Song Dragon's Desire

Within She Li's world of consciousness, this was different from Chen Cheng's void of consciousness. This was a world of blades.

Amid countless forests of blades, a Heavenly Blade hung high overhead like the sovereign of all blades.

Yet at this moment, an exceedingly tiny crack had appeared upon the Heavenly Blade's body.

The crack was so minute that it could not be noticed without a magnifying glass.

But such a tiny crack greatly affected the Heavenly Blade's power.

The blades of various types forming the forest below were continuously channeling their strength upward, trying to mend the crack in the Heavenly Blade.

However, the power they supplied was merely a cup of water against a burning cartload of fire—tangible yet without substance. At most, it could serve as a patcher's plaster.

At that moment, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in this world of blades. Then, like a balloon being blown up, that point of light rapidly swelled until it occupied the entire world.

That light caused no harm. The instant it shone upon them, all they could feel was its warmth.

A gentle, attribute-less power was sent by the light into the Heavenly Blade in the firmament. With the support of that power, the tiny crack was swiftly repaired.

With a buzzing tremor, the Heavenly Blade let out a joyful blade cry at its complete recovery.

After healing the Heavenly Blade, the light filling the entire world of consciousness began to shrivel rapidly like a punctured balloon, until it vanished completely.

Chen Cheng opened his eyes and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Healing She Li's blade wound had cost him dearly.

"Take another look and see whether there are any hidden injuries left."

Chen Cheng reminded She Li.

She Li carefully sensed himself and found that