"The Visualization Method has reached perfection!"
Mo Yun's expression sharpened. Behind him, a desolate scene instantly appeared: a setting sun red as blood, yellow sand filling the sky, and broken weapons strewn across the ground. The Golden-Armored War God stood between heaven and earth, leaning on his sword, towering like a mountain.
This time, however, the once somewhat illusory scene seemed to have come alive, becoming incredibly solid. Every grain of yellow sand was clearly visible, and every wisp of wind carried the stench of blood and decay.
Mo Yun rose and casually waved his hand.
The Golden-Armored War God behind him waved his hand as well. The battered longsword in his grasp, its edge riddled with notches, sliced through the air with a piercing whistle, as though it would cut space itself apart.
At that moment, Mo Yun had completely become one with the Golden-Armored War God, with no distinction between them.
And he had finally comprehended the momentum contained within this visualization image-a momentum that belonged entirely to him, rather than the one originally embedded in the Visualization Method.
"This is the will to slaughter, unbroken through a hundred battles!"
Mo Yun half-closed his eyes, and images surfaced in his mind.
In them, he became broken weapons, torn banners, armored warhorses, and the chipped, cracked longsword in the Golden-Armored War God's hand...
Finally, step by step, he became the Golden-Armored War God.
He endured slaughter after slaughter, shattering and falling time and again, only to re-form each time and keep charging forward.
"The body may perish, but the will shall never diminish."
"Whether broken weapons or torn banners, even the ruined sword in the Golden-Armored War God's hand, or a single grain of dust amid this sky full of yellow sand..."
"They all bear this indomitable slaughter momentum.