Feng Qi, Mu Qing, and Mu Yan struck Jian Ji at the same time.
Jian Ji's body erupted with six colors as terrifying power surged into him.
But with a million sword spirits sharing the damage, his body wasn't torn apart by the violent force.
With each layer absorbing part of the impact, what seemed like a sure-kill attack became insignificant.
Jian Ji slowly raised his head, a twisted smile spreading across his face.
Behind him, the million sword spirit bodies released their swords, closed their eyes, and pressed their palms together in front of their chests.
One after another, sword runes appeared in the air, imprinting themselves onto the surface of the sword spirits and then transferring into Jian Ji's body.
Sword runes crawled all over Jian Ji's skin.
At the same time, the million sword spirit formation behind him started rotating, making the sky spin like a galaxy, with countless starlights flickering and crossing paths.
Right now, Feng Qi could clearly feel that Jian Ji's power had risen again.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't break through Jian Ji's defenses.
At this moment, Burning Heaven Sword bloomed with dazzling light as Jian Ji's rune-covered body suddenly moved.
With a wave of his hand, countless sword energies burst from his body, blasting Feng Qi, Mu Qing, and Mu Yan away.
While flying backward, Feng Qi's right hand raised the demon blade, which suddenly expanded and slashed down toward Jian Ji.
The demon blade grew bigger with the wind, transforming into a black mountain crushing down.
At the same time, Mu Qing swung her charged left fist, sending a storm of blood-colored fist shadows crashing down toward Jian Ji.
Mu Yan's silver spear turned into a roaring silver dragon, slamming into Jian Ji.
Faced with the attacks, Jian Ji showed no emotion. His right hand gently stroked the Burning Heaven Sword hovering by his side.
The Burning Heaven Sword dissolved and merged back into his body, transforming into a sword intent tattoo that moved across his skin, with the enhancement gem reappearing on his chest.
Jian Ji didn't move. He reached out and grabbed the descending demon blade.
The moment his right hand touched the blade, a shockwave erupted, making his fiery red hair dance wildly in the wind. Yet, his suspended body didn't budge at all.
The terrifying weight of the demon blade seemed nonexistent in front of Jian Ji, as he lifted it effortlessly.
Mu Qing's rain-like blood-colored fist shadows landed on Jian Ji's body, and the silver dragon spear nailed into the left side of his chest.
Energy ripples spread across Jian Ji's body as he withstood the attacks with nothing but his physical body.
The three, who were still flying backward, wore looks of disbelief on their faces.
"Demon Blade, I should thank you. Without you, how could I have comprehended this ultimate technique?"
Looking toward the retreating Feng Qi, Jian Ji spoke indifferently.
As his words fell, he slowly turned to look at the million sword spirit formation behind him.
"Demon Blade, watch closely. You can forge weapons with flesh and blood, but I can do even better. You weren't as good as me in the past, and you're even worse now."
With those words, Jian Ji raised his hand and grabbed toward the million sword spirit formation.
The sword spirit formation began to spin faster.
Jian Ji's hand slowly clenched, shrinking the million sword spirits.
In the end, the million sword spirits condensed into a small formation that floated in Jian Ji's palm, shining like a miniature sun, containing endless energy.
Jian Ji slammed the formation into his chest.
Boom!
A terrifying hurricane erupted with Jian Ji at its center, enveloping the entire north district of Winterfell. Crisscrossing sword energies plowed the ground flat.
Through the blinding light, they could see the sword spirit formation spreading outward from the enhancement gem on Jian Ji's chest.
Eventually, the million sword spirit formation was branded onto Jian Ji's chest.
At this moment, Jian Ji had become the core of the formation, completing the integration of the million sword spirits into his body.
His pure white eyes turned gold.
It was as if he had taken a step toward becoming a god. His very life form underwent a tremendous change.
His fiery red hair turned golden, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion. Just meeting his gaze felt like being pierced by countless sword edges.
Jian Ji raised his right hand high, slowly curling his fingers into a fist.
A sword energy domain instantly expanded across the north district of Winterfell with him at the center, and the rising sword intent seemed to tear the entire world apart.
