The moment Ye Xiwen's words fell, a figure appeared in the void. The instant this figure emerged, it carried the momentum to suppress all beneath heaven, its body radiating an aura of looking down upon the world. That dense imperial pressure was even far more overbearing than the Sword of Destiny.
It also carried a dense aura of creation. Ye Xiwen was very familiar with that face—it was precisely Creation Heavenly Lord.
Though Ye Xiwen had never truly met Creation Heavenly Lord, he had seen Creation Heavenly Lord's Source Spirit. The man before him looked exactly the same as Creation Heavenly Lord, so naturally he could not be Creation Heavenly Lord himself. The answer was obvious: he could only be the artifact spirit of the Creation Treasure Armor.
"After watching for so long, you still dared to show yourself. You've got quite the nerve!"
Ye Xiwen said this while holding the Sword of Destiny. The power of the Supreme Ancestral Talisman radiated from his body with terrifying might. At this moment, Ye Xiwen was stronger than ever before.
Far away, the artifact spirit of the Sword of Destiny had condensed a physical form once more. He merely stared with bloodshot eyes, glaring fixedly at Ye Xiwen—or, more accurately, at the Sword of Destiny in Ye Xiwen's hand.
Ye Xiwen turned toward the artifact spirit of the Sword of Destiny and said, "Stop staring at me. I am indeed your tribulation, but am I not also an opportunity for you? The Sword of Destiny truly made you what you are, but likewise, it has restricted you from going any further. Your Dao all came from the Sword of Destiny—or, to put it more precisely, from its former master, the former Central Celestial Venerable. You thought you had walked this path smoothly,