Turning Misfortune into Blessing

When the scene from the omen unfolded in reality, Shen Mo was still thirty to forty thousand li away from the mountain before him!

However, he could no longer use [Sword Evasion] to approach it. On one hand, his Divine Soul had reached its limit; forcing himself to use Sword Evasion again would end in his soul scattering and body perishing. On the other, oppressed by the aura of a True Immortal, every inch of his flesh and every wisp of his mana trembled. Though he maintained a clear mind through an extraordinary Dao heart, his Dao Body and mana had already fallen into deathly stillness.

That True Immortal's index finger crushed the clouds in the heavens and slowly pressed down a little further...

In an instant.

The talismans, the immortal-art barrier formed by the Constellation Great Hand Seal, and the glazed Buddhist flames around his body were all annihilated.

The spiritual light on the canopy of the spirit-grade artifact, the Azure Cloud Umbrella, dimmed, as though it had endured the erosion of a thousand years.

The Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Array and the living grand array of Demon Soul Generals exploded with a thunderous boom. The seven Big Dipper Dao Swords plummeted toward the ground, while a million Soul Generals vanished into smoke and returned to the Soul Refining Banner!

All manner of defensive methods were as fragile as a sheet of thin paper before that ever-descending True Immortal's index finger.

Before the True Immortal's index finger had even crushed down upon Shen Mo, all sorts of signs of ruin had already appeared in his Dao Body...

Yin winds and baleful gales, sharp as blades and swords, arose within his dantian and blew continuously from within outward. Before long, they flayed apart his five viscera and six bowels, sinews,