Countless sword energies gathered under Jian Ji's will, forming a towering golden giant sword that fell toward Feng Qi and the others.
"I'll do it!"
Mu Qing stepped forward, spreading her arms wide.
Roar!
With her power surging, she started losing control of her emotions. The crimson phantom behind her roared toward the sky.
Even before the golden giant sword got close, the sweeping winds had already struck.
Mu Qing transformed into two massive blood-colored arms, lifting them up to block the golden giant sword.
Boom!
The ground beneath her feet collapsed again as she was instantly forced to bend under the crushing pressure.
At this moment, Feng Qi, whose mind was in chaos, instinctively sensed the approaching danger like a wild beast. He didn't retreat but crossed his dual blades in front of his chest, twisted his body to gather strength, and then slashed fiercely toward the sky.
Both the ghost blade and the demon blade clashed with the golden giant sword.
The pressure from the golden giant sword caused blood mist to burst from Feng Qi's body, making him tremble uncontrollably under the force.
"Hahahahaha!"
Despite the crushing pressure, Feng Qi let out a crazed laugh and began pushing back against it with all his strength.
Mu Yan faced the same situation.
As her silver dragon spear clashed with the golden giant sword, her body flickered between solid and illusionary, looking like she could shatter at any moment.
The three of them working together could barely withstand what seemed like an effortless strike from Jian Ji.
When sword runes began appearing on the surface of the golden giant sword, the pressure kept increasing.
At this moment, only Mu Qing's body had any strength left. Under the overwhelming pressure, her power kept rising, while Feng Qi and Mu Yan had already reached their limits.
Just then, the ghost blade in Feng Qi's hand started to tremble.
Crack!
Without any physical support, the ghost blade was the first to give out, shattering under the pressure. The negative energy was completely drained, and Feng Qi's Asura Evil Ghost form ended. His left side was once again devoured by the blade armor.
Losing the Asura Evil Ghost form, Feng Qi's mind cleared.
Looking up at the golden giant sword still bearing down on them, Feng Qi finally realized just how powerful Jian Ji really was.
No wonder Old Mist had died in the previous timeline.
With how cautious Old Mist had always been, even he must have underestimated Jian Ji's full power when he went all out.
This guy's strength far surpassed what he had imagined.
"I'll open a path for us—kill!"
At that moment, Mu Yan's voice rang out.
Feng Qi turned his head toward her and saw Mu Yan's body was nearly transparent.
Her eyes were filled with determination as she retracted the Silver Dragon Spear, her body transforming into a sphere of light and crashing toward the golden giant sword.
The crushing pressure above their heads suddenly lightened.
The golden sphere tore through the golden giant sword like an unstoppable force, splitting the blade apart and closing in on Jian Ji at high speed.
In the blink of an eye, the golden giant sword shattered, and the golden sphere collided with Jian Ji's sword fingers.
Boom!
A spatial rift appeared in the sky, growing wider with the impact.
As the black hole expanded, countless black cracks spread out, as if the collision's force was pushing the world toward collapse.
Jian Ji's body was covered in blood lines.
His once calm expression turned twisted.
Slowly, he pushed his right hand forward, compressing the glowing sphere that Mu Yan had transformed into until it finally extinguished in his palm.
Looking up at the sky, Feng Qi could no longer sense Mu Yan's energy.
Seeing this, Mu Qing didn't say a word. Her aura surged even higher.
Rage completely ignited Mu Qing's emotions.
Her body turned entirely crimson. With a wave of her hand, three blood-red claw marks ripped through space, shredding the sword energy scattering across the sky.
At this moment, Mu Qing's eyes had lost all color, like a demon corrupted by pure evil.
She vanished in an instant, reappearing beside Jian Ji. Her crimson-covered right arm whipped down like a monstrous whip at a bizarre angle.
Boom!
Jian Ji caught the blood whip with one hand, then raised his other hand and tapped Mu Qing on the forehead.
The wind howled as Mu Qing let out a painful scream.
Seeing this, Feng Qi grew anxious.
His Asura Evil Ghost form had just ended, and his body was still in the middle of rapid recovery, leaving him barely able to muster any strength.
At that moment, he thought of tapping into his innate abilities.
