The moment the Chaos Auspicious Cloud and Ancient Banner appeared, Chen Zhao suddenly felt the world grow dim and obscure. He could no longer sense anything—not the two Dharma Bodies, nor the wall cast from black ice—as though he had become a Living Dead who had lost his sight, hearing, touch, and spiritual perception.
Just as panic began to rise within him, his vision suddenly brightened. Deep in the dim chaos, a blade light flared with a brilliance beyond words. Like thunder splitting the heavens, it cleaved through the darkness and the silence that seemed eternal, its movement beautiful and graceful.
His vision returned, then his hearing, his sense of touch, and his spiritual perception. Yet the image of that blade light still lingered in Chen Zhao's eyes. At that very moment, he heard a dull cracking sound, as though some towering object that had stood for countless ages had suddenly collapsed.
His spirit spread outward, and he "saw" the black Ice Wall that had blocked the efforts of countless generations in the far north split down the middle. Cracks rapidly spread across it, forming a dense web of fissures as chunks fell inch by inch.
Then the black Ice Wall began to writhe as if it were alive. Every inch of it became an insect, struggling to restore its original state and mend the blade marks and cracks. The sight was horrifying enough to make one's scalp crawl.
A pure sword light flared, instantly splitting into countless minute rays that even Chen Zhao could barely sense. With precision and not the slightest omission, they struck each and every "insect."
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The collision sounds came all at once, merging into a flood. The black "ice insects" completely vanished, and the road leading to the core of the