Deathly silence.
The dim yellow glow fused together, forming the shape of a Gu House. Inside the house of light, bodies lay strewn across the ground.
Nearly two hundred Gu Masters had all died tragic deaths.
Of these corpses, some were covered in scales, stiff as iron. Others had grown strange limbs with hideous faces. Some had simply self-destructed, scattering limbs and fragments everywhere.
Fang Yuan's expression was heavy as he questioned Mo Yao in his mind, "Is this the killer move you designed?"
Mo Yao argued confidently, "These Gu Masters were doomed to die. The Six-Arm Heavenly Corpse King is a Strength Path killer move with extremely high demands on the Gu Master's body. It seems that even your foundation in Strength Path can't withstand this intensity."
Fang Yuan snorted coldly in dissatisfaction. "Is this what you call an explanation? Do you think I can't see it? This killer move has too many flaws. At the start, five or six dozen died. By the middle, nearly a hundred had perished. By the end, only six or seven Gu Masters were left standing. There are at least seventeen flaws! You'd better not forget, we have an agreement."
"Hehehe." Mo Yao let out a tinkling laugh, unperturbed by the threat. "Little brother, don't be impatient. The Six-Arm Heavenly Corpse King is just a rough draft. Some flaws are to be expected. As long as we keep refining it, it'll slowly reach the ideal state."
While replying to Fang Yuan, she thought to herself, "This kid is no simpleton. He was able to detect seventeen flaws... With his Refinement Path Grandmaster attainment, he could only see eleven. It seems his Strength Path attainment is on the verge of Grandmaster level as well."
Mo Yao did not know, however, that Fang Yuan had pulled a fast one.
"I only saw seven flaws and deliberately added a ten. I wanted to bluff her. It seems the flaws in this killer move are far more than seventeen," Fang Yuan calculated in his heart.
Mo Yao was probing his depth, and Fang Yuan was probing Mo Yao's background.
The Six-Arm Heavenly Corpse King was riddled with flaws, and all the Gu Masters used for the experiment had died. But Fang Yuan was not worried; instead, he was delighted.
"Logically, Mo Yao has the realm of a Refinement Path Grandmaster. Even a rough draft of a killer move couldn't have this many flaws! It's true that Mo Yao is a Refinement Path Grandmaster, but what's here now... is just a strand of will she left behind..."
Fang Yuan's compromise was a facade. His intention to eliminate Mo Yao's will had never changed.
This test allowed him to discover a weakness of Mo Yao's will.
"Although I'm not familiar with the Wisdom Path, I spent a great deal of money to purchase a lot of valuable intelligence from Treasure Yellow Heaven. It wasn't for nothing."
"The Wisdom Path is the path of seeking wisdom. It is divided into 'Thought', 'Will', and 'Emotion'. Thought is the foundation. When mortals think, they give birth to thoughts. Many thoughts condense together to form will. Different wills intertwine to form emotion. Thoughts are like weeds—they cannot be burned away and grow back with the wind. Will changes infinitely. It can be as hard as steel, as vast as the empty sky, or as fierce as raging flames... Emotion is like water. When shallow, it's like a small stream—cut but never severed, tangled in endless knots. When deep, it's like a vast ocean—overwhelming and earth-shaking in its power."
"Of the three, emotion is the hardest to eradicate. Will comes second. Thoughts are the easiest to destroy, but also the easiest to generate. I should be grateful. What remains in my mind right now is only Mo Yao's will, not her emotions."
"When humans think, thoughts are born. Thoughts collide with each other, either annihilating or merging, eventually producing new thoughts. This is the result of thinking. And what about a strand of will? Hehehe."
Thinking of this clever point, Fang Yuan couldn't help but sneer coldly in his stomach.
It's not that randomly gathering messy thoughts together forms a will. But a will is indeed a union of countless thoughts.
Once a will contemplates a problem, it uses its own thoughts to collide, producing new thoughts and obtaining the result of thinking.
"Mo Yao is a Refinement Path Grandmaster, and her will has inherited that Grandmaster realm. But she created a killer move with so many flaws. It's not because of her limited ability, but because she's worried about her own safety and doesn't dare to think deeply." At this point, Fang Yuan had seen through the weakness of Mo Yao's will!
Even living people harm their bodies by thinking too much, let alone a remnant strand of will!
The more a will thinks, the more it consumes itself, growing weaker and weaker.
If Mo Yao were still alive, the thoughts consumed by her will would be replenished in her mind. But the situation now is—Mo Yao is dead!
Why was her will always sleeping in the Nearby Waters Pavilion, only to be startled awake when Fang Yuan arrived?
It was because a will cannot stay awake all the time. Being awake and sharp-minded means it is thinking. The more it thinks, the weaker the will becomes, eventually fading away.
Look at the Eighty-Eight True Yang Building. In this magnificent Rank Eight Immortal Gu House dwells the will of Giant Sun Immortal Venerable.
But even someone as strong as the Giant Sun Immortal Venerable—the will he left behind is currently in slumber!
Whether it is Giant Sun's will or Mo Yao's will, they are water without roots. Receiving no replenishment, they will only grow weaker.
"Although my attainment in the Wisdom Path is shallow, I have a huge advantage. That is that I am still alive! At this stage, although I cannot match Mo Yao's will, as long as I have enough time to drag this out, I will grow stronger as she weakens. The result is bound to be my victory."
Thinking up to this point, Fang Yuan stopped his train of thought on this matter.
After all, a strand of Mo Yao's will was hidden in his mind. Too much thinking meant too many thoughts. Even though he was using the Empty Thought Gu, there was no guarantee Mo Yao wouldn't find a flaw.
"Sigh..."
In the main hall, the sound of Fang Yuan's faint sigh echoed.