During the God Ascension Challenge, the demon blade had forbidden him from using his innate abilities, forcing him to focus solely on the training.
But now, at this critical moment, he had no reason to hold back.
Letting out a sky-shaking roar, Feng Qi activated the Blood God Form.
His heart pounded like an engine with the pedal slammed down, pumping blood energy through his entire body at extreme speed.
The surging blood energy burst through his pores, enveloping him in a blood sphere.
His body rapidly expanded—three meters, four meters, five meters… twelve meters.
This was the first time the boost from his Blood God Form had surpassed what he achieved in the main timeline.
Dark red markings emerged on his chest, intertwining with the Purple Soul markings to form a ferocious and domineering tattoo.
The tattoo continued to spread, covering his shoulders and extending down both arms like flaming gauntlets.
A dark red, phantom single horn appeared on his head.
As his eyes snapped open, dark red flames burst out, and six phantom gems spun behind him.
At the same time, a ferocious blood dragon phantom appeared above him.
The power of the Blood Dragon Soul also activated at this moment.
With multiple abilities active at once, Feng Qi could clearly feel that his body was on the verge of collapse, ready to explode at any moment.
But he no longer cared.
"Brother Blade!"
The demon blade, floating in midair, flew into his right hand, growing larger in an instant.
But the moment he gripped the demon blade, Feng Qi felt something was off.
The combat momentum and willpower honed through his training in the main timeline were not syncing with the borrowed power, creating a disconnect between him and the demon blade.
Realizing something was wrong, Feng Qi didn't have time to think it over. He prepared to charge at Jian Ji with the blade in hand.
That was when the demon blade's aged voice echoed in his mind.
"Wait!"
As the words fell, the demon blade in Feng Qi's hand suddenly melted, transforming into a black, flame-covered gauntlet on his right hand.
When the transformation finished, the demon blade's voice sounded again.
"This is the weapon form that best suits you right now!"
At that moment, Feng Qi could feel the blade momentum flames in his chest merging with the fist momentum flames.
The overwhelming power made him feel like he could rip apart the sky and the earth with a single swing, like a god holding dominion over all things.
The sense of disconnect with the demon blade vanished completely.
Without a moment of hesitation, Feng Qi leapt up, charging straight toward Jian Ji.
Under Jian Ji's crushing pressure, Mu Qing's body continued to bear the mounting strain. Yet, in her berserk state, her strength only kept climbing.
The crimson phantom above her became even more solid.
Feng Qi arrived just then, his clenched right fist slamming toward Jian Ji.
Clearly sensing the danger, Jian Ji shifted the hand that had been pressed against Mu Qing's forehead to meet Feng Qi's punch.
Boom!
Surging blade energy burst from Feng Qi's fist, colliding with Jian Ji's tidal wave of sword energy.
Returning to this familiar fighting rhythm, Feng Qi felt the wild instincts sleeping within him fully awaken.
This time, he pulled his right hand back and followed through with his left.
His fists alternated in rapid succession, filling the air with countless fist shadows, each punch carrying both fist intent and blade intent.
Under his relentless onslaught, Jian Ji's body showed more and more blood lines, clearly nearing his physical limit.
"Hahahaha! Demon Blade, you never disappoint. You really do know how to find the right host."
As Jian Ji spoke, he pressed both hands forward.
The enhancement gem on his chest shimmered as his outstretched arms transformed into two razor-sharp divine swords, clashing head-on with the fists of Feng Qi and Mu Qing.
The sky, unable to bear the strain, shattered into countless transparent fragments, forming a massive vortex of chaotic spatial currents.
Facing Feng Qi and Mu Qing going all out, Jian Ji still seemed to have strength to spare.
Even though blood mist drifted from his body, he continued pressing down on Feng Qi and Mu Qing, forcing them toward the ground.
Boom!
When they crashed down, both Feng Qi and Mu Qing were instantly smashed into the earth.
Jian Ji lightly stomped his foot, and the shattered Sword Qi domain reappeared, blanketing the entire area.
Countless Sword Qi streams gathered toward his raised right hand, forming a golden longsword.
