Chen Yang was also deeply curious about what use this purified backlash power could serve.
So he continued refining talismans according to the wicked methods Qin Qiongyu had described. Strands of backlash power continuously burrowed into his body, only to be dragged away by the mysterious power of the Star Palace within him.
After one round of refinement, having accumulated enough backlash power, Chen Yang promptly stopped.
Once the Star Palace's mysterious power had purified it, it spat back out a tiny gray-black sphere of light, no larger than a fingernail clipping.
Chen Yang only needed to extend a sliver of his consciousness and probe it to understand its purpose.
The mysterious power produced by purifying the power of wishes could help cultivators attain enlightenment and break through their realms.
Yet this new product born from the backlash power acquired through wicked methods, after being purified, possessed an attribute completely opposite to it!
For example, if a cultivator was on the verge of gaining an insight or breaking through a realm, with everything proceeding smoothly, Chen Yang could secretly throw this wicked power onto them. That person would suffer tremendous interference, causing their insight or breakthrough to fail.
"This is far too heaven-defying!"
Feeling the two powers within him—powers that could determine life and death with a single thought—Chen Yang vaguely formed a few guesses.
"Life can help others attain enlightenment and break through, while death can shatter their hearts and damage their Dao. Could such an effect be the legendary power of creation?"
The more Chen Yang thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
The mysterious Star Sea Space, the shattered Star Palace, the seats upon the high platform, and the towering giant tower that pierced the heavens.
None of these seemed to belong to this world. Or,