Then it was tempered from a mortal thing into a divine one.
The excruciating pain lasted for who knew how long. Perhaps it was only an instant, but Xu Yanli could no longer tell.
He only knew that he couldn't faint, couldn't give in, couldn't run away.
Neither sorrowful nor joyful.
He had to hold fast to his true self.
Amid the agony, he stubbornly guarded that final spark of clarity in his mind, refusing to let his consciousness scatter or his spirit falter.
At last, the pain slowly receded, ebbing away bit by bit like the tide.
Xu Yanli gasped for breath. He was drenched in cold sweat, his clothes soaked through, as if he'd just been hauled out of the water.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The world before him had changed.
It wasn't that things had become clearer. They had become different.
He could see the motes of dust drifting through the air, the fine grain in the altar's black stone, and distant pinpricks of light, faintly flickering in the void.
This wasn't an extension of his vision. It was a sublimation of his perception, a transformation of his soul.
It seemed the process of separation had also strengthened his divine soul.
The Soul Bone in his eye socket was no longer a Soul Bone.
It had transformed into a ball of chaotic light, floating before his brow and slowly turning. The glow was small, no bigger than a baby's fist, but the power it contained was more terrifying than the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord's entire lifetime of cultivation.
That was the power of a god.
That was the Eye of Judgment, a divine artifact formed from the fusion of Destruction and Life, capable of seeing through every illusion and passing judgment on every sin.
Xu Yanli