Sword-light crisscrossed the sky. The Lotus Avatar sank into a selfless state of mind, swinging his sword again and again until he had forgotten all boundaries.
The Seven Suppressing Swords of Nine Central City, the Taixiao Sword Art, the Sacred Soul Sword Art, even the Dragon Soul Sword Dao cultivated by his true body, as well as the Buddhist Sword Art of Dispelling Calamity and numerous other sword arts and divine abilities—he either performed them separately or blended them into one furnace.
Under ordinary circumstances, the Lotus Avatar would never use the Dragon Soul Sword Art in front of outsiders, lest they discern the connection between him and his true body through that sword art and divine ability.
Even though the possibility was extremely slight, the Lotus Avatar would still avoid it as much as possible.
But now, the Lotus Avatar could no longer consider so much. Or rather, in his current state, he had neither the time nor the inclination to think about it. In the world he was immersed in, there was only the Dao of the sword.
With the sword in his hand, he cleaved apart the calamities of Heaven and Earth, cleaved demons, cleaved ghosts, and cleaved away every lingering obsession in his heart.
The Lotus Avatar did not know how many swords he had swung. He had even forgotten the calamity aura that had begun seeping into his body.
The Lotus Avatar seemed to be shedding his sword intent like a cicada emerging from its shell. Layer after layer of his outer shell peeled away, severing it from his true body before the calamity aura could inflict sufficient damage.
Even though some of the calamity aura still seeped deeper into his body, most of it was severed away at the first opportunity. Thus, the situation