Southern Ridge.
South of Great Xia.
Amid the vast, wild mountains.
The mountains stretched wild and vast, ancient trees towered into the sky, and old vines hung suspended, forming a savage, primeval landscape.
Deep within the ancient forest, Jiang Ning sat cross-legged on fallen leaves.
Looking inward, he saw shackles within his skull binding him like dragons.
Within his spiritual platform.
His nascent soul resided within his spiritual platform, black and white profound light blazing around it.
With a slight stirring of his thoughts.
A longsword interwoven with the mysteries of yin and yang abruptly materialized within his spiritual platform.
Its blade was black and white, gleaming with profound light.
I'll use this sword to sever the shackles! he said inwardly.
This sword was formed from the power of his nascent soul, a manifestation of his will and a creation of his mind.
"Go!"
His mind stirred.
The longsword interwoven with the mysteries of yin and yang abruptly vanished from his spiritual platform.
The next moment.
It appeared in another illusory place.
The site of the great secret of the human body.
Here, shackles bound his skull like dragons.
His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were each tightly bound by dark golden shackles.
Those shackles gripped him like dragons, one end connected to vital apertures, the other extending into nothingness.
Above these shackles, a longsword had already manifested.
Light flowed across the sword, its entire length covered in black and white, with a faint profound radiance circulating around it.
"Go!"
Without further delay, he stirred his thoughts and immediately drove the sword to slash at the first shackle within his skull.
That shackle lay coiled like a dragon, dark gold flowing across its surface as it bound his nasal aperture.
The black-and-white profound sword immediately descended, soundless, yet the instant