As the ancient saying went, Divine Abilities were vast, and magical power knew no bounds.
As the power of a Dharma Estate, magical power was an almost "omnipotent" energy.
Unlike True Qi, which could only drive the native cultivation system, it could channel all arts. Whether Totem skills, Profound Yang martial arts, or abilities from other worlds, it could power them all.
Its standing was also higher, its mysteries unfathomable, its transformations ever-changing.
High Person Xueying drove the [Cold Light Mirror] before him, trying to block the Greedy Attachment Sword.
Yet the black sword, empowered by magical power, ignored the distance between them and passed straight through the Cold Light Mirror like a phantom.
He could only watch helplessly as that sword, which stirred covetous desire, grew larger in his vision before finally sinking into his body.
Clang.
The Cold Light Mirror fell to the floor. Though it had been his Life-bound Magical Treasure in his previous life, the pitifully scant "True Qi" within him could not satisfy the sword.
Even his flesh and blood were devoured in that instant.
"A hundred years... and in the end, I only sewed another man's wedding robes." Xueying looked at his withered palm, then raised his head toward Chu Mo above.
With his discerning eye, he could naturally tell that Chu Mo had failed at Opening the Estate and was about to die. But having witnessed him emerge from the Heavenly Register, he believed Chu Mo would never perish so easily.
"Junior Brother Chu... do not let this Heavenly Register down. Follow this path, and keep walking."
Xueying gave a bitter laugh. "Step onto another man's Dao Path... and from then on, not a single thing is yours to decide..."
With those words, he could hold on no longer. His body and soul