There was no telling how long the pure hatred lingering within this Gun Mark had existed.
Having obtained this inheritance, Wraith had probably focused entirely on mastering The End and becoming a god, without ever considering why the Wraith Emperor had been so powerful.
Looking at it that way, Wraith had been awfully lucky.
He had survived from the Golden Race's era until now, yet had still relied solely on the [Wraith] End to remain in his own Desolate Realm, only to be blasted apart by [Truth] when the era of Train Conductors arrived.
Who had been the last one to meet a similar fate?
Abyss.
But in Abyss's case, it had simply been because he was too powerful. Both The End and the Abyss Realm itself had been powers that belonged entirely to him from birth.
As a result, Abyss back then had been unable to understand what weakness meant and had treated everything as his toys.
He had spent all day in the Abyss Realm. If he had not insisted on trading away his own authority back then, even several Water Ices combined would have been no match for him.
"Did this hatred surface because I'm the Golden Race's Glory Laurel Wreath? Though this hatred is ancient enough to be an antique, I don't want any foreign consciousness appearing on my gun."
Deep blue flames shone in Ye Qiyan's eyes.
The next second, his manifested psyche completely engulfed the Gun Mark.
[Psyche: 1900 → 1850]
It still was not enough.
After the ascension, the consciousness inside still remained.
Moreover, its potential had not been exhausted.
Crack... crunch...
Ye Qiyan gripped the Gun Mark tightly. Then more deep blue light streamed between his fingers, enveloping it once again.
Ascension! Ascension!! Ascension!!!
The Wraith Emperor's Gun Mark changed