Feeling overwhelmed with pain, Yang Immortal-Slayer said, “Yang Qi! Yang Qi! I feel like my body and mind are about to explode! The pain. It’s horrific! My body is going to fall apart. I can’t do this! I can’t! My monarch godhood can’t handle this level of power!”

“You've got to hang in there!” Yang Qi shouted, backing his words with his Unbounded will. “Get control of yourself! If your thoughts are out of control, how can you accomplish anything? Expand your heart and mind. Allow them to contain anything and everything. Give freedom to your psyche! The only one who controls the shackles of your mind is you!

“A clay jug can’t contain a sea. But if you break the jug, there’s no limit to what you can contain. The world will be yours!”

“I understand.” Yang Immortal-Slayer had started out as Yang Qi’s clone, so all it took was a few words, and their thoughts were aligned.

He opened his body and mind, ignoring his monarch godhood as he began to slough off the shackles that held him back from unbounded...