At the same time, he was secretly consuming the inheritances of others bit by bit, transforming their legacies into powers he could wield.
Suddenly turning back, Xue Dili abruptly realized that he was truly an "evil cultivator." He virtually possessed no power of his own; all along, he had fought by mastering the forces of others.
He was like a Gundam pilot; power was not within himself, but in the Treasure, rituals, and authority he controlled.
He had never felt anything wrong before, as if it was always proper to take without concern over whether this power was external or truly his own.
Perhaps it was because he previously never had time to fuss over such matters, when hesitating for even a second could mean someone dying right before him. All he could do was exploit every ounce of power, regardless of its origin, as long as it didn't distort him.
Until now, the only thing he loathed might just be the power of the Divine Tree.
