Li Mu Yang finally understood the true meaning of "Wujian."
Those who fell into the Avīci Hell were all utterly evil people who had committed the gravest sins. They were cast into the Avīci Hell.
In the Avīci Hell, there was never any hope of escape. Apart from suffering, there were no other sensations at all—and the suffering was unceasing, the body unceasing, time unceasing, action unceasing. Within the Avīci Hell, raging flames consumed the people.
Li Mu Yang now felt like a tiny boat in the middle of the sea. The winds howled and the waves surged, battering the hull with thunderous cracks. At any moment, it might break apart and capsize.
This was suffering unceasing.
The sea was vast and boundless. Li Mu Yang stood where he was, unable to see even the faintest trace of Sword Intent in any direction, yet Sword Intent was everywhere, liable to strike from any angle at any moment.
This was the body unceasing.
Until the sword fell, the suffering would not end. Whenever the sword fell, the suffering would end. Everything was unknown.
This was time unceasing.
The vital energy throughout his body was locked down, making it difficult to move, as though he had been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison. This was action unceasing.
One Wujian Sword!
And an entire life unceasing!
"The Wujian Sword truly lives up to its name."
Li Mu Yang praised it endlessly in his heart.
This sword was far more profound and far sharper than the Blood Sacrifice Sword that Xifeng Sword God Mu Dingyi had used before his death.
The Blood Sacrifice Sword nourished and strengthened the sword by burning the life force of its wielder.
It was a desperate measure, the last strength of a spent crossbow.
The Wujian Sword, however, followed the