A thunderous palm containing the endless transformations of lightning and the infinite mysteries of fate descended in an instant, then closed in an instant.
Too fast,
far too fast!
It had even surpassed the speed of time!
At this moment, the flow of time was clearly abnormal. The palm closed in an instant, seizing the tribulation-crossing being in its grasp without giving it any time to react. There was no escape.
This was a higher-order Immortal-Dao profundity, filled with the unknown and containing Immortal-Dao techniques that could not be fully comprehended.
"Something akin to a True Immortal's art?"
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
Among the many human inheritances he had received, the descriptions of the ninth realm of sword dao were exceedingly simple—only a few sparse words.
The ninth realm of sword dao: True Immortal swordsmanship.
That was all. There was nothing more. Even the generations of peerless geniuses throughout the long river of time, the strongest patriarchs of the great Immortal Orders and sacred lands whose names had endured through the ages, had been unable to further describe the ninth realm of sword dao or explain what True Immortal swordsmanship was. It was an unknown domain.
The only thing remotely related to it was the arts of the Human Emperors throughout history.
Their understanding of rules, spells, swordsmanship, formations, and the like surpassed the imagination of ordinary people. Thus, they had been granted the title of possessing an art realm akin to that of True Immortals.
At this moment, that thunderous palm containing endless transformations descended from the heavens, carrying infinite unknowns.
At this moment, Jiang Ding himself knew that if he tried to compete with the being within the lightning in techniques and arts, he would only be humiliating himself. There was no possibility of victory.
The only