Ten days later, Qinggang County.
In a private room on the inn's top floor, Yi Yang sat cross-legged, several exquisite, empty jade bottles scattered around him.
His mind was immersed in the depths of his consciousness. Within that chaotic Sea of Consciousness, a Golden Giant Ape twelve feet tall sat cross-legged, his three eyes closed, his bearing solemn and majestic.
In the ape's palm, a pea-sized drop of liquid giving off a faint golden glow floated quietly.
Roaring golden flames burned over the Golden Giant Ape's body. This was "heartfire," condensed from the purest divine soul power.
The heartfire completely enveloped that drop of divine thought origin, burning and purifying it at an exceedingly slow yet unwavering pace.
Wisps of black mist finer than strands of hair were forcibly driven from the golden liquid. The instant they touched the golden flames, they gave soft hisses and burned into nothingness.
Yi Yang "watched" this scene, his brow slightly furrowed.
Too slow.
After examining it carefully, he discovered that the black mist escaping from the drop of divine thought origin left by the Spiritblood True God represented the most fanatical, most obsessive evil thoughts of countless Nine Evil Sect followers before their deaths.
And there were tens of thousands of them.
Yi Yang tried ordering the Golden Giant Ape to speed up, but the ape did not respond. His three eyes remained nearly closed, and the golden heartfire in his palm burned steadily, neither growing nor diminishing, maintaining its original, unhurried rhythm.
Apparently, this was his limit.
Forget it.
Yi Yang sighed inwardly and gave up urging him on.
The Spiritblood True God was even stronger than he had imagined. Just a wisp of divine thought origin, weakened over who knew how many years, was already this troublesome.
Each wisp of black