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

The surrounding crowd held their breath, watching Ye Yunjian with bated breath. Lin Yao's hand trembled slightly; she wanted to touch him but dared not, and could only stand silently to the side. Nie Hanshan gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles white, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Gu Ling turned pale with fright and hid behind Fairy Qingyu, trembling.

Suddenly, Ye Yunjian's body began to tremble violently, as if he were experiencing a terrible storm.

The power within him grew increasingly violent, seemingly poised to break free of his control and devour him completely at any moment.

Seeing this, everyone felt a pang of anxiety and wanted to help, but they didn't know how to proceed.

"Sword Containment!" Lin Yao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her voice trembling slightly.

Ye Yunjian's body trembled even more violently, and his face became even paler, as if he might faint at any moment.

Just when everyone thought the situation was about to get out of control, Ye Yunjian suddenly opened his eyes. He took a deep breath, mobilized all his spiritual power, and forcibly suppressed the violent force.

"Hoo..." Ye Yunjian let out a long breath, his trembling gradually subsided, and his face regained some color.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But they knew this was only a temporary calm; the danger was not truly over.

Ye Yunjian's power still exists and could erupt again at any time.

"How are you feeling?" Lin Yao asked with concern.

Ye Yunjian shook his head and weakly uttered two words: "Not good..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt an even stronger force surge from within his body, impacting his meridians and plunging him into pain once again.

"Not good!" Elder Xuanfeng's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "This power is too strong; he probably can't control it!"

Lin Yao gently grasped Ye Yunjian's hand; the soft touch felt like a clear stream flowing into his restless heart.

The concern and tenderness in her eyes illuminated his gloomy world like the warm spring sun.

Ye Yunjian felt her concern, his tense nerves relaxed slightly, and a warm current surged in his heart, dispelling some of his fear and unease.

The tense atmosphere eased slightly, and everyone's furrowed brows relaxed a little.

Under Lin Yao's gentle gaze and the encouraging looks of everyone, Ye Yunjian slowly closed his eyes and began to calm his mind and introspect on his body.

His consciousness sank into his dantian, carefully observing the fragment of the bead that had merged into his body.

The once violent power now appeared unusually calm, flowing gently through his body like a tranquil stream.

To his surprise, he discovered that the power of the bead and his own spiritual power began to merge, each containing the other, gradually forming a completely new power.

This power possesses both the ancient mystery inherent in the beads and the pure, refined essence of its own spiritual power.

Ye Yunjian was overjoyed and tried to guide this power through his meridians.

At first, this force resisted somewhat, but as he continued to guide and control it, it gradually became compliant, moving within him like an obedient child.

He even felt that his spiritual power had become purer and stronger after merging with the power of the bead fragments.

He slowly opened his eyes, a confident smile on his face, and an unprecedented sense of power surged within him.

Everyone was happy for Ye Yunjian when they saw the changes in him.

A relieved smile appeared on Lin Yao's face. Nie Hanshan patted her shoulder heavily, and Gu Ling also peeked out from behind Fairy Qingyu, her face showing a timid yet excited expression.

Just when Ye Yunjian thought everything was under control, some unfamiliar images suddenly appeared in his mind.

On the ancient battlefield, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers; mysterious spells danced in the air, emitting dazzling light; bizarre creatures roared deafeningly…

These images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, making him feel dizzy and confused.

He frowned, trying to see these scenes clearly, but found them to be like dreamlike bubbles, ethereal and elusive.

"I... saw it..." Ye Yunjian murmured to himself. "I... saw it..." Ye Yunjian murmured to himself, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

His consciousness seemed to be sucked into a huge vortex, and everything around him became blurry.

Only the fragmented images in his mind, like sharp shards, pierced his nerves again and again.

On the ancient battlefield, the blood-red sunset illuminated the mountains of corpses, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, almost suffocating him.

He could almost hear the wails of the dead and feel the cold touch of swords piercing flesh.

Then, the scene shifted, and mysterious magic intertwined in the air to form a dazzling net of light, the bright light stinging his eyes.

The bizarre creature let out a deafening roar, as if it were about to tear his eardrums apart.

Ye Yunjian frowned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He tried hard to grasp a clue from these scenes, to understand the message they conveyed.

However, these scenes are like dreams and illusions, ethereal and elusive.

He felt as if he were groping in an endless darkness, unable to find his way or see the end.

The wheel of fate seemed to be cruelly mocking him, pushing him into an unknown abyss.

The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, eerily silent.

Lin Yao, Nie Hanshan, Gu Ling, and the others watched Ye Yunjian nervously, not daring to utter a sound.

They could feel the intense pressure emanating from Ye Yunjian, as well as the anxiety and unease surging deep within him.

Fairy Qingyu gently held Ziling's hand, signaling her to be quiet.

Elder Xuanfeng and Lingxuzi stood silently to the side, their brows furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.

Ye Yunjian's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his mental energy was being consumed quickly.

He felt his consciousness gradually fading, as if he would be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

Just then, he suddenly saw a familiar figure appear among the shattered scenes.

“Father…” Ye Yunjian reached out his hand, trembling, trying to grab that figure.

Ye Yunjian's consciousness drifted in chaos, the stench of the ancient battlefield seemingly lingering around his nose, making him nauseous.

He felt dizzy, as if he were a lone boat in a storm, about to capsize at any moment.

The spiritual energy within him surged uncontrollably like a wild horse, impacting his meridians and causing waves of intense pain.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and sweat soaked through his clothes, clinging tightly to his skin and creating a suffocatingly sticky feeling.