Strength Insufficient, but Vision Remains

The sword light reflected in the deepest part of Meng Qi's pupils, completely filling them. The spacious world inside the tomb turned illusory, like an unreal dream. Even his body, no less substantial than a Treasure Weapon, seemed to be illuminated through by the sword light. His organs, blood vessels, and bones were all clearly revealed.

That was not all. Even the flesh and other minute, nearly imperceptible components that made them up were exposed down to the finest detail. Meng Qi felt his body vanish, breaking apart into particles as small as could be imagined, filled with an overwhelming sense of unreality, unable to block the sword light from passing through.

His True Qi, inner landscape, Dharma body, and the rest underwent similar changes in an instant. Beneath the sword light, Meng Qi had a premonition that every move he used would be broken down in the same way, ignored from the level of Dao and principle, and pierced straight through along an arcane trajectory.

Pure, sharp, condensed—the sword intent pressed upon him. Meng Qi "saw" himself. At present, the only thing he could control, the only thing that had not changed, was his Primordial Spirit. It swayed precariously before the sword light, tottering on the brink of collapse, lonely and fragile!

As expected of the Heaven Severing Seven Swords!

As expected of "Slay Dao See Self"!

Within Meng Qi's Primordial Spirit, a Golden Lotus unfurled petal by petal, releasing ten thousand rays of light that intertwined into the color of chaos. It held back the pressure of the sword intent and softened the intimidation this sword brought on the level of rules, allowing him to turn his thoughts and mobilize his spirit and the few Treasure Weapons he possessed!

No wonder the "First Three Seals" of Yuanshi Tianzun