Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

Their already pale faces turned even whiter, as if they might collapse at any moment. Intense pain surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming their consciousness.

They lay on the ground, panting heavily, their eyes filled with despair.

The power of the beads far exceeded their imagination, and their struggles seemed so futile.

A dangerous aura coiled around them like a venomous snake, making them feel that death was drawing ever closer.

Just then, Lin Yao's gentle voice came, "Don't give up, we can definitely do it..."

Lin Yao's voice, like a gentle stream, flowed into Ye Yunjian's parched heart, bringing a touch of comfort.

She gently grasped Ye Yunjian's hand and said firmly, "Don't give up, we can definitely do it."

Nie Hanshan also struggled to his feet, dusted himself off, and laughed heartily, "That's right, Brother Ye, with so many of us, are we afraid of a single bead? Back in the day, I..." He began to recount his glorious past, trying to boost morale in this way.

Although his story was somewhat exaggerated, it was particularly inspiring in this context.

Gu Ling stopped trembling. He took a deep breath, a determined look flashing in his eyes: "Brother Ye, I believe in you!"

Fairy Qingyu stood up gracefully, straightened her disheveled clothes, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Ye, let's work together."

Even the timid Zi Ling clenched her fists, her eyes shining with determination: "We can definitely do it!"

The encouragement and trust from everyone flowed like a warm current throughout Ye Yunjian's body.

He held Lin Yao's hand tightly, feeling the warmth in his palm. The despair in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a powerful force.

He suddenly remembered that Dao Xuan Zhenren had once given him a magical artifact, saying it could save his life in critical moments.

"I remember now!" Ye Yunjian suddenly stood up, his eyes shining with hope. "Dao Xuan Zhenren once gave me a magic weapon that might be able to break the power of this bead!" He took out an ancient wooden box from his pocket and carefully opened it.

A jade pendant lay quietly in the box, its surface crystal clear and radiating a soft glow.

Ye Yunjian held the jade pendant in his hand, and a powerful force instantly surged into his body.

"Everyone, channel your spiritual power into this jade pendant!" Ye Yunjian shouted, raising the jade pendant high.

Without hesitation, everyone poured their spiritual energy into the jade pendant. The pendant's light grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight toward the bead.

With a loud "boom," the bead finally shattered under the immense force.

The force binding them vanished instantly, and they regained their freedom, cheering and jumping for joy, their excitement spreading.

However, just as everyone was celebrating, a strange thing happened.

The broken fragments of the bead did not dissipate; instead, they transformed into a stream of light and merged into Ye Yunjian's body.

Ye Yunjian's body emitted a strange light, which grew stronger and stronger. Everyone stared at him in astonishment. Lin Yao subconsciously reached out to touch him, "Yunjian..."

Lin Yao's hand stopped in mid-air, her fingertips only an inch away from Ye Yunjian, yet it seemed as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them.

The dazzling light was so bright that she could barely open her eyes, and could only vaguely see Ye Yunjian's figure flickering in the halo, like a mirage swaying in water.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Nie Hanshan gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white, his worry evident on his face.

Gu Ling was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hid behind Fairy Qingyu, trembling.

As the light gradually faded, Ye Yunjian's figure became clear again.

He slowly opened his eyes, but the composure he once had was replaced by bewilderment and confusion.

He looked down at his hands, then touched his chest, his brow furrowed.

He could feel a strange power coursing through his body after the bead fragments merged into him, but he couldn't control it or perceive its properties.

This sense of the unknown made him uneasy, even fearful.

"Yunjian, how are you feeling?" Lin Yao asked cautiously, her voice trembling slightly.

Ye Yunjian did not answer, but shook his head, his eyes full of struggle.

On the one hand, he was worried that the beads might bring unknown dangers, and on the other hand, he was curious about the power the beads would bring after they were integrated.

This contradictory state of mind plunged him into a deep internal struggle, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Could it be that bead that's causing this?" Elder Xuanfeng stroked his beard, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Yunjian, a hint of worry in his voice.

Ye Yunjian took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm.

He knew that now was not the time to panic; he had to figure out the source and function of this force as soon as possible.

He tried to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body, but found that the circulation of spiritual energy was much slower than before, as if it were being obstructed by something.

"I..." Ye Yunjian was about to speak when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

His expression changed drastically. He clutched his chest, staggered, and nearly fell to the ground.

"Sword Concealment!" Lin Yao exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to support him.

Ye Yunjian gritted his teeth, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He felt the power within him growing increasingly violent, as if it were about to tear him apart.

"What happened?" Nie Hanshan asked anxiously.

Ye Yunjian shook his head and weakly uttered a few words: "I...can't control myself..."

Before he could finish speaking, a powerful force suddenly erupted from his body, blasting everyone around him away...

"Sword Condensation!" Lin Yao struggled to get up, but felt weak all over.

She watched helplessly as Ye Yunjian was enveloped in a dazzling white light, her heart filled with fear and despair.

As the white light faded, Ye Yunjian's figure vanished, leaving behind only an empty plaza...

"Where...where did he go?" Zi Ling asked in a trembling voice, her eyes filled with terror.

Lin Yao stared at the empty square, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart. "I...don't know..."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the air was filled with tension.

Ye Yunjian sat cross-legged, his face as pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and soaking his clothes.

He closed his eyes tightly and frowned, as if he was in great pain.

He could clearly feel the violent power within him raging like a wild horse, crashing through his meridians and tearing at his flesh.

He clenched his teeth tightly, trying his best to suppress the force and prevent himself from groaning in pain.