The Soul Trace's Location

The light blade swept past, yet the youth's enormous head showed no sign of leaving his body and falling. The gash that had appeared was swiftly stitched back together by wisps of black qi.

Xu Yuan felt no surprise.

The essence of this boundless, deathly white space was the manifestation of both sides' cultivation. And since it was cultivation, there was naturally no such thing as fatal wounds like severed heads or pierced hearts.

There was one, and only one, way to kill the other party: completely disperse this manifested body.

When Xu Yuan's blade had struck just now, as the black qi scattered into the surrounding space, Mu Nuo's towering, colossal frame had shrunk slightly—but it was almost imperceptible.

This was actually quite unfair.

Judging by the difference in their sizes, and thus their cultivation, for Xu Yuan to devour Mu Nuo, who knew how many flashy slashes he would have to land, while for Mu Nuo to annihilate him, one deliberately charged punch would probably suffice.

If it connected solidly, he would die on the spot.

In other words, if Xu Yuan wanted to survive, he could not afford to take a single hit.

And Xu Yuan was not confident he could manage that.

In Cangyuan, he could clear everything flawlessly at top speed because he could memorize the BOSS's moveset. Reality, however, had far too many variables.

It was not as though there were no ways to deal with this.

As a space where cultivation manifested itself, cultivation could manifest almost anything.

If Xu Yuan wanted, he could even use the Saint's power within the markings to manifest the mecha from his previous life, wrapping and protecting his true body within it, then engage Mu Nuo in a close-quarters battle like two Dharma giants.

But after carefully