Jiang Ding stood amid a storm and lightning like the eye of a vortex.
The second heavenly tribulation lightning struck, its power far surpassing the first!
The constant empirical formula of the Immortal-Dao Universe circulated within Jiang Ding's body. The Law-Annihilating Sun Immortal Scripture had already been cultivated to completion. This technique, belonging to him alone, bestowed upon him a transcendent power almost in harmony with the Heavenly Dao. With every breath, he could align with the constants of the Immortal-Dao Universe; even the sway of a single strand of hair represented the path closest to correctness.
One strand of his hair fell, leveraging the immense power of Heavenly Dao laws with the optimal angle and force, forming a dim-yellow sword light of the Dharma-ending age that slashed at the descending lightning.
Clang!
The sword light formed from Jiang Ding's hair was like a Heaven Sword, striking upward against the heavens!
This sword was like a god, like a demon. Heaven and earth wailed miserably, as though the Dharma-ending age of heaven collapsing and earth splitting had arrived. The sword light was incomparably sharp, embodying the supreme mystery of the Dao Sword, the eighth realm of the Sword Dao. Wherever the sword light reached was the tangible manifestation of the Great Dao of the Dharma-ending age.
This sword of hair slashed straight through, and the blood-red tribulation lightning stiffened.
Then—
The lightning slowly crumbled away, vanishing like smoke.
All laws, spiritual qi, and lightning power within the lightning were reduced to mundane things beneath this sword, like a clear breeze brushing one's face.
It seemed inevitable that the universe would shift from high energy toward low entropy. High energy was always meant to be consumed; it could not endure forever. This was unavoidable. This sword had merely accelerated that law