A Scheme for His Own Demise

And hadn't he, too, caught the edge of an artistic conception?

Ever since condensing his Life and Death Realm, he had begun comprehending the artistic conception of sorrow. At Dragon Head Peak, he had watched the Immortal's Martial Performance on the Seven Fiend Soul Tablet, sinking into it with the aid of his Life and Death Realm. Who could have guessed that, after he fell into a state of utter sorrow and his Life and Death Realm shattered, a thin membrane deep within his spiritual platform would suddenly develop a hairline crack?

Only then did Xu Yi realize that the membrane might be the barrier to the Sorrowful Realm.

Afterward, Pink Rabbit had died in grief and indignation, and the barrier to the Sorrowful Realm had cracked once more. He had even gained the faintest glimmer of understanding.

It was precisely that glimmer of understanding that gave him the confidence to gamble today.

He was betting that if he endured a dozen or so sword strikes, he could grasp Zhou Daogan's sword intent. He didn't expect to do what Ji Lie had done and clearly catch it between his fingers; he only needed to sense where that invisible sword intent came from. That alone would win him some room to maneuver.

After seven or eight strikes, he had gained a measure of confidence. Of the thirteen strikes, he had deliberately exposed openings to invite the final two, testing whether Zhou Daogan's sword intent would indeed follow the path he had anticipated.

The test reassured him. At last, he was certain he had caught Zhou Daogan's sword intent. He still couldn't defend against it, but simply being able to perceive it had pulled him out of the mire of certain defeat.

Boom, boom, boom...

"Daogan, strike his vitals! I have a