He simply looked quietly at the three points of faint light reflected in the sword blade, watching them entangle within the chaos, repelling each other, yet bizarrely coexisting.
As if examining another self.
Or rather, the three parts that make up "oneself."
"Ancient will!"
Gui Xu whispered, the voice still hoarse, yet with fewer overlaps, and a touch more indifferent.
His left eye flashed with a golden light, an air of dominance, overlooking the world and governing the universe, arose spontaneously. He could feel the endless wisdom and strategy accumulated over the years within that will, along with the unfulfilled ambition!
"Power of Destruction!"
His right eye's black pupil suddenly deepened, seemingly transforming into a black hole devouring everything. A cold, deathly silent, pure desire for destruction began to grow in his heart. It was a negation of all existence, all rules, all "Dao!"
"And..."
His gaze finally fell upon that faint point of clarity.
