The starry battlefield was a scene of carnage. Wrecks of warships and fighters lay everywhere, trailing flames and blue smoke as they burned in the vacuum. The surrounding starfields had shattered, and even the asteroids had been ground to dust.
Spatial rifts were everywhere, unable to heal even after a long time.
Amid the ruined battlefield, a young man in azure robes sat cross-legged, his expression serene. Before him lay a chipped flying sword and a severed arm covered in scarlet bloodlight, retrieved from the depths of space.
Jiang Ding studied the severed arm.
For most cultivators, especially those of high rank, an enemy's artifact piercing their body meant instant death, with their flesh ground to dust. The bodies of pure spell cultivators and sword cultivators were simply too fragile.
This time, however, the circumstances were unusual.
The mass of dried flesh had likewise exhausted itself by the end of the battle and lacked the mana to press on. Jiang Ding had sacrificed an arm to save his life, severing his right arm before the attack struck so that the terrifying Blood Dao Order Force could not spread into his body.
Now, more than ninety percent of the severed arm's cells had been destroyed, leaving it devoid of life. A venomous curse and a trap for the soul lurked within it. If he reattached it, his soul would instantly fall, and he would become a puppet avatar of the Blood Dao mighty being.
Clang!
Jiang Ding sent out streams of Sword Qi to seal the arm, preventing its condition from worsening, then prepared to take it back to the Immortal Sect for treatment.
As for why he would not let Hei, or the Great Sun Celestial Pool, handle it...
A shadow crossed Jiang Ding's face.
"Hei, since that old monster