If it were the original Nine Nether Purgatory Art, fused with the Thousand Illusory Body Technique—one thousand one-armed Nether Kings kowtowing to you three times—what kind of person could withstand that?
At that thought, Chen Fei suddenly felt the urge to see the complete Nine Nether Purgatory Art.
However, obtaining a sect's foundational technique required either joining the sect or storming its mountain gates and breaking them down. Chen Fei could accomplish neither of those conditions at present.
Steadying his mind, Chen Fei continued operating the Thousand Illusory Sword Slaying Profound. Before long, a second Xuanyuan Sword phantom appeared and successfully drew in the Xuanyuan Sword's true spirit.
A third, a fourth, a fifth... In just moments, twenty Xuanyuan Sword phantoms stood before Chen Fei, every one of them inhabited by a true spirit.
But at this point, Chen Fei stopped and did not continue condensing phantoms.
It was not that Chen Fei could not form more phantoms. With the Thousand Illusory Sword Slaying Profound now at the Perfection Realm, not to mention a thousand phantoms, even a hundred posed no difficulty at all.
The reason Chen Fei stopped was that his mind and soul could no longer bear the burden.
In truth, after condensing the tenth Xuanyuan Sword phantom and having its true spirit take residence, Chen Fei had already sensed something amiss with his mind.
Like a child wielding a great saber—his own strength was insufficient, yet he held overwhelming power in his hand. It was an irreconcilable contradiction.
By the time he reached twenty Xuanyuan Sword phantoms, that sensation had reached its limit.
If Chen Fei continued condensing phantoms, the likely outcome would be that his own mind and soul would be torn apart first, shredded by the Xuanyuan Sword's tyrannical power.
When he had previously condensed