Within the Mystic Hair, every last detail was laid bare.
In a daze, a riot of colors emerged. Countless Human Thoughts blessed it, countless thoughts gathered within it, and all manner of ** and intentions roamed through it without reserve.
All things beneath heaven could never escape the human heart; all matters beneath heaven would, in the end, require people to think upon them.
This state of mind flashed through Qiu Yan's heart, as though it had been engraved there. It felt both familiar and strange, yet vanished in an instant.
"Is this the fragment of mystery hidden within that Mystic Hair? It seems to touch upon the root of things, faintly carrying the all-pervading, ever-present aura of a Dao Fruit. But if my guess is correct, the Mystic Hair's origin still lies in my experiences from my previous life. Could that world have possessed Divine Abilities as well? What is the key?"
That Mystic Hair tendril had now fused with the Origin Source, inseparable from it, drawing Qiu Yan's consciousness along until it merged within as naturally as water flowing into its channel.
At the instant of their union, the extraordinary power within seeped out and transformed the outside world. This was also the opportunity Qiu Yan had seized. In that brief span of time, he had obtained certain secrets—not the whole picture, but enough to point him toward a path.
"Even this Tribulation Baleful Origin has become compatible with the Mystic Hair. Though reaching this step took me years and trials upon trials, it was far from easy. Still, it reveals the Mystic Hair's capabilities. That world of my previous life actually gave birth to such a thing—it is simply unimaginable. Yet from another angle, perhaps it is not impossible, because that world also possessed things absent from