Faced with this situation, Ye Lin instead closed his eyes.
Sword Dao perception did not require sight.
Ninety-nine percent of what the eyes saw was false.
In the world of perception, among those hundreds of afterimages, only one was real.
And Ning Yi's true body was directly above him.
"Found you."
Ye Lin abruptly raised his head. The Godslayer Sword rose against the heavens as he thrust out with a single strike.
This strike contained ninety percent of his power.
Silver sword light transformed into a thick pillar of radiance that shot skyward, tearing a massive rift through the mist of the Boundary Sea.
Deep within that rift, collapsing time and shattered space could be seen in the distance.
Ning Yi's figure emerged from above. As he looked at the silver sword light soaring toward the heavens, a trace of admiration flashed through his eyes.
He did not evade. Instead, his hands formed an ancient seal before his chest.
"Taichu Seal—Suppress."
A golden seal flew from between his palms and met the silver sword light head-on.
The golden seal was not large, merely palm-sized, yet the instant it flew out, the entire Boundary Sea began to tremble.
The gray-white mist was forced back by the seal's pressure, revealing vast stretches of empty nothingness.
Ancient Dao chants faintly echoed through the nothingness, like scripture being recited from the primordial age—desolate, distant, and soul-shaking.
The golden seal collided with the silver sword light.
This time, it was not annihilation, but suppression.
The golden seal pressed down upon the silver sword light. As though crushed beneath an invisible mountain, the sword light shattered inch by inch and dissipated inch by inch.
It broke from the tip of the sword all the way to the hilt.
Ye Lin's tiger's mouth trembled, and the Godslayer