Within the Heavenly Origin Mirror lay a blood-red world, like an eternal scene. In the distance, the Avici Sword struggled constantly, trying to break free, its vicious aura locked within countless chains of laws.
This consumed most of the Heavenly Origin Mirror's power. Even when the Avici Sword was not being used, it remained a tremendous trouble that could not be underestimated. One careless mistake could bring a backlash, and Ye Xiwen had no desire to encounter such a thing.
Before Ye Xiwen stretched a Lightning Lake. Thunder rumbled everywhere, lightning power flashing in every direction, like an independent kingdom of thunder.
A figure lay within the Lightning Lake, clad in a pale blue robe, resting peacefully amid the lightning slurry.
Around her, the Myriad Heart Ancient Tree continuously released seven-colored rays, enveloping her and shielding her from the invasion of evil demons and Outer Dao. Even so, black patterns still crawled across her face—the mark of death power's corrosion.
Even with the Lightning Lake and the Myriad Heart Ancient Tree holding it back together, death power's erosion of Ye Qianqian had grown increasingly severe over the past thousand years.
Ye Xiwen sat cross-legged beside the lightning lake. In the distance, countless God Sources burned, transforming into spiritual energy and laws that surged into his body.
His body was like a wooden barrel that could never be filled. No matter how much spiritual energy entered it, it was never satisfied. Not the slightest wisp of spiritual energy leaked out; he had sealed every pore on his body, preventing it from escaping.
His aura rose and fell without cease, flickering in and out of sight, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Countless laws formed dragons and phoenixes, creating endless strange phenomena that manifested behind him.
Within his body, a great mass of