The Number One Under Heaven Martial Dao Tournament came to a successful close. As countless projection stones spread this battle throughout the ancient nations, Shi Hao's name was etched into the memories of the masses.
Shi Hao logged off and went to spend some quiet time alone, while Qin Tian entered seclusion again, preparing to sever his second corpse.
His towering Yang Spirit floated in midair, pure gold from head to toe, like an innate god. Intricately complex Dao marks flowed across its body, mysterious and profound. Behind its head, two rings represented the sun and moon, like their endless cycle and the alternation of day and night, fully displaying the profound mysteries of time.
He recalled his past, and joy welled up ceaselessly in his heart: his first cultivation in childhood, the instant his sacrifice to the Desolate Heaven Emperor succeeded, the joy of escaping the Yaoguang mining district, the exhilaration of avenging his slaughtered family, the emotion of Qin Hao's birth. One event after another filled his heart.
Finally, as the seven emotions surged, Qin Tian opened his eyes, manifested the Supreme Heavenly Blade, and shouted, "Sever!"
The blade light fell. Joy drew upon every benevolent thought, manifesting the good corpse in the world.
With the good corpse's arrival came a sense of creation and destruction, of something arising from nothing.
Profound beyond profound.
The good and evil corpses hovered around Qin Tian, and his seven emotions and six desires departed with them. His primordial spirit felt clear, all the distracting thoughts that had once troubled it now gone.
Only his deepest Dao nature remained. Great Dao Insights came flooding in, his primordial spirit worked at tremendous speed, and his Dao attainment rose another notch.
Only Dao nature remained in his heart. Though the seven emotions and six