Jiang Shu endured the agony and focused his severely weakened spiritual perception, trying to sense the nature of this place.
There was no clear structure of laws, no stable network of Dao Marks.
This place seemed more like a fragment of the void brutally torn away, then forcibly infused with vast quantities of killing intent from an ancient battlefield, fragments of laws, endless chaotic will, and that sinister aura.
They tore at one another amid the chaos, fused, then were drawn in and transformed by this strange altar.
Like a malformed embryo, it struggled to bring forth life amid chaos and corruption!
Leaning against the cold stone pillar, Jiang Shu's gradually recovering mind began to stir up stormy waves.
Bring forth life!
This wasn't simply an image of the Ancient Path developing sentience, nor was it the lingering imprint of some powerful individual at work.
This throb, this struggle like a fetus kicking in filthy amniotic fluid.
This nascent world will, drawing in, transforming, and attempting to construct itself—all of it pointed toward a chilling possibility.
The War Soul Ancient Path hadn't "given birth" to a consciousness. It was itself struggling to "come alive"!
From the shattered, lifeless remains of an ancient battlefield, over the passage of time, catalyzed by boundless killing intent, chaotic laws, and this sinister foreign core force, it was mutating into a living embryo of a small world, with primitive, muddled instincts!
A world in the throes of death, steeped in death, slaughter, madness, and sinister forces!
The secret realms of the Ancient Paths were said to record the deeds of humanity's ancestors.
Even if one truly developed sentience, it should never be this bizarre!
This altar...
The scene from that day at the War Alliance resurfaced in Jiang Shu's mind.
The terrifying evil aura that