"This sword..."
The instant he drew his sword, not only did the consciousness space here fracture, but Jia Xin's own consciousness was affected as well.
For a long time, Jia Xin had been troubled by his inner demon while absorbing new Daoist concepts within Great Emperor Dongji's Mysterious Pavilion, consolidating the foundation of Immortal Essence in his body. He had accumulated a great deal through dedicated cultivation, but a qualitative transformation required an opportunity. It was not something that could be achieved through painstaking training alone.
With life and death hanging in the balance, Jia Xin not only suppressed his inner demon, but also concentrated everything he had learned into the instant his sword left its sheath.
With a single slash, Jia Xin's Sword Path rose to an entirely new height.
"I never expected my Sword Path to take another step forward during such a battle and reach a higher level. The sword in my hand can sever everything in this world, while the sword in my heart can sever my inner self. But... all of this is thanks to Zhang Chen."
At the moment the consciousness space collapsed, Jia Xin gripped "Soaring Dragon" in reverse and slashed straight down through the center of his own head, completely splitting his consciousness body in two.
As Jia Xin's left half separated, no longer constrained by the main body, a great mass of dark aura condensed around its head. Two eyes glared furiously at Jia Xin from within the darkness.
"You think you can free yourself from my shackles this way? I grew alongside you. I am you! I am the true you! I am your dissatisfaction with this world, the embodiment of your incomprehension toward the great path of cultivation, your obsession with being unable to let go of Xiao Yu,