Chu Tian's face was expressionless as he began his deductions anew.
The embryonic form of the second Great Dao—he had already touched its contours.
The length of time the spear body hovered in the void of his sea of consciousness extended from four breaths to six, then to nine, then to half an incense stick.
Each time it extended, his understanding of the sevenfold origins on the level of attack and slaughter deepened by another layer.
Throughout this process, part of his consciousness remained on the phantom of the Epoch Ancient Tree within the Imperial Crown Seal.
The Rule Fruits upon the crown had already shifted from green to pale gold, and different patterns surfaced on the surface of every fruit—some were carved with ancient God Clan runes, some were wrapped in sword Dao marks that had long since been lost, and some were still evolving on their own.
In the current Heavens and Myriad Worlds, perhaps even including many Void Gods such as the Purple Spirit Void God, only he knew what the true function of these Rule Fruits condensed by the Human Emperor with the Imperial Crown Mark really was.
He needed even more formidable power to face the coming maturation of the Rule Fruits, and to face every unpredictable variable in the Heavenly Pride Grand Competition.
Chu Tian opened his eyes.
The light in his purple vertical pupils was deeper and more settled than before his seclusion, and in the depths of his pupils, extremely fine dark-purple patterns faintly flowed—that was the trace left behind from his repeated tempering of the abyssal fusion point, a strengthening naturally produced after his body had been honed to its limit.
He raised his hand, and the phantom of a dark-gold long spear flashed across his palm and vanished.
There were