Yi Yang opened his eyes, determination shining in their radiant depths.
He hesitated no longer.
Without holding anything back, he mobilized the Yi Wood True Qi within him, channeling it along his meridians into his right arm, then into the Mysterious Abyss Saber gripped in his hand.
At the same time, within his sea of consciousness, the nine-foot-tall Golden-Furred Giant Ape sensed Yi Yang's will and opened his three eyes.
The tremendous power of his Illusion-Breaking divine sense formed an invisible bridge, linking Yi Yang's will to the Spirit Weapon in his hand, which had lain dormant for untold years.
Humm-
Mysterious Abyss, asleep for who knew how long, sensed its master's will.
The ancient, cryptic patterns on the pitch-black blade seemed to come alive. Starting from the hilt, they lit up one after another.
An inky sheen raced along the patterns, swiftly covering the entire saber.
At that moment, Mysterious Abyss's plain, unadorned blade became a mass of pure darkness capable of devouring all light.
It was no longer ordinary iron.
It had become an instrument of slaughter.
The humming from the blade rose from a low drone to a piercing whine, setting the shattered rocks around him vibrating in resonance.
Countless tiny stone fragments hovered in midair, defying all reason.
Through the connection of his divine sense, a distinct longing, brimming with savagery and bloodlust, flooded Yi Yang's mind.
The saber was rejoicing.
It yearned to drink blood again.
At the other end of the valley, the thirty-foot-tall flesh monster Ye Hanqian had become sensed the sudden surge in Yi Yang's aura.
For the first time, a trace of instinctive human fear appeared in her scarlet, slit-pupiled eyes.
"This bastard...!"
"That saber is a Spirit Weapon? How is that possible!!!"
"How could he have such a powerful Spirit