Zhou Xuan's vow power required devout prayers from mortals, slow accumulation, and the establishment of academies to guide them.
Too slow! Too gentle!
But the art in the jade slip was pure plunder!
It did not require Mortal devotion or consent.
It only required Mortals to feel emotions, then forcibly extracted, devoured, and converted them!
Zhao Ji raised his head in disbelief, staring fixedly at the phantom in midair.
His voice trembled so badly that he could not even form a complete sentence.
"M-my lord... is... is this..."
"The legendary supreme art for controlling vow power?"
The phantom gave a cold snort.
"At least you have some discernment."
"This is precisely the Vow Power Secret Art passed down by our Central Province Immortal Alliance for tens of thousands of years."
"That fool Zhou Xuan thinks he picked up some incredible treasure. Promoting cultivation for everyone in a barren Borderlands wasteland—what an utter laughingstock!"
"He has no idea that vow power was never meant to protect ants."
"Vow power is a tool the strong use to rule the weak!"
Absolute confidence and domineering authority suffused the phantom's words.
Zhao Ji's blood boiled as he listened.
If he mastered this art, why would he fear Zhou Xuan? Why would he fear Yang Wudi?
He alone could hold the lives of millions of Mortals in his hands!
He alone could condense a power even more terrifying than that Golden Light Divine Statue!
When that time came, the entire Northern Lands, the entire Western Desolate Region, would prostrate themselves at his feet!
He would not even need to go to Central Province and wag his tail, begging for scraps. He could become an overlord in his own right!
Zhao Ji's eyes began to turn bloodshot, and greedy desire grew wildly in his heart.
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