I Command You, Look at Me!

His body was crumbling, yet it began to regenerate.

Cracks appeared across Chen Yan's body, then vanished in an instant.

Fierce waves of energy spilled from Chen Yan.

At that moment, Chen Yan's condition was exceedingly precarious.

Every second, his physical body teetered on the verge of exploding several times, only to be repaired again and again.

It was like a keg of explosives whose fuse was lit over and over, only to be extinguished each time.

It was a tug-of-war.

The longer it went on, the fiercer the struggle became.

An hour later, Chen Yan's body was exploding and recovering more than ten times every second.

"True truths always lie amid danger."

Chen Yan gasped violently.

He could clearly feel the True Martial Power forming inside him growing more abundant by the moment.

He was inching closer to success, even as he drew nearer to the most terrifying danger.

A trace of grim resolve surfaced in Chen Yan's heart.

He wanted to master the purest power of his own.

He wanted to gain strength that truly belonged to him.

He was used to pain, used to breaking limits.

But he wasn't used to accepting things he didn't want to accept.

This wasn't madness. It was a refusal to go mad.

Beneath the surface of Chen Yan's madness lay the deepest parts of him: anger and calm.

He had to admit that he'd underestimated Chi Xue and the Dark Devourer Mother Tree.

He'd thought that battle wouldn't be so brutal.

He'd prepared for everything, but it still wasn't enough.

He'd once hated the secret words Qi Fan had given him.

But at the brink of death, he'd still used them.

He'd watched the Creation Realm experts of Great Xia die for his sake, only to have their deaths exploited by