Beyond the seal fissure Shen Mo had previously cleaved open, the scene became bizarre and kaleidoscopic, like the trailing afterimage dragged out by a bubble of spacetime passing through the past, present, and future!
That demonic shadow, whose aura was vast and terrifying, remained there all along. Its pair of indifferent eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, had watched Shen Mo unchanged since time immemorial, as though it would not rest until it personally saw his body and soul utterly annihilated.
Shen Mo tried to rush through the still-unhealed fissure and escape this sealed spacetime.
After all, even if what lay outside was no longer "real spacetime," it was still a hundred times better than falling into the sealed spacetime from the destruction of the Immortal Feather Upper Sect. Yet every time he slipped through the fissure, an indescribable great power dragged him back to where he had been.
The Heavenly Demon Progenitor had strengthened the seal once more. This bubble-like sealed spacetime was not spatial in concept to begin with, but a state anchored to Shen Mo himself. As the seal strengthened, his methods and power were no longer enough to free him from this state!
In the briefest instant, countless thoughts flashed through Shen Mo's mind. Then a trace of resolution appeared on his face, and he charged through the seal fissure once again.
Just as he was about to fall into the sealed spacetime, he shook the Soul Refining Banner he had long prepared. Millions upon millions of second-rank Demon Soul Generals surged out of the banner. From an immense distance away, they resembled a blood-colored butterfly beating its wings and scattering boundless scales of powder, each tiny speck a Demon Soul General.
At the same time, Shen Mo's Dharma Idol body and Primordial Dao-Slaying Sword manifested