Fang Chen knew the secrets of the Floating Immortal Sword lay far beyond his reach.
He had comprehended One Sword Returns to Ruin only because the sword's power had brought his soul into an unprecedented state of clarity.
The road ahead was long, powerful enemies surrounded them, and the Extinction Demon Emperor's true body would soon unleash its wrath.
But for now, at least, they had won a chance to catch their breath.
"We must leave the Abyss of Annihilation at once!"
Fang Chen looked toward the chaotic void beyond the red waters, his gaze resolute.
After he had destroyed the Extinction Demon Emperor's clone with the Floating Immortal Sword, the clone had not truly vanished. It had taken on another form before the sword absorbed it.
Even now, energy poured without end from the Floating Immortal Sword into Fang Chen's body.
His strength had fully recovered and continued to rise under the energy the sword fed back to him.
Fang Chen examined himself inwardly. His cultivation had stabilized at the peak of the Nine-Revolution Immortal King's Perfection Realm, with faint signs of touching the threshold of a higher level.
His physical body had been tempered through repeated collapse and repair, growing tougher, while the natural Chaos Dao Patterns on his bones had become clearer.
His greatest gain was a sword mark deep within his soul.
It was not a real wound, but an imprint: a hazy memory of what he had touched through One Sword Returns to Ruin.
To truly understand it, let alone grasp even a sliver of it, I'll probably need countless more insights on the brink of life and death, and a great leap in my own cultivation.
Fang Chen felt no discouragement. Instead, he was full of anticipation.
The Floating Immortal Sword was like an