Sha Wujin was certainly not going to meet it head-on.
As a disciple of Golden Turtle Island's lineage, he knew better than most how powerful the Heaven-Reaching River was.
If he clashed with it directly, even his lineage would not save him from being smashed to pieces.
He was not that foolish.
First, he had to survive.
Only the living had any right to talk about breaking free.
The first key to escaping this predicament was dealing with this river of sword qi.
And at that thought...
The first thing that sprang to mind was not a sword.
It was a formation.
The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation that his master Yunxiao had taught him.
The Nine Bends Yellow River Formation was a grand formation Master Yunxiao had created herself. In anyone else's hands, it always fell a little short.
Naturally, Sha Wujin could not wield the formation to its full extent either.
However...
Master Yunxiao had not forced him to learn its nine bends and eighteen turns.
Instead, she had him incorporate the formation's profound principles into his own Eight Hundred Quicksand Domain.
A Quicksand Domain with nine bends and eighteen turns.
The yellow sand did not kill.
It wore you down.
Until all your magical power dissipated.
Until your Dao heart shattered.
Until you forgot even who you were.
And now...
He was going to use it to grind down a river formed from sword qi.
The Heaven-Reaching River.
It was not water.
It was countless streams of sword qi, converging into a surging river.
Its terror lay not in a single strike.
But in its ceaseless flow.
Its scouring force.
Its layer upon layer of cutting.
Its inexhaustible onslaught.
This was a sustained torrent of laws.
Not a single, concentrated blow.
You could block it once.
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