Ye Yuqi seemed to have guessed that Meng Qi would answer that way. She made a similar joke without the slightest surprise, gave a small nod, then turned and led him into the hall that stored the titled arts. There, she took out the five jade slips related to Lingbao Tianzun: the Immortal Slaying Sword Scripture, the Immortal Execution Sword Scripture, the Immortal Trapping Sword Scripture, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Scripture, and the diagram of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
Meng Qi extended his Spiritual Sense into the jade slip containing the Immortal Slaying Sword Scripture. The instant it stirred, a pure, azure longsword flew in from beyond the heavens within the world of his mind. Its keen edge dimmed the colors around it and froze all change, as if it could pierce the future, grind the past to dust, and sever every imprint in the River of Time.
Sword Qi rampaged, a boundless azure wilderness. Meng Qi felt as if he had fallen into an indescribable nightmare. His True Spirit and Dharma Body were shattered inch by inch; his memories of Earth grew hazy, and the martial path he had walked since Shaolin began to collapse. Every possibility from the present until the end of this life was cut away, leaving him only a dead end where he would be reduced to ashes.
After an unknown length of time, Meng Qi suddenly came to. Black "sweat" beaded across his face and body. At the Dharma Body level, one had long since shed the mortal body, making it impossible to sweat. Such droplets were usually an illusion, past experiences resurfacing in response to changes in one's State of Mind. But when the mind underwent violent upheaval and suffered an ordeal that felt like surviving nine deaths, the Dharma Body would