Just then, Feng Qi and Mu Qing leaped up from the ground together, throwing punches at Jian Ji.
With a casual wave of his hand, the golden longsword shot toward Feng Qi, piercing through his blood-and-flesh defenses and taking his body with it, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
After being hurled several kilometers away, Feng Qi let out a furious roar, grabbing the golden energy sword with his right hand.
His power surged higher and higher as he tried to crush the golden energy sword.
The power of the demon blade coiled around his right hand, wrapping around the golden greatsword, tightening with every motion.
Roar!
With a bellow, he crushed the golden energy sword in his grip.
Feng Qi twisted his body mid-air and landed, but the lingering momentum from the golden sword still pushed him back several hundred meters before he could steady himself.
As soon as he stabilized, Feng Qi leaned forward, the ground under his feet collapsing inward as he vanished again, turning into a blood-red streak charging at Jian Ji.
When he reappeared in front of Jian Ji, he saw Jian Ji grabbing Mu Qing by the head and slamming her into the ground.
Before Jian Ji could make another move, Feng Qi's right fist struck out.
A giant energy blood dragon surged from his fist, roaring as it charged forward. The blood dragon looked incredibly lifelike, each of its scales shimmering with blade energy.
When the blood dragon collided with Jian Ji's fingers, it pushed him back a few meters.
But after retreating just over ten meters, Jian Ji reached out with his left hand, slicing through the blood dragon and shattering it into countless blood-red sparks.
Even after putting everything into that strike, Feng Qi still couldn't inflict any real damage on Jian Ji.
Jian Ji's strength was utterly hopeless.
Yet, the flame of fighting spirit in Feng Qi's heart burned even hotter.
He clenched his right fist, black flames intertwining with dark red flames.
Mu Qing, having recovered, struck first.
Crimson energy had completely wrapped around her body, massively boosting her power. She suddenly slammed her right fist into Jian Ji's right shoulder.
The crimson energy seeped into Jian Ji's body, then transferred to the compressed Million Sword Spirit Array on his chest.
The crimson energy surrounding Mu Qing spread like tentacles toward Jian Ji, trying to completely wrap around and devour him.
Jian Ji responded by tapping several times with his fingers, sending golden Sword Qi piercing through Mu Qing's body.
He then slammed his palm into her, blasting her away.
However, the crimson energy wrapped around Mu Qing suddenly contracted. Her body rapidly regenerated as the energy flowed, and as she landed, she stabbed both hands into the ground, dragging through the earth and kicking up dust as she slid back.
Stabilizing her body, Mu Qing lunged again.
By now, Feng Qi had already closed in on Jian Ji.
The blood core in his heart and the dark core on his back both lit up, and his right arm, wreathed in dark red and black energy, looked like a giant battle axe, chopping down toward Jian Ji.
This strike carried all of Feng Qi's strength, tearing open a deep spatial crack as it fell.
Jian Ji remained unmoved, slamming both palms toward Feng Qi.
Boom!
Feng Qi was blasted away again, coughing up blood as he tumbled through the air.
But this time, Jian Ji was also affected. More blood mist drifted from his body, showing that his strain was building up.
Even with the Million Sword Spirits inside him helping to absorb damage, that defense had its limits.
With each injury he took, the Million Sword Spirits suffered with him, giving Feng Qi hope that Jian Ji could be defeated.
As he landed, Feng Qi spat out more blood.
Though this sacrificial body was far stronger than in the main timeline, its compatibility with his innate abilities was much worse.
Opening multiple innate abilities at once pushed his body to the brink of collapse.
But Feng Qi ignored his condition entirely. As soon as he steadied himself, he pounced at Jian Ji like a wild beast hunting its prey.
The fight quickly reached a stalemate.
Jian Ji couldn't kill Feng Qi and Mu Qing, who had terrifying self-healing bodies, but Feng Qi and Mu Qing couldn't break through Jian Ji's defense, reinforced by the Million Sword Spirits.
Any wounds that appeared on Jian Ji vanished instantly.
It seemed that only by continuing to press him, pushing his body past the breaking point, could they hope to defeat him.
The entire northern district of Winter City had been reduced to ruins by their battle.
