Zheng Ming, who had forcibly calmed himself down, gained a new understanding of the still-twinkling sword before him.
It wasn't that there was a problem with the Open Heaven Mark; quite the contrary, the Open Heaven Mark was too powerful, so much so that it was difficult for one to behold.
The Dao Rhyme and Dao Patterns hidden within it could cause those who beheld it to unknowingly merge with it.
Though merging might sound beneficial, in reality, it was a form of death, a silent and unnoticed death.
Now, he could no longer think about the Open Heaven Mark, nor could he continue to observe such a mark. Otherwise, he feared he would gain nothing and have death awaiting him.
Zheng Ming naturally did not wish to die, but the thought of giving up brought much reluctance to his heart.
