This chess piece has finally grown up completely.

Yang Jian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, threaded with wisps of purple lightning that crackled through the void before him.

He could feel it—every drop of blood, every inch of bone within him brimmed with explosive power.

This power was law, vital blood, and an unparalleled majesty born from the Purple Wei Emperor Star.

A Quasi-Saint!

Was this the power of a Quasi-Saint?

An unprecedented surge of heroic fervor rose in Yang Jian's heart.

He was now absolutely certain that if he exchanged another move with Chi You, he would never be left in such a sorry state as before.

He was even confident that he could fight Chi You to a standstill!

This was not merely an improvement in cultivation, but a leap in the very level of his life.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle, for making this possible!"

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Yang Jian turned and performed a full prostration before Emperor Venerate upon the Nine Dragon Imperial Throne.

This bow came from the very depths of his heart.

Had his Martial Uncle not bestowed the Purple Wei origin upon him and offered guidance at that critical moment, who knew how long he would have had to wait before stepping into the Quasi-Saint realm.

This favor was as heavy as Mount Tai!

"Rise."

Emperor Venerate's voice remained calm, yet anyone could hear the satisfaction within it.

"You are This Venerable One's disciple, and thus half a successor of mine as well."

"The stronger you become, the more honor you bring to This Emperor and to your master."

Emperor Venerate looked at Yang Jian, his gaze carrying a measure of expectation.

"Now that you are a Quasi-Saint and wield a killing weapon like the Shield-Axe, Peach Mountain's net of heaven and earth is nothing more than