Jiang Wang had once replicated Zhang Xun's sword qi into threads at the Outer Tower realm, during his Divine Presence.
Chen Yanxun went a step further, accomplishing this feat already at the Inner Palace realm. Of course, he used the splintered wood fibers of an arrow shaft as the medium for his sword qi, further lowering the difficulty of forming sword qi into threads.
But this was still enough to call him a genius!
Chu Yao's Dao body was riddled with holes, instantly resembling a honeycomb. He had completely lost the ability to resist.
Thus, Jiang Wang's figure flashed, and he was already on the platform, catching his young disciple in his arms.
Chu Yao's life had naturally been saved.
He lay with his head tilted back, covered in blood, his Divine Soul wounded—yet he stared straight at Jiang Wang.
[South-Flying Geese] reversed causality, but it did not reverse one's sensations.
It was unlike [Reverse Journey], after which everything returned to the very beginning, and the target of the art had no idea what had happened.
Chu Yao retained awareness of everything. He clearly knew that Chen Yanxun had activated his Supernatural Power and rolled everything back.
But when they returned to that instant of passing each other, he had failed to keep up with Chen Yanxun's movements.
His unfamiliarity with the Supernatural Power [South-Flying Geese] had put him half a step behind. The instinctive disparity in that instant between life and death had cost him another half-step.
In that perilous instant as they crossed paths, it was enough for Chen Yanxun to blast that initiative into an impassable chasm between victory and defeat.
He thought that he still had not done well enough. If it had been his master, even under the same conditions... he certainly would have done