Three days later.
When Jiang Yan died once more beneath the Life-Death Demon Skeleton's palm, the two illusory figures formed from Martial Intent behind him finally underwent their transformation.
The firmament tore apart, and countless phantoms stood lofty above all.
They held their heads high with proud arrogance, their auras vast and majestic, sacred and noble. They wielded all manner of divine weapons, and every phantom seemed capable of holding up a world.
"So many..."
There had been only one phantom the previous two times, yet this time there were so many that they nearly filled the entire sky, their spectacle immense.
Lightning, flames, water vortices, golden weapons... countless substances intertwined and transformed.
They merely gazed coldly at Jiang Yan, showing no intention of descending.
This seemed to be a trial. Win, and his Martial Intent would reach completion.
Lose...
Then he would fight again after losing.
"Not convinced, are you?"
Jiang Yan understood what those phantoms meant.
Without hesitation, he charged into the heavens. The Broadsword War God and Golden Drum Thunder God manifested behind him one after another.
Since they were unconvinced, then he would beat them into submission!
For a time, the Heavenly Palace rumbled and trembled. That figure, seemingly frail and insignificant before the countless phantoms, stirred the heavenly tides and shattered dark clouds as terrifying, rapid collisions erupted without end.
One week later.
When Jiang Yan shattered the final phantom with his blade.
The broken remnants that had fallen from the sky turned into specks of light and entered Jiang Yan's body.
"Time Law."
Skipping the process of breakthrough, Jiang Yan's Martial Intent directly reached great completion and perfectly absorbed every battle phantom.
Boom!
His body released all the battle phantoms.
Rows of sacred, massive phantoms stood behind Jiang Yan. There were eighty-one of them