The terrifying shockwaves stirred violent storms, affecting the other three districts of Winter City to varying degrees.
It was as if a massive earthquake had struck the whole city. Buildings and infrastructure crumbled on a massive scale, and even the sky was riddled with spatial rifts.
The devastating force even scattered the heavy snow, turning the perpetually snowy Winter City into a forbidden land of wind and ice.
The intense battle had pushed Feng Qi's body past its limit.
Mu Qing, on the other hand, was still growing stronger as the fight continued, but Feng Qi was already burning through the last of his strength.
Yet he refused to stop.
He had already resolved to stake his life on this fight. No matter what, he had to bring down Jian Ji.
Looking over at Mu Qing, who had been sent flying again, Feng Qi knew that while her strength was still rising, it wouldn't last forever. If this continued, she too would lose the ability to fight.
Now, it was a race to see who would reach their breaking point first.
Feng Qi and Mu Qing relied on their regeneration to keep fighting, while Jian Ji used the Million Sword Spirits to share the damage, but his body was under constant extreme pressure.
The fight raged on.
Feng Qi could feel his attacks getting weaker.
Looking toward Mu Qing, she too seemed to have hit her limit. The crimson energy around her began to fade, and the confusion in her eyes gradually cleared.
Only Jian Ji's strength remained steady, though he could no longer maintain his earlier composure.
His breathing grew heavy, and more blood mist drifted from his body.
When Feng Qi's fist, burning with black and dark red flames, collided with Jian Ji's sword fingers, he gritted his teeth and pushed, trying to force his fist forward by another inch.
But just then, Jian Ji suddenly shifted from sword fingers to an open palm, grabbing his fist.
"Demon… Blade, I can feel your weakness. Are you trying to run again?"
Hearing this, Feng Qi felt the blood in his body start to boil. It was obvious that the Demon Blade had been provoked. He forced his right fist forward again.
"If you're planning to run… cough cough... better run now while you still have a chance."
Jian Ji's mocking words carried a taunting smile.
"Kill!"
The Demon Blade's roar echoed in Feng Qi's mind as his fist pushed forward again.
At that moment, the Sword Spirit Array on Jian Ji's chest suddenly lit up, and Jian Ji powered up.
The Sword Spirit Array slowly shifted from his chest to his right arm, turning it golden and radiant. The terrifying sword intent even pierced into Feng Qi's spiritual sea.
When Jian Ji's right arm fully turned golden, Feng Qi felt as if his right fist was about to be crushed, with terrifying energy pouring into his body through his arm.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound rang out as cracks appeared on the metallic gauntlet formed by the Demon Blade.
The cracks spread rapidly.
With the power of the Million Sword Spirits and the reinforced gemstone, Jian Ji's right arm had become like a divine weapon, completely overpowering the Demon Blade.
Feng Qi tried to pull his hand back but found himself completely unable to break free from Jian Ji's grip.
At that moment, Mu Qing launched an attack from behind, smashing Jian Ji into the ground with a vicious downward whip kick.
But Jian Ji's grip on the Demon Blade didn't loosen. Instead, he dragged Feng Qi down with him into the ground.
Mu Qing's heavy punches rained down on Jian Ji's body, but Jian Ji remained unmoved, continuing to crush Feng Qi with increasing force.
The gauntlet formed by the Demon Blade was already covered in cracks, just one step away from completely shattering.
Feng Qi could feel his strength draining rapidly.
The Demon Blade had long since fused with his bloodline, becoming a part of his body. Most of his power came from the Demon Blade.
Now that the Demon Blade was on the verge of breaking, his power was retreating like a receding tide.
The blade armor dissolved, and a stinging pain swept through Feng Qi's entire body as Sword Qi carved marks all over his skin.
The intense pain even forced him out of his Blood God Form, causing his blood to flow back to his heart.
At that moment, he heard Mu Qing's voice in his ear:
"Qi-ge, hold on!"
As soon as the words fell, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm as Mu Qing forcibly tore it off.
The next thing he felt was a massive force wrapping around him, launching him upward, blasting him through layers of shattered rock and out of the ground.
When he hit the ground again, Feng Qi realized his right arm was gone.
