Moreover, he has a more fatal flaw—he lacks a true understanding of "self".
Luo Wangshu's Sword Intent was like a strong light piercing through the fog, directly slashing into the core depths of the Supreme Divine Heart, as if it were an invisible sharp sword, omnipresent, exploiting every gap, slicing through bit by bit with the aid of the inherent flaws and fissures of the Supreme Divine Heart, utterly penetrating its essence, causing its will to resist to vanish like melting ice.
Suppressing, controlling, refining, the resistance of the Supreme Divine Heart grew weaker and weaker, until it was truly grasped in her hand.
The scarlet threads that originally intended to strip away her vitality and soul essence were now meekly entangled around her hand, becoming a bridge that transmitted information and connected life force.
"It really is quite a good thing."
She whispered softly, a deep gleam flashing in her eyes.
