Within the Desolate Sea Forbidden Land, there might be perilous places capable of bombarding a peak Saint Martial demonic body, but Sikong Jing had none in mind.
The only thing he could think of now was the Desolate Sea Absolute Formation.
The Pure Spirit Heart would soon shatter completely, so if Sikong Jing wanted to remain conscious, he had to let powerful forces bombard his entire body—or rather, use them to consume the demonic energy within him.
That way, he could gradually shed his demonic intent and continuously let his realm fall.
A falling realm meant his state of demonic corruption would gradually weaken. Only then could he preserve his sanity.
The Desolate Sea Absolute Formation was indeed a good choice, but there was still one problem.
Sikong Jing could not help muttering, "The Desolate Sea Absolute Formation is far, far too far from here. At my current speed, there's no way I can reach it before I completely lose consciousness."
Even at the peak Saint Martial realm, traveling to the Desolate Sea Absolute Formation would certainly take more than two months.
After all, the Thousand Kings Holy Tower was situated at the heart of the Central Plains.
No matter which direction he took, reaching the sea would be exceedingly, exceedingly far away. For instance, if he went east, Sikong Jing would have to cross the central region of the Central Plains, then the eastern region of the Central Plains, then the Eastern Plains Northern Lands...
And once he reached the Eastern Plains Northern Lands, who knew how much farther he would have to go before he saw the true sea.
By then, Sikong Jing would already have fallen completely into demonic corruption.
No matter how hard he tried to avoid them, he could not possibly keep avoiding people and