"Esteemed seniors,"
"you really came prepared..."
Jiang Ding looked up at the arm of chaos bearing down from the sky and spoke in a low voice.
In every direction across the universe, the entire world had been suppressed by that terrifying arm of chaos. Everything had frozen. Caught within it, he was like a butterfly trapped in amber, unable to move an inch, all his strength gone.
The laws had changed subtly. They no longer belonged to all living beings.
They belonged to a chosen few!
This was a sliver of a celestial being's power, utterly beyond every Void Refining cultivator.
I wonder whether you can compare with those who inherited the legacies of the upper realm and reached Void Refining?
The thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind.
At that moment, he was overjoyed, exhilarated. His Dao heart surged as it never had before.
He had witnessed true quasi-celestial power. His swordsmanship, already at the peak of sword spirit, raced toward Heaven Sword Art, crossing threshold after threshold. A single instant of insight surpassed all he had gained in the past several thousand years.
This was the path of a sword cultivator.
A path pursued through death, visible only when one drew infinitely close to it!
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha..."
Jiang Ding's crazed laughter echoed through the cosmic stars. Even the power of chaos could not stop it; visible ripples spread through the chaos.
Amid those ripples, a young man in azure, burning everything he had, came clearly into view.
Blazing solar fire poured from his eyes, nostrils, throat, ears, and laughing mouth. It fed on his flesh and soul, blazing fiercely and shedding a brilliance even the universe could not ignore.
His flesh and soul turned to ash, unleashing vast torrents of mana and spiritual sense.
Clang!
The Supreme Clarity Flying