After hearing Heavenly Sword Ao Haimo's words, Feng Luoyi gently shook his head. "What is there to bet on?" He raised a finger and pointed at Wang Qi's head—more precisely, the crown of his head, where the Niwan Palace lay. "A variant of the Flame of Life is protecting him. Even if he fails, even if his soul collapses, he can rebuild it, then charge at the Heavenly Sword Questioning Heart artifact a second time, a third time. With water grinding away at stone, he can grind his way through. Unless..."
"Unless his heart is the complete opposite of Sky Sword Palace's," Heavenly Sword snorted.
Sky Sword Palace was not naive enough to demand that every Heavenly Sword Envoy be a saint willing to sacrifice himself to protect the world. As long as someone partially aligned with Sky Sword Palace's ideals, it would not prevent them from becoming a Heavenly Sword Envoy.
A freak like Wang Qi, who had mastered the Flame of Life, really could wear down the power of Heavenly Sword Questioning Heart through sheer persistence, or discover some trick in the process and adjust his mind until it came a little closer to Sky Sword Palace's spirit.
Heavenly Sword Questioning Heart was difficult for ordinary people precisely because they lacked the Flame of Life and only ever had one chance.
Unless that person was rotten to the bone—a killer by nature, someone who loathed humanity, or a madman in all they did.
From the standpoint of the "Heavenly Sword," this heavy weapon of the nation, how could such a test merely be called "lenient"?
Yet Heavenly Sword simply did not trust Wang Qi.
Clearly, in this powerful cultivator's eyes, Wang Qi possessed at least two of those three traits—perhaps all three.
"A man who wields Devil's Great