Heng Wuji looked utterly terrifying at this moment.
After his fist seal and physical body were split apart by the blade light, the two halves of his body continuously sprouted flesh buds, like silver needles trying to stitch his body back together.
The supreme, greatest, holiest blade intent manifested, severing the flesh buds one after another and preventing Heng Wuji's wounds from healing.
"Even an ancient immortal would not emerge unscathed if their Primordial Spirit were split apart. What kind of divine ability is this?"
Sword light flashed from Qu Shi's beautiful eyes as though she wanted to see through Heng Wuji's methods.
"During the great war between the Immortal Realm and the Jing Realm, many immortals fought while dragging wounded bodies behind them. Naturally, they had to find ways to stabilize their injuries and prevent them from affecting battle."
Heng Wuji's voice remained gentle and refined. There was not the slightest fear or unease at the prospect of death, as though life and death were as trivial to him as eating and drinking.
"In the end, divine abilities are like people—they all have limits. Forcing one last breath into you is already its limit. At most, you can launch one strike."
Jiang Chuan, who had fought through countless battles, saw through Heng Wuji's true state at once.
"You are right."
Heng Wuji nodded. "I used the Heart Dao as my foundation to create A Single Thought Creates Ten Thousand Laws. Since another person's divine ability cannot defeat you, then I shall use my own."
"With the Heart Dao as your foundation, what divine ability can you create?" Jiang Chuan raised a brow, his interest piqued.
The moment his words fell, a vast golden ocean emerged.
Looking closely, how was it a golden ocean? It was clearly a boundless desert!