What did he mean, only I had the qualifications?
Where had his qualifications gone? Had they been taken from him when he was imprisoned by the mastermind behind the scenes?
Could it be the legendary Supreme Bone?
Xiang Yuan grumbled inwardly, shooting Ji Wuzhou an inquiring look and urging his Broken Sampan master to explain himself.
Ji Wuzhou said nothing. He pressed his palms together like a blade, and a dazzling edge condensed at his fingertips. Before the blade light even emerged, the Vital Energy of heaven and earth around him scattered wildly, as though even heaven and earth feared this strike.
Clang—
A streak like a startled swan suddenly slashed forth, utterly without flourish, yet carrying the resolute intent to sever karma and split apart reincarnation. It cleaved straight toward where the two-colored spiritual springs met halfway up the Heavenly Pillar.
Once the blade was drawn, there was no regret!
Where the blade light passed...
The two-colored spiritual springs remained unchanged. Black was still black, white still white—exactly as they had been before.
Ji Wuzhou's barrage was like scraping an itch. The blade light plunged directly into the spiritual springs, yet even that forceful strike failed to greatly disrupt the rhythm at which the Heavenly Pillar exhaled the two colors.
Xiang Yuan frowned tightly. A casual strike from Ji Wuzhou possessed enough terrifying might to slay a grandmaster; there was no doubt he had the cultivation of the upper three realms. Though it was inferior to the chaotic light between Xiang Yuan's brows, it should not have failed to harm the spiritual springs at all.
A mechanism!
There was a mechanism built into the two-colored spiritual springs!
The exact mechanism was not difficult to guess. This world had formed from Yan Xuanhe's passing, and everything within it was intimately