Jiang Ding Zi Said: No Pardon

True Monarch Yinjiao's tiny Nascent Soul merged into space itself, moving at a terrifying speed—crossing a hundred li in an instant, with no sign of slowing whatsoever.

This was its ordinary speed.

The immortal Dao miracle forged by the combined wisdom of countless outstanding humans across innumerable realms and endless ages.

Nascent Soul!

Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng could burrow through the earth. Though it was merely a third-order spirit creature, most Nascent Soul Cultivators could not catch him. Human Nascent Souls, however, used space itself as earth, traveling by spatial escape!

In terms of rank, it surpassed that by far more than a single level.

What was natural could not compare to what was made by man. Such was the masterpiece of human wisdom.

Whoosh!

The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword flickered and vanished as it killed its way into space.

It did not slash space apart or pierce through it. It simply drilled into the interlayer of space, merging with it as one and racing through its depths.

At this moment, space was not an obstacle but an aid, like humans swimming and diving through water, using it to cross mountains and rivers once beyond reach.

Part of Jiang Ding's soul resided within the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword.

Looking outward now, all around him was a bright, snow-white world, incomparably vast and profound, a place where the very concept of boundaries did not exist.

Ahead, a palm-sized little man hurried frantically through it. Transparent ripples spread in rings wherever he passed. He kept looking back uneasily, clearly knowing something of his opponent.

The next instant, without any surprise, a Blue-Gold Flying Sword appeared in his pupils, speeding toward him in slaughter.

Spatial ripples streamed backward behind her. A fierce, baleful aura soared into the heavens, firmly locking onto the core