A Leap into the Air

As time passed, the auras around each of those saints grew ever more surging and majestic, making one wonder what perilous situations they were facing at that very moment, and what kind of formidable enemies could force them to bathe in blood like this.

Sword scars that had appeared out of thin air kept emerging, some directly over vital points.

At last, one person's essence, qi, and spirit were pushed to their absolute peak amidst such circumstances. Then, in an instant, he shattered the void. It was Zhou Yanxi. His will was the first to touch the golden core, ready to merge it into his spiritual world.

Yet with a flicker, the golden core actually split in two. One was plucked away by Zhou Yanxi, while the other remained where it had been.

This was not because Zhou Yanxi possessed the means of a mythic powerhouse and could conjure a duplicate from nothing. It was Zhao Cheng who had employed a divine ability.

Ordinarily, aside from mythic powerhouses, if other experts wanted to divide one core into several, they would have to shatter the void simultaneously for such a thing to be possible.

The moment the golden core merged into Zhou Yanxi's spiritual world, it transformed into a mass of fire. His own reserves had already been immensely profound, and within his spiritual world, all manner of sword principles had long been brewed to the utmost purity.

Yet attaining the mythic realm was, in terms of cultivation in this world, scarcely any easier than seeing through heaven's pass. In the end, time was simply too short, and the years spared no one. Once life declined from its peak, breaking through would immediately become several, even dozens of times harder.

But now, the prior bloody battle had set his essence, qi,