Jiang Ding Said: No Pardon

True Lord Yinjiu's tiny Nascent Soul merged into space itself, moving at a terrifying speed—crossing a hundred li in an instant, with no sign of slowing whatsoever.

This was its ordinary speed.

Across countless realms, it was an immortal Dao miracle forged by the combined wisdom of innumerable human prodigies over countless ages.

Nascent Soul!

The Nine-Origin Spirit Ginseng could burrow through the earth. Though it was merely a third-tier spirit creature, most Nascent Soul Cultivators could not catch it. Yet human Nascent Souls used space as earth, traversing it through spatial escape!

In terms of rank, it surpassed it by far more than a single level.

What was natural could not compare to what was crafted—such was the masterpiece of human wisdom.

Whoosh!

The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword flickered once, plunged into space, and vanished.

It did not cleave open space or bore through it. It simply drilled into the space between layers, merging with it as one and streaking through space at extreme speed.

At this moment, space was not an obstacle but an aid, like a human swimming beneath the water and using it to cross mountains and rivers once thought impossibly distant.

Part of Jiang Ding's divine soul resided within the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword.

Looking outward now, he saw a bright, snow-white world around him—boundlessly vast, unfathomably deep, with no concept of borders.

Ahead, a palm-sized little man hurried through it in panic, transparent ripples spreading out wherever he passed. From time to time, he glanced back, clearly uneasy and evidently familiar with his opponent.

The next moment, without any surprise, a Blue-Gold Flying Sword appeared in his pupils and sped toward him.

Spatial ripples retreated behind her. A fierce, baleful aura soared into the heavens, firmly locking onto the core of True Lord Yinjiu's