High in the sky, fierce winds howled.
Jian Chen stared at the empty void, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, as he rubbed between his brows and muttered,
"Could it be the aftereffects of the great battle with Yuan Jing?"
"Otherwise, why would I have such an illusion?"
"After all, the ancestors have said that it is impossible for anyone in this world to master the pure Yin Yang Force. In terms of the purity of the Yin Yang Force, I am considered one of the top."
"Hmm, it must be an illusion."
Having said that, Jian Chen rode his Flying Sword away.
In his view, what had just occurred couldn't possibly be real.
Within the Three Thousand Realms, it was impossible for someone's Yin Yang Force to reach Perfection, because the cultivation methods for Yin Yang Force in the Three Thousand Realms were flawed, with achieving over ninety-nine percent purity already being quite good.
As for the last bit, it was always unsuccessful.
