Biyou Heaven.
Clouds and mist spread like a sea, an endless expanse of blue waves. Palaces floated above the Cloud Sea.
Immortal Lord Nine Swords lounged on a meditation cushion, a wine flask in hand. Watching the scene in the Ancient Mirror, he suddenly laughed.
"Good! Good! Good!" He said it three times, seized his flask, and took a long swig. Then he wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, excitement flickering in his eyes.
"Immortal Lord, he... he's incredible!" Zhou Yun gazed at the golden, glasslike Dharma Form reflected in the Ancient Mirror, her eyes brimming with wonder.
"He certainly is!" Nine Swords nodded. "The Immortal-Binding Rope binds him, locking his Nascent Soul and sealing his cultivation, yet his Dharma Form remains completely unaffected. That means his Dharma Form isn't an Immortal Path method, but a Martial Path Divine Ability. It means he has already carved out a path-a path of his own. That is extraordinary."
"Then... Immortal Lord, what will become of him?" Zhou Yun asked.
"What will become of him?" Immortal Lord Nine Swords said. "Either he dies, or he becomes something even more terrifying than Mo Chen! When that Martial Saint took that step all those years ago, he stood unrivaled beneath heaven. No one could defeat him. But once he entered the Blessed Grotto-heavens, things were different. His strength fell short, and he was no match for Immortals. Under pressure from us, even Mo Chen had to bow his head."
As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the figure in the mirror.
"Though Jiang Ning currently relies on the might of his Dharma Form, he has already reached this level-the limit of what heaven and earth can bear of his existence. The strength he wields through his Dharma Form is already no