That beauty was as if truth itself were on display.
On the other side, that long river surging out from the Abyss Rift Valley was still gathering without end.
The Mountain Lord's human form could no longer withstand it; just like Yu Ziqing's old rusty sword, the power it could bear had a limit.
After Yu Ziqing sensed this, a thought flashed through his mind: the Mountain Lord had always fought bare-handed, never using any Magical Treasure.
In the instant this thought arose, he saw that boundless power that was still pouring in, seemingly without edge, converging toward the Mountain Lord's hands.
That power fused and gathered without cease, swiftly taking on the shape of a two‑handed stone axe.
At the very moment that two‑handed stone axe appeared, the speed at which power gathered suddenly began to rise exponentially.
Power that even the Mountain Lord could not endure was, with the help of the Mysterious, condensed into a stone axe.
