The moment the mist appeared, it spread at a visible pace and filled Qin An's mind.
Qin An gazed at those worlds brimming with life, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
He finally knew how to break the deadlock.
Now that vitality surrounded him. Wherever it swept, the endless obsessions and resentment vanished in an instant.
The principle was simple. Those obsessions came from destroyed worlds. They were frenzied and relentless, and even harbored boundless resentment toward the Savior.
Why did they feel such hatred? Because no Savior had ever arisen in their worlds.
In other words, when that rich vitality appeared, those obsessions, driven to the brink of madness, seemed to sense the worlds they had once known.
As they sensed what they had once known, their frenzy was tempered by the abundant vitality. It gradually weakened and might even disappear.
"Perhaps it won't take me long to gain complete control of this body."
Qin An said no more. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to focus.
He needed to fully receive the boundless vitality of those worlds, then send it back to dissolve the countless obsessions here.
As for his Golden Finger's manifestation, Qin An left it alone. It was helping him.
As Qin An sat cross-legged, the obsessions weakened at a visible pace.
His mind free of distraction, Qin An sat like a withered tree.
While he pressed ahead, the battle outside reached a critical point.
The Myriad Worlds Body drew on its last reserves of strength to shield the Pacifying Distant King from part of the obsessions' onslaught.
But the rest still surged toward the Pacifying Distant King.
Eunuch Yang, by contrast, disregarded his own safety. He had no intention of defending against the obsessions and simply kept attacking, driving his offensive to