The Heavenly Prison Power, like a spiderweb, had ultimately failed to withstand that single sword strike and exploded apart.
The countless fine droplets of light were dark gold, like waves fading away at dusk, vanishing without a trace.
Upon the towering Phoenix Tree, branches snapped, and withered leaves scattered like funeral paper.
As that supreme Sword Might fell silent and vanished, the ten directions of space—and Phoenix Tree Heaven itself—became utterly soundless.
Su Yi's figure suddenly swayed. At the instant he was about to collapse, he instinctively thrust the Nine Hells Sword into the branch beneath his feet.
Then he clasped both hands over the hilt, barely managing to support his failing body.
Fresh blood flowed through the gaps between his interlocked fingers, ran down the hilt and blade, and dripped beneath his feet.
Su Yi gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently.
His injuries were far too severe.
His Dao body was a bloody mess, his sinews and bones shattered. His essence, energy, spirit, cultivation, both within and without, were exhausted, while his Life Origin had dimmed without a trace of light.
Neither dead nor alive, neither withered nor flourishing.
"Is this the power of a Dao Definitive? It is not impossible to break after all..."
A trace of satisfaction appeared between Su Yi's brows.
Yet his eyelids gradually grew heavy. He forced himself to hold on to one last breath, standing there quietly with his sword propping him up.
Like a silent stone statue.
Soundlessly, a strange and obscure aura emerged from the bloodstained Nine Hells Sword and flowed into Su Yi's body.
With a boom, countless bizarre and fantastical scenes appeared in Su Yi's mind.
A Swordsman walked alone, solitary and unaccompanied. With every step he took, phantoms of reincarnation emerged beneath his feet, as though he