A Fell Weapon Conceals Disaster, the Dagger Revealed, a Demon Soul Seizes a Body, the Primordial Spirit Becomes a Sword

"Bzzz!"

An origin imprint had lain dormant in the deepest recesses of the weapon, one that even the earlier chaos true flame had failed to refine away completely.

At this moment, it bared its savage fangs.

It was a mass of light as black as ink, its darkness unfathomably deep.

It had no shape, yet seemed to contain the most extreme malice and greed in all the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.

Its speed reached the absolute limit, transcending the shackles of time and ignoring the distances of space.

Even Ye Tian's protective divine radiance had no time to react.

"Whoosh!"

The black light shot like lightning up Ye Tian's arm, surging against the flow and instantly plunging into the sea of consciousness between his brows!

This was a killing blow!

The ultimate scheme of a Demon Emperor from Primordial Antiquity!

"Heh heh heh... it worked! It finally worked!"

An aged, sinister peal of wild laughter, steeped in the vicissitudes of endless years.

It did not ring out in the outside world, but exploded directly in the depths of Ye Tian's sea of consciousness.

"How many epochs has it been? How many epochs have I clung to life in this sunless Pyramid, inside that icy weapon?!"

"Ten Directions Annihilation was merely my dwelling."

"I became an Artifact Spirit and endured eternal solitude solely to await this day!"

"To await a perfect body, brimming with vital blood and peerless talent, capable of bearing my supreme Dao Fruit!"

After entering Ye Tian's sea of consciousness, the black light did not attack immediately. Instead, it rapidly expanded into a black demonic figure that towered between heaven and earth.

He wore an imperial crown and dragon robes, though his face remained indistinct.

But the pressure of his Imperial Dao, which had once ruled the heavens