Zhou Yuan silently stood on the red hill, the mottled pitch-black Heavenly Yuan Brush quietly hovering beside him. Faint pulses of light flowed along the body of the brush as an almost undetectable but powerful undulation spread.

Zhou Yuan was overwhelmed by emotion as he stared at the Heavenly Yuan Brush. He could clearly feel how much different it was now compared to before.

There may only be a word of difference between a Heaven Genesis Weapon and a Black Genesis Weapon, but the disparity between them was akin to the gap between the heavens and the earth.

His hand slowly unfurled as the Heavenly Yuan Brush rapidly shrank, ultimately turning into a thread of light that flew into Zhou Yuan’s body and out from his other palm.

After advancing to the Heaven tier, Zhou Yuan no longer needed to hang the brush from his waist. Instead, he could now keep it in his body, allowing it...