Because on this platform, it was personally overseen by a grandmaster, guarding the battlefield of the Seven Immortal Swords for centuries within the Central Academy.
At first glance, this map looked like a very ordinary stone slab!
But it was etched with countless intricate writings and patterns. The slab had no shield, yet it was impeccably clean, without a trace of dust, and even emitted a faint glow.
Gazing at this stone array, Yang Tian did not touch it, for this map maintained the Xixian Sword Formation, and any movent would affect the Sword Formation.
This was not sothing Yang Tian wanted to see!
What Yang Tian needed was precisely that powerful and unparalleled ancient spirit of slaughter.
However, Yang Tian did not imdiately use this ancient slaughtering spirit to refine the magic for his return to the primordial world. Instead, he gazed at it quietly, pondering deeply.
"Who do you think that voice belongs to?"
Yang Tian thought for a long ti before suddenly asking.
At this mont, a figure far away in East Siberia’s Kolden Mountain slowly opened its eyes from an ancient seal and faintly replied, "I don’t know, but one thing is certain—this person must be a powerful force from the ancient tis!"
An ancient Great Country?
Yang Tian knew that his avatar and his true self were one and the sa. When he had heard that voice earlier, his avatar had already started deducing its aning.
During the creation of this avatar, Yang Tian had deliberately segregated his most rational side into it.
Thus, it could be said that this external avatar was even more logical, more composed, and better suited for analysis than Yang Tian himself.
From this, it was evident that most of the magic deducing processes for Returning All Phenona were executed through external avatars.
After pondering for a while, Yang Tian asked again, "Since there existed such a formidable ancient power, why did it tell , ’You’ve finally understood this phrase’? What does this an? Why say it only to ???"
"I don’t know!"
The East Siberian avatar, with a cold and indifferent expression, said, "But no matter what, now is not the ti for to think. I shouldn’t be overthinking either. What matters most is perfecting the magic to return to the original state and to enter a new stage."
"A Divine Separation Stage?"
Hearing this, Yang Tian was montarily stunned. Then, he nodded and said, "Indeed, this is a kind of progress."
"And... another breakthrough!"
The weather around Yang changed again. His predecessor, Long Li, who guarded the tower gate, awakened with a start. Then he realized sothing seemingly impossible.
Do you know how long it would take Yang Tian to reach the top of the tower?
Three days? Five days?
When Yang Tian ascended to the final floor, they personally believed that Yang Tian had already pushed past his limits!
Yet now, there was another breakthrough?
This was beyond what any of them could comprehend. Yang Tian advancing again so swiftly—was he truly a monster?
This prompted them to stand one after another, looking up to the top of the tower.
What they witnessed left all of them with mouths agape and eyes utterly stupefied.
For at the top of the tower, a massive black lotus had unexpectedly manifested, emanating an intense black radiance. This black glow spread out, covering the entirety of the tower’s summit and even extending over the surrounding sky, eventually enveloping all of Yanjing!
Such an unimaginable phenonon, appearing atop Yanjing, naturally drew an enormous amount of attention.
Outside a shopping mall in Yanjing’s Inner Ring,
a group of people was loading luxury goods from the mall into lined-up roadside sports cars, one by one.
Beside the sports cars stood two young n, who, despite their surroundings, didn’t appear particularly modest or overbearing.
"Ah! Bitian, I have to say—your family manages such absurd things, all the way from Yingtian to Yanjing. If it weren’t for that, I’d have thought your family had already fallen into ruin." One of the young n, noticing passing attractive won, flashed what he believed to be a charming smile, lit a cigarette, and remarked.
"It’s no big deal. Just a coincidence!"
The other young man, nad Bitian, seed proud when hearing his companion’s words but tried to maintain a pretense of modesty as he laughed.
But he couldn’t suppress the faint frustration he felt.
Because abruptly, he thought of soone—the person he least wanted to think about, or encounter, in his entire life!
It was because of this person that his family’s properties had nearly diminished under the pressures of fortune.
If not for the assistance of a noble family, their family’s assets might have been completely relocated to other cities, fearing collapse just as his companion had alluded to!
At this thought, Bitian couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh. Just where had that person gone?
After so many years, could the one who once ruled over the entire Su Da province really disappear entirely, as rumors suggested?
As this thought arose, Bitian chuckled bitterly to himself.
He rembered thinking at that ti that this person was an unparalleled existence he would only ever look up to in his lifeti!
But now?
Now he had graduated from university, studied abroad for two years, and inherited his family’s business. As his power and influence grew, he beca a regular on East China’s wealthiest list, striving for the top fifty.
Now, their family had beco a respected provincial-level clan. They had co to Yanjing to festival in goodwill with major clans from the North China region, with the aim of securing the family’s place in the area’s future economy.
What could that person achieve back then that he, Bitian, could not achieve now, and likely do better!
With this self-assurance, Bitian shook off all lingering mories of that person, then said with a carefree smile, "Luo Wei, let’s not dawdle. Let’s head to our next stop, shall we?"
"Another stop? Haven’t we bought enough already? Besides, isn’t gifting cash far more practical nowadays?"
Luo Wei, a younger man, pouted in dissatisfaction but suddenly noticed a shadowy hue across the sky. With a gasp, he exclaid in shock, "Bitian, look up quickly! What is that??"
"What is it? What are you..."
Bitian had been about to open the car door when Luo Wei’s outcry distracted him, prompting him to raise his head in irritation. Yet what he saw made him freeze on the spot.
Because above, the sky was shrouded in pitch-black radiance, and on the horizon stood a shadowy tower crowned with a black lotus.
"Holy shit! Yanjing truly lives up to its reputation. The sky-puppetry projection effects are ridiculously realistic! This is beyond even 3D... no, it’s 4D! How insane is this!?" Luo Wei exclaid with wide-eyed amazent at the black lotus.
Passersby on the sidewalk, too, stopped to stare with admiration and gasps, causing a spontaneous crowd to gather in awe of what had erged.
Bitian, seeing the spectacle for himself, no longer opened the car door but prepared to watch slowly, savoring what he figured was a future conversational piece.
The Divine Separation Stage, as its na implies, is a realm where one can split consciousness, Yuan Ying, or even soul.
Of course, that alone would hardly suffice for soone like Yang Tian.
After all, as a supre power on this earth, the Devouring Demon’s mories extended far beyond rely dividing the mind, Yuan Ying, or soul, reaching unfathomable depths unknown to many!
This was why Yang Tian alone could create an avatar equating to the spiritual level of the Yuan Dynasty!
Yet that didn’t an the Divine Separation Stage was entirely useless for Yang Tian!
After all, secret arts were still fundantally restricted by their natural limitations. Even dividing the mind could only occur once. If those arts were used recklessly, repeated strains could risk overdrawing the spirit to such a degree that Yang Tian would risk death himself, drained of soul and essence.
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