I, Yang Jian, Have Finally Stepped into the Quasi-Saint Realm!

"You have the blessing of the Ziwei Imperial Star. Why would you need those ordinary Innate Spiritual Treasures?"

"The star's origin is the best vessel."

Di Zun's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly splitting apart the fog in Yang Jian's heart.

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yang Jian abruptly opened his eyes.

That was right.

How did I not think of that?

The Ziwei Imperial Star was the foremost of all stars, and its Origin Power was not at all inferior to a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Using it to carry the Three Corpses was simply perfect.

Wild joy surged through Yang Jian's heart.

With that one sentence, Martial Uncle had directly pointed out the Great Dao for him.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Severing a corpse was no joke. The slightest carelessness could lead to qi deviation.

He had to maintain absolute calm.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes, and began adjusting his state.

The purple starlight within the hall gradually drew inward, all gathering around him.

He sank his mind into his body and began searching for his own evil thoughts.

People had seven emotions and six desires, good and evil intertwined.

If he wanted to sever his Evil Corpse, he had to strip away the evil thoughts from the deepest depths of his heart.

Countless images began to flash through Yang Jian's mind.

The tragedy of his family being destroyed and his loved ones killed.

The despair of his mother being forcibly taken away by the Heavenly Soldiers.

The humiliation of clinging to life in the deep mountains and old forests.

These images were like sharp knives, stabbing viciously into his nerves.

Rage.

Killing intent.

The desire for destruction.

These negative emotions