At the very instant those chunks of vivid red flesh shattered.
Jiang Ding seemed to sense something and cast his gaze into the distant Cosmic Starry Sky. Separated by tens of millions of miles, he saw a scene.
In the cold starry sky, atop an asteroid.
An old man with withered yellow hair tangled into matted clumps lay on the ground. A golden, blazing flying sword had pierced down through his chest, nailing him firmly to the asteroid and leaving him utterly unable to move.
Yet strangely, even so, it did not prevent him from using a trace of Void Refinement essence to transform spiritual qi from the chaos of the void, replenishing and repairing himself.
This scene had already lasted for over a thousand years!
This old man had been imprisoned here for a thousand years, unable to move in the slightest. Day and night, he was tormented by that terrifying, blazing Destruction Sword Qi. His soul and flesh were scorched; he could neither live nor die, howling endlessly day and night, his hatred driving him nearly mad.
But at this moment, as though it had sensed some kind of aura, the golden blazing flying sword embedded in the old man's chest slowly dissipated, collapsing into nothingness.
My gift, for you, Sword Pavilion Sword Son.
Such a final whisper echoed through the void, a reverberation of mana from a thousand years ago.
The wound in the old man's pierced chest healed in the blink of an eye.
"Roar!"
He stood up, his eyes blood-red and crazed. After over a thousand years of uninterrupted torment by the Destructive Sword Intent, he had already fallen into utter madness, more beast than man.
"Great Sun! Great Sun!"
"Great Sun!"
The Old Man in Blood Robe shrieked miserably. As though he had sensed