In an unnamed mountain valley, Primordial chaos qi divided heaven and earth. Outside, there was neither wind nor rain; within, heavenly might raged unchecked.
"Heavenly might truly cannot be lightly provoked."
The scattered consciousness gathered once more. Accompanied by a low dragon's roar, a faint candle flame lit up, driving away the surrounding darkness. At that very moment, Jiang Chen's formerly dormant consciousness awakened again.
At this moment, however, he was in an utterly terrible state. His once-powerful Yang Spirit had been torn to pieces beneath the terrifying heavenly might. Had his Dao heart not attained a certain level, and had his soul not been extraordinary enough to retain a trace of clarity beneath the lightning tribulation, even his sense of self would have completely dispersed, leaving him a wandering ghost between heaven and earth.
Of course, where there was danger, there was gain. As his consciousness reunited, Jiang Chen sensed the changes in his soul.
"Only by shattering can one rebuild. The final trace of yin impurity hidden within my soul was buried too deeply. Unless my soul was completely broken apart, even the power of heavenly lightning could not reach it."
"This time, I drew Heaven's Execution upon myself. Though it grievously damaged my Yang Spirit and annihilated all ten thousand of my Yang Spirit thoughts, it also completely cleansed away the yin impurity within me."
Looking inward at himself and seeing the sole Yang Spirit thought he had left, ripples spread through Jiang Chen's consciousness.
Before drawing Heaven's Execution into the world, he had already divided out twelve thousand Yang Spirit thoughts. His soul was so powerful that it was enough to startle heaven and earth. Other than being somewhat inferior in essence to a Dao Embryo, few in the world could likely compare to it in