I, Yang Jian, Have Finally Stepped Into the Quasi-Saint Realm!

"You have the Purple Wei Emperor Star's blessing. Why would you need those ordinary Innate Spiritual Treasures?"

"The stellar origin is the finest vessel."

Emperor Venerate's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through the fog in Yang Jian's heart.

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yang Jian abruptly opened his eyes.

That's right.

How had I not thought of that?

The Purple Wei Emperor Star was the foremost of all stars. The power of its origin was not the least bit inferior to a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Using it to carry the Three Corpses could not have been more fitting.

Yang Jian was ecstatic.

That one sentence from his martial uncle had directly pointed out the Great Dao for him.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Severing the corpses was no child's play. One misstep, and he could suffer qi deviation.

He had to remain absolutely calm.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his condition.

The purple starlight within the hall gradually withdrew, all of it converging around him.

He sank his consciousness into his body and began searching for his malice.

People possessed seven emotions and six desires, with good and evil intertwined.

To sever the Evil Corpse, he had to strip out the deepest malice in his heart.

Countless scenes began flashing through Yang Jian's mind.

The tragedy of his family's destruction.

The despair of watching his mother be forcibly taken away by the Heavenly Soldiers.

The humiliation of barely clinging to life in the deep mountains and ancient forests.

Those scenes were like blade after blade, viciously stabbing into his nerves.

Rage.

Killing intent.

The desire for destruction.

These negative emotions began to breed wildly in the depths