"Have you taken the Seventh Step of Nirvana?"
"That is precisely what I wished to ask Seven Kill Fellow Daoist about. Please enlighten me."
Jiang Ding smiled gently.
Clang!
The sword cry fell like the sound of a mountain spring, drop by drop.
Within this stretch of heaven and earth, matter, time, rules, spiritual energy—everything, absolutely everything—began to flow more slowly. Even mortal naked eyes could see it clearly. All matter continuously thinned, thinned without end, even... including the body of the Seven Kill Dao Child!
The Seven Kill Dao Child watched in terror as the thickness of his palm steadily diminished, black specks even appearing upon it.
Those black specks rapidly multiplied, spreading across every part of his body.
There was no way to resist!
"You are going to die."
"Seven Kill Fellow Daoist."
Jiang Ding said indifferently, "You failed to tell me whether this is the Seventh Step Limit. That is regrettable."
"In the end, you are merely an ordinary Dao Child, unable to become a stairway to heaven."
"How could such a weak creature dare slaughter the countless hundreds of millions of living beings beneath heaven and earth, refining them into banner flags?"
"Weak and evil—such creatures truly deserve to die, deserve to be exterminated."
His voice was filled with boundless disappointment.
Such an opponent should never have been an opponent at all. This battle was far too dull.
It seemed incomparably slow, yet also incomparably swift. This heaven and earth quickly congealed, everything within racing toward the form of an ink-wash painting.
Within a painting scroll that was taking shape, a Dao Child and his banner flag that blotted out the sky and covered the earth struggled and roared. He even burned his essence blood and divine soul, roaring as he unleashed formations that shook the