BOOM! Within Xu Yangyi’s heart, a flash arced through like a thunderclap. He’d never expected by any musing that Emperor Armaments… were actually even separated by life and death!

The doubt in his heart finally had an answer. Although this answer was quite superficial, it seemed to raise a corner and actually conceal even more secrets!

His gaze twinkled. An Animus Armament had identified itself with his own Dao? What Dao had it recognized of his? If there was certainly an activation opportunity, it was when those eight cultivators had confronted Vermilion Snow, giving him a kind of shock. But… what he came to be enlightened in was how a cultivator should be! What cultivation was!

Which Lord of the Nine Quiniums would acknowledge what a cultivator was?! As to the nature of cultivation? [1]

He was silent, not uttering a word. Jadewave gently flicked a finger and a lotus flower suddenly drifted out from the heavy mist. In a flash, it touched the Emperor Armament, and a sharp, grating noise similar to a sword strike quickly echoed through the air!

Dong! Although this noise was momentary, its lingering aura was prolonged. It seemed to have been heard from a thousand years ago, carrying an aura of endless murder, and causing the mind to shudder!

Xu Yangyi suddenly felt his heart madly palpitate, but it slowly settled as the ripplesque sound dissipated. It was as if… something was tightly clutching onto his heart,...