At that moment, the cry of swords pierced straight into the Netherworld.
Yet because of the Netherworld's sheer scale and its special status, the sword cry that had originally been enough to affect the entire Light Sea weakened considerably upon entering the Netherworld.
But this weakening was only relative to the Dao Lord level.
Even weakened, such Dao Lord-level might was still a dimensional strike against Golden Core True Lords. No matter how powerful a True Lord was, the outcome would still be sudden death!
As the sword cry descended, it was about to slay Sky Soaring outright.
In an instant, the space around Sky Soaring abruptly turned illusory. His figure left behind a blurred Residual Shadow along his path toward the Netherworld's core.
This Residual Shadow was severed from Sky Soaring himself. It was a tiny instant from the moment of his final leap, yet it had now been carved out of thin air, forming a brand-new history. Like a scroll of painting, it swallowed every sword cry, and both vanished without a trace.
And that was not all.
As Sky Soaring drew closer and closer to the Netherworld's core, new instants of time were continuously carved out of thin air by a great power along his path.
Every segment of time was a painted scroll.
Countless scrolls fitted together, firmly sheltering Sky Soaring at their center. Layer upon layer, they stood like city walls, blocking all outside forces for him.
Yet the strange phenomena had not ended.
Just as these scrolls of time emerged, the sword cries suddenly rose several times louder, attacking from every direction in an attempt to breach their defenses.
Unfortunately, time was infinite and could be divided without end. No matter how impassioned the sword cries became, scrolls of time continued to emerge in