon.
What unimaginable fortune was this!
If the soul banner could maintain its momentum of advancement, then one day the Soul Banner would become an unparalleled existence. And as its wielder, he too would bask in supreme glory and become an immortal-path titan commanding one region.
Whether founding a sect or establishing a Lineage, either would be as easy as turning over one's hand.
With the Soul Banner, he could easily raise an army of immortal soldiers.
Siege cities, seize lands, open frontiers, expand territory.
No wonder his master, Tu Shan Jun, looked down upon the world with such indifference.
He possessed supreme potential to begin with.
No matter who obtained the Soul Banner, they would surely accomplish a great undertaking.
He, Meng Zhi,