[The confident slash you had swung after the Black Dragon Origin Spirit's warning brought no sensation of striking anything, as though there was no one in the direction you had cut—only a bottomless abyss stretching ten thousand zhang deep.
But who were you? How could you be fooled by such appearances and begin doubting your own judgment? Your Double Pupils merely had limited vision, yet within that range, your senses remained sharp. You caught sight of a wisp of utterly inconspicuous gray smoke rapidly fading away. Your surroundings were already pitch-black, making that gray even harder to distinguish...]
[In the 26,738,473rd year, after the Twin Dragon Origin Spirit worked with you to scatter that hidden person once more, no further attacks came from nearby at last. Everything quieted down.
For six years, the person concealed in the darkness had foolishly chosen to launch close-range assassinations against you time and again. Close combat was precisely what you wanted. Having attained the Strength Dao Authority, you virtually had no concept of exhaustion. Every slash, thrust, and chop you unleashed carried considerable power. If they neither defended nor dodged and took one head-on, even if Moro came, you would make him lose a few parts.]
[The thing fighting you was fast and fled swiftly. At the beginning, you could scarcely land a hit once in ten attempts, only managing to interrupt it. Yet after fighting it many times, you gradually became familiar with its rhythm. There were always moments when you saw through its flaws and landed a solid blow. In the end, you even struck it three times in a row. Perhaps that was why this battle ended.
While you remained on guard, the Black Dragon Origin Spirit sent you information. It seemed that the place where the Twin Dragon Origin Spirit