Jiang Ding did not know how long it was before he regained consciousness.
"The Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, indestructibility... soon..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
A strand of Blue Gold Sword Qi appeared at his fingertips.
This Sword Qi looked straight and razor-sharp, but every part of its sword body had actually undergone minute adjustments, secretly conforming to heaven and earth in all directions. It could draw trace amounts of spiritual qi from the world, prolonging its own existence.
It could now remain undying for three days.
It was not that he could not break through, nor that he could not comprehend it. Rather, the foundation of the Golden Core Peak was too fragile to bear the existence of the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao at all.
Indestructible Sword Intent was too sharp; it would split apart both his divine soul and dantian.
At least, the indestructibility of Sword Qi as he currently understood it could not. Perhaps after countless years, when it returned to simplicity and truth, it might be possible.
"Indestructibility..."
"The Horned Demon Imperial Son's ten-zhang Unbreakable Space was also extremely strong, integrating offense and defense. I shattered it many times, but so long as the Imperial Son did not die, that ten-zhang space remained indestructible. The moment my flying sword left, it immediately recovered. It could be called indestructible, and it was equally powerful."
"If the Imperial Son had been any stronger, my flying sword would have been unable to break through his defenses with a single strike."
Jiang Ding sank into thought.
"Are there even more powerful Imperial Sons among the Horned Demon Tribe?"
"If there are, they will certainly be formidable Dao Sons—peerlessly sharp in attack, with no blind spots in defense. They could be called perfect lifeforms, without a single shortcoming."
"And that Unknown