The ultimate artistic conception descended, divine charm surged forth, and the rolling power climbed in a straight line. Black light spiraled into an aurora, rising in reverse from the entire former site of the Demon Sect and continuously converging upon the black sword in Qin Yang's hand.
Qin Yang began passively enduring the power of the Demon Sword's divine charm. Demonic qi naturally surfaced from his body, while the power within him began to be tainted by that artistic conception and transformed.
Meanwhile, the foolish Shura was still doing his utmost to guide forth the Demon Sword's divine charm. He had already been swept into the aurora, as though he had become the divine charm itself.
Qin Yang ignored the corruption of his internal power. He activated the Thinking Art, using the black sword in his hand as a medium to sort through the black beams that had formed vortices and were constantly pouring into the sword.
The complete artistic conception began to emerge in his heart as well, making him involuntarily think of certain people and certain events.
Only now could he truly feel the difference between the real Demon Sword, the Twelve Demon Swords, and even the Demon Venerable Saber Art.
The latter two required pure hatred, an emotion possessed by nearly all intelligent beings.
Yet the artistic conception contained within the Demon Sword's divine charm was far more complex: fury, resentment, hostility, dissatisfaction, and all manner of negative emotions. This was wrath.
Qin Yang did not delve deeply into it, stopping after merely tasting the surface. Once he understood its essence and origin, he immediately used that as a foundation to begin sorting through the aurora formed from the Demon Sword's divine charm.
With the results of his previous research, this sorting process became much faster. Time