"Have you taken the seventh step of nirvana?"
"That is precisely what I hoped to ask you, fellow Daoist Seven Killings. Please enlighten me."
Jiang Ding smiled gently.
Clang!
The sword rang like spring water trickling down a mountain.
Throughout this world, matter, time, laws, spiritual energy—everything began to flow more slowly, so slowly that even a mortal could see it. All matter grew thinner and thinner, even... the Seven-Kill Daoist Heir's body!
The Seven-Kill Daoist Heir watched in horror as his palm thinned. Countless ink spots even appeared on it.
The spots multiplied rapidly, spreading across every part of his body.
He could not resist at all!
"You're going to die."
"Fellow Daoist Seven Killings."
Jiang Ding said calmly, "You failed to tell me whether this is the limit of the seventh step. What a pity."
"In the end, you're only a mediocre Dao Child, unfit to serve as a stairway to the heavens."
"How did a creature this weak dare slaughter billions of living beings and refine them into a banner?"
"Weak and evil. A creature like you truly ought to die. You ought to be wiped out."
His voice held boundless disappointment.
Such an opponent should never have counted as an opponent. This battle was far too dull.
Seemingly slow and swift at once, the world rapidly solidified. Everything within it drew closer and closer to an ink painting.
In the forming scroll, a Dao Child and his sky-blotting banners struggled and roared. He even burned his essence blood and soul as he unleashed formations that shook the Fallen Immortal Realm, laying them down in layer upon layer around himself.
All the Seven-Kill Immortal Palace Daoist Heir's talent, wisdom, and sect inheritance blazed forth!
Yet,
it was utterly useless.
No formation of destruction, no killing formation, could