"Fellow Daoist, I'm here to help!"
As the voice rang out, a colossal figure filled with the stars. It joined two fingers like a sword, thrust its right hand forward, and unleashed a boundless stream of white Sword Qi.
At the same time, the Swordsman, the monk, and the ancient, towering divine being struck together. One spat Sword Qi, another swung the Li Xian Sword, and the third turned an Other Shore Trait into blades of time.
Red, green, yellow, and white—four streams of Sword Qi swept across the universe, spanning the vastness of time itself. Their countless currents formed a sword formation that conjured all manner of apocalyptic scenes: chaos pushed to its extreme, collapsing into ultimate stillness; expansion without end, finally brought to a halt, growing cold...
The four sword lights brought these visions to life, pressing closer layer by layer until they surrounded the Spirit Inspiration King. They were only a hair's breadth from dragging it into destruction or plunging it into chaos.
Such extreme danger pierced the Spirit Inspiration King's heart. Every scrap of flesh on its body trembled, as if it had truly glimpsed its own end. It felt it could not withstand the formation's ravages at all.
Perhaps it could hold out for a while, but if it couldn't escape, sooner or later it would perish within!
More importantly, the sword formation blurred even the threads of cause and effect. It seemed to annihilate everything around it, leaving no time or space, no firm cause or effect—only chaos, approaching nothingness, until all would return to the state before existence. Many of its life-saving secret arts would be useless.
If the formation had reached the Legendary level, even a true mighty figure caught within it would perish, their spirit scattered. After each death, any body