Within the boundless depths, Jiang Yi's consciousness sank and rose, as though adrift on a vast ocean, bobbing with the upheavals of the Great Void.
Several towering figures spanning heaven and earth flashed past in succession. Then grand, thunderous voices of the Dao exploded one after another:
"[Lesser Yang] wounded [Thunder Pivot]. A Qi Refining cultivator struck a True Lord, and deserves a great reward..."
Jiang Yi's heart stirred, and a sense of satisfaction welled up within him. Those nine bolts of Mysterious Thunder had not been endured in vain. He had finally accomplished something unprecedented in the Jambudvipa Vast Land.
Unfortunately, he could not sense his physical body at the moment, and could not even laugh.
A soft hum trembled.
The strand of brilliant golden light descending from the Great Void seemed to answer him, gently wrapping around his frail, unsupported Divine Sense and continuously nourishing it.
Overlapping, interwoven radiance spilled down. Rather than the dazzling brilliance of the Great Sun, it flowed like gentle dawn light, reminding him of the bliss he had felt when first Supplicating the Heavenly Book and drinking moon nectar to increase his cultivation.
I finally became [Lesser Yang].
The killing sword [Upside Down] had slashed through his own body, extinguishing the vitality in every bone and severing both the Tribulation Qi left by the Mysterious Thunder and the Lifespan-Cutting Calamity along with it, leaving [Thunder Pivot] unable to hold him in his grasp any longer.
And he had dared to do this entirely because of the nascent Golden Nature of [Lesser Yang], with its two great images of waxing and waning-survive the killing of the body, and it would flourish; weaken without being extinguished, and it would rise to fullness.
To win [Lesser Yang]'s favor and keep its gaze from ever turning away,