His aura rapidly ascended, directly reaching the Ninth Tier Peak, and then, after a slight pause, it surpassed this limit.
The Short Sword in his hand swiftly transformed, from a sheathed sword into an already opened black razor.
Yu Ziqing looked at this razor; it was just like the hair-cutting razor he remembered, very typical and ordinary in style.
With the razor in his hand, the Storage Bag suddenly shattered, revealing the body of the Evil Dao youth.
Yu Ziqing walked up to the youth and made a slash.
At that moment, before Yu Ziqing's eyes, generations of Evil Dao legacies appeared, tracing back all the way to the original ideal source of the Evil Dao.
The slash of the blade traversed the entire path, altering all memories that tried to change the mind, like a grand river, moving upstream, continuously being obliterated.
Until reaching the very beginning, Yu Ziqing seemed to see the original Evil Dao standing before him, the incarnation of the initial ideal.
