Ancient texts often said that once the fate divine power was attained, one saw evil throughout the world. Thus, Purple Mansion cultivators became merciless, killing without restraint, seeing another's heart as though beholding a demonic obstacle.
As a potent weapon against lower cultivators, the fate divine power had always carried a certain air of mystery throughout the ages.
Lower cultivators merely found its might unfathomable, but Purple Mansion cultivators knew how difficult this path was to cultivate.
Few would normally choose the fate divine power as their first divine power.
Jiang Yang was still Jiang Yang. After attaining his divine power, his appearance had barely changed, yet the contours of his face had somehow gained an imposing dignity that could not be ignored.
"I... succeeded."
Jiang Yang blinked, finally coming back to himself after his long seclusion. Vast power had descended upon him overnight, and he felt as though everything around him lay within his sight.
In all fairness, his breakthrough had gone smoothly. With three kinds of resources supporting him, clear qi lifting him, and the Immortal Art guiding the whole process, not only had elevating his Immortal Foundation been effortless, but seeking its divine mysteries had met with no obstacles either.
That scene... who was that being?
Jiang Yang silently turned the question over in his mind. What had happened afterward was far from ordinary.
And in just a few moments, he was already close to forgetting everything that had happened.
His memories were twisting. That scene was swiftly receding from him, leaving only a few impressions behind. In the blink of an eye, he could recall no detail beyond that sense of profound darkness.
This was clearly the work of a Golden Core. After pacing a few steps through the quiet chamber, Jiang Yang soon buried it