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Yet that was not the most fatal part.

What made Jiang Xuan frown most was that the cultivation of Totem Warriors was not about tempering oneself, but erasing oneself.

Cultivators constantly refined themselves, broke through their limits, and turned themselves into vessels for the Dao; Totem Warriors, meanwhile, evolved toward the totem they visualized, making themselves approach that long-fixed "standard answer."

This meant that the farther a Totem Warrior went, the more they lost the possibilities that belonged to them.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan even understood why Qin Wujiu had fallen into such a dazed and shattered state after his crushing defeat—his Dao had never been his own.

When the totem shattered, half his Dao shattered with it.

Still, disdain was one thing. Jiang Xuan did not voice that judgment, merely shaking his head inwardly.

Then, he turned his attention to something else.

Totems were dead, but people were alive. The rage, obsession, defiance, and unwillingness in Qin Wujiu's heart, along with the phantom of the Rakshasa Sword Wraith that had once roared toward the heavens behind him—these were all excellent materials.

As a Dao Path, the totem might have been unqualified; but as kindling and fuel for the Heart-Demon Sword, it was pure enough, fierce enough.

"Boom—!"

Within Jiang Xuan's sea of consciousness, the Mindflow Furnace suddenly blazed to life.

That brilliant furnace fire was sparked by his own conviction and fed by his vast, ocean-like Soul Power, burning fiercely in the depths of his sea of consciousness.

Then, with Qin Wujiu's cooperation, he sent the obsession and rage in his heart, the killing will of the Rakshasa Sword Wraith, and that defiance that would rather be smashed to pieces than bow its head... all of it into the Mindflow Furnace for tempering.

As piece after piece of