He came to understand the origin of "Sky-Shattering" more deeply, along with the source of that unyielding battle intent and destructive baleful aura. This was not merely a weapon; it carried stretches of tragic yet glorious history.
He sat cross-legged before the Ancestor Stone, the Sky-Shattering Axe laid across his knees. His mind sank completely into it as he attempted to communicate more deeply with the ancient axe spirit and sense the faintest traces of the most fundamental Law of Power that had originated from the Sky-Opening Axe.
Time lost all meaning here. Yang Jian immersed himself in enlightenment, his aura gradually merging with the Sky-Shattering Axe. Dark-gold light and the Ancestor Stone's dark-red glow complemented one another. His Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique accelerated on its own in this environment, and his body grew tougher under the tempering of the chaotic energies of the Gui Ruins, showing faint signs of breaking through to the fifth revolution.
Yet fortune concealed misfortune. As his mind deeply fused with the Sky-Shattering Axe's ancient baleful aura and fragmented memories, those primordial thoughts of slaughter, the Witch Clan warriors' unwillingness and rage, and the aura of destruction from the dawn of creation began to erode his Dao heart more deeply.
His obsession with saving his mother began to merge with those negative energies, quietly undergoing a distortion.
"Power... Only absolute power can shatter every restraint!"
"If the Heavenly Court is unjust, then overturn the Heavenly Court! If a Sage blocks my path, then strike down that Sage!"
"Kill! Kill my way to justice! Kill my way to freedom!"
Strands of black qi began to mingle with the jade-colored divine light protecting his body. Whenever he occasionally opened his eyes, a trace of violence and obsession—one he himself had not even noticed—would flash through them.
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