But he ignored the pain, struggling to his feet as he looked down toward the massive crater ahead.
Though his right arm was gone, his connection to the Demon Blade hadn't been severed.
He could still feel that the Demon Blade was at its limit, on the verge of shattering under Jian Ji's continued pressure.
Just then, he noticed the Demon Blade breaking free from Jian Ji's grip.
Countless shattered fragments floated up from the crater, reassembling in mid-air into the Demon Blade, now hovering in front of him.
However, the Demon Blade was now covered in cracks, and its burning black flames had completely vanished.
At the same time, the seed of life within Feng Qi's heart squeezed out its last bit of vitality, flowing toward his right arm.
As the illusory life vines spread, his lost right arm slowly regenerated.
Yet his gaze remained fixed on the crater.
Mu Qing and Jian Ji were still fighting underground, and without his support, Mu Qing was in grave danger.
Just as Feng Qi grasped the Demon Blade with his newly grown right hand, preparing to jump back down to help Mu Qing, a golden light flashed from below.
He then saw Jian Ji appear in front of him, clutching Mu Qing by the neck.
But Mu Qing didn't yield. She swung her right arm and punched Jian Ji's left chest with all her might.
Her body followed the momentum, retreating quickly.
Blood sprayed from her neck, but the wound healed in less than a second.
As she landed, Mu Qing's body wobbled, almost collapsing.
Jian Ji paid her no mind. His gaze locked onto Feng Qi.
To Jian Ji, the Demon Blade was his true enemy.
He had thought that after mastering the Million Sword Spirit Array, he could easily suppress and destroy the Demon Blade.
But this battle had completely defied his expectations.
The new host of the Demon Blade was far stronger than he had imagined, and this kind of growth was a future threat he could not ignore.
The Sword Spirit Array on Jian Ji's chest began to spin again, gathering the surrounding sword energy from the heavens and earth as his white hair flowed in the wind.
The terrifying sword intent seemed to freeze time itself.
Feng Qi was completely locked in place by the sword intent, unable to move.
Without the protection of the blade armor or the Blood God Form, his body was slashed all over by sword energy, leaving blood streaks.
"It's over… Demon Blade!"
As Jian Ji's figure vanished, golden light filled Feng Qi's vision.
But just then, a crimson figure reappeared in front of him, crashing forward like a tidal wave, shielding him from the incoming golden energy.
The shockwave blew Feng Qi away.
That's when he saw clearly what had happened.
Mu Qing now stood where he had just been, clashing fists with the golden energy sword.
But she was already at her limit, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The golden energy slowly pushed forward, until—under Feng Qi's horrified gaze—it pierced through Mu Qing's chest.
Yet in that moment, Mu Qing bit down, shattering the golden energy sword with her teeth.
As her body was thrown backward, Mu Qing twisted in midair and landed right in front of him, grabbing his arm.
"Qi-ge, go!"
As she shouted, Mu Qing used all her strength and hurled him away with a fierce throw.
In Feng Qi's rapidly shrinking field of vision, he saw Mu Qing charging toward Jian Ji once again.
In the final glimpse he caught, Mu Qing's body was once again pierced by the energy sword thrust out by Jian Ji. Yet, she showed no expression, gripping Jian Ji's hands tightly, trying to buy more time for him.
Seeing this, Feng Qi trembled uncontrollably inside.
The wind howled in his ears, and endless rage burned in his chest.
He knew he had lost.
The Demon Blade was broken. His blood and energy were nearly drained. He had nothing left to fight Jian Ji.
Even if he tried to run, he wouldn't escape Jian Ji's pursuit. With Jian Ji's current strength, he could catch him in an instant.
At this moment, all Feng Qi wanted was to squeeze out the last bit of his power and unleash his fury upon Jian Ji.
Just as Feng Qi was about to burn the last of his blood and life force to make a desperate final stand, the voice of his negative consciousness echoed in his mind.
"We haven't lost yet... there's a demon sleeping inside you, a power purer and more extreme than mine."
"If you die, I die too... why not try waking the demon inside you... I'll try to help you control it."
Hearing the weak voice of his negative consciousness, Feng Qi suddenly understood what it was planning.
