Grass Dragon Divine Lord, whose wings spanned thousands of meters, fell through the starry void.
His mountain-sized body bore 2,627 wounds. At each wound, scales had shattered and the rules sustaining him had been severed.
His immortal dragon body was renowned throughout the realms, yet his body, formed from the rule of undying life, showed no sign of immortality. It lay cold, all vitality gone.
In theory, that should not have been possible.
Cultivators of the rule of life possessed terrifying vitality. Even if their bodies were smashed to powder and reduced to dregs, they could recover in an instant. Blades, fire, ice... no method could destroy them, let alone a dragon body, famed for its indestructibility.
Yet something utterly at odds with the principles of immortal cultivation had happened.
Grass Dragon Divine Lord's dragon body had taken 2,627 sword strikes. The final blade had entered through his heart and pierced out through his skull, extinguishing every trace of life.
His soul had been cut to pieces by the power of the Sword Soul long before. Not even the tiniest particle remained.
Clang!
A twisted thread of golden sword light flew from Grass Dragon Divine Lord's skull. It returned to the form of a three-foot flying sword, flew back to the azure-robed youth, and slipped into its sheath.
The sword was drawn. The enemy died!
"An early-stage Dao Integration cultivator really was a little weak..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
He beckoned, and a reverse scale beneath Grass Dragon Divine Lord's head broke free and flew into his hand. Dark green and jade-like, it shimmered with the spiritual light of the rule of life. One glance was enough to tell it was a precious treasure.
It was Grass Dragon Divine Lord's storage treasure.
Jiang Ding formed hand seals and sent