Gritting his teeth, he nodded.
"Let's do it!"
Crack!
The ocean of suppressed negative emotions, built up from countless timelines, broke through the seal in his heart.
In an instant, Feng Qi felt his mind flooded by negative consciousness.
Countless whispers of pain intertwined in his mind.
At the same time, the Demon Blade in his hand trembled violently under the surge of negative energy.
Gray energy burst out from his spiritual sea, enveloping his entire body.
This wasn't like borrowing another personality under the Asura Evil Ghost form—it was the true awakening of Feng Qi's own negative persona, an embodiment of pure evil stirring awake in his mind.
The negative consciousness acted as the core carrier of this negative persona's power.
Even the Demon Blade was not spared, getting completely shrouded in the power of negative emotion.
But this time, the negative emotion didn't replicate the Demon Blade's shape. Instead, it transformed it completely into a weapon suited to itself—a gray Ghost Blade with a real, solid form.
Feng Qi's flesh and blood body was also consumed by the negative emotion, turning semi-transparent, flickering between reality and illusion, with gray mist-like energy swirling around him like smoke.
As more negative energy surged out from within, a demonic king, born to destroy all life, was emerging.
His primary consciousness was fully suppressed by the negative persona.
Yet, Feng Qi's burning rage had been passed to the negative persona.
From the moment of its birth, that rage had twisted its very will.
Just then, a golden light burst across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, Jian Ji appeared in front of Feng Qi.
Even before getting close, Jian Ji sensed something was terribly wrong.
He had never felt such pure, extreme evil before. It was far beyond the wickedness Feng Qi had shown when he first activated his Asura Evil Ghost form.
It felt like the lifeform before him was the embodiment of all evil thoughts in existence.
Before even closing the distance, Jian Ji found himself retching, feeling his spirit corroded by the overwhelming negative energy.
His emotions spiraled into despair, hopelessness... all kinds of negativity wrapping around him, drowning his killing intent like a receding tide.
"So tired... why do I even want to live?"
Jian Ji was startled by the sudden thought in his mind.
He was horrified to realize that he had actually contemplated ending himself just now.
Staring at the misty, gray energy-cloaked figure of pure evil, Jian Ji retched again.
He realized his spirit was being polluted.
Determined not to let this continue, Jian Ji forced himself to endure and slashed toward Feng Qi, trying to end the battle.
At the same time, the negative persona-controlled Feng Qi moved.
The Ghost Blade instantly clashed with Jian Ji's golden energy sword.
But there was no expected energy explosion.
The Ghost Blade didn't cut through the reinforced golden energy sword. Instead, it shattered on its own, reformed, and then swept across Jian Ji's neck in a sudden move.
Instantly, a terrifying surge of negative energy poured into Jian Ji's spiritual sea.
Feng Qi raised his head at this moment, a crazed grin spreading across his face.
Meanwhile, Jian Ji was horrified to find the world before him rapidly losing all color, turning into pure gray as if everything was withering away.
Darkness surged in from all directions, quickly devouring the world around him.
When darkness fully swallowed his vision, countless desperate screams echoed in his mind.
Despair, rage, fear... waves of negative emotions crashed over him.
Fear took root in Jian Ji's heart.
Wrapped in these negative emotions, Jian Ji felt like a lone boat on a dark ocean, about to be swallowed at any moment.
It didn't take long before Jian Ji let out a tortured wail.
At this moment, he truly experienced something worse than death.
In this mental domain of negative emotion, he had no control over life or death. He could only struggle endlessly in a cycle of unbearable pain, sinking deeper and deeper.
Taihang had once suffered a similar fate, taking decades to recover from the spiritual trauma.
But this was different.
The demon sealed deep in Feng Qi's heart had broken free.
It possessed negative energy far beyond what the negative persona alone could wield.
Under this overwhelming flood of negativity, Jian Ji completely fell into endless despair.
He could neither live nor die.
Only Jian Ji's agonized howls echoed through the dark, negativity-drenched domain.
At that moment, the crazed laughter of negative Feng Qi exploded in Jian Ji's mind:
"Welcome... to my hell!"