Jiang Ding woke, not knowing how much time had passed.
"The fourth realm of the sword, Immortality... I'm close."
Jiang Ding spoke softly.
A strand of blue-gold Sword Qi appeared at his fingertip.
The Sword Qi looked straight and razor-sharp, but every part of it had been minutely adjusted to accord with the surrounding world. It could draw a trace of spiritual energy from heaven and earth to prolong its existence.
Now, his Sword Qi could endure for three days without dissipating.
It was not that he could not break through, nor that he could not comprehend it. His Dao foundation at the peak of the Golden Core realm was simply too fragile to bear the fourth realm of the sword.
Immortal Sword Intent was too sharp. It would split his soul and dantian apart.
At least, the form of undying Sword Qi he understood now could not be borne. Perhaps it would be possible countless years from now, when he had returned to simplicity.
"Immortality..."
"The Horned Demon Race imperial heir's Ten-Zhang Unbreakable Space was powerful too, uniting offense and defense. I broke it many times, but as long as the imperial heir lived, that ten-zhang space endured. The moment Sword One left, it restored itself. It could truly be called undying."
"If that imperial heir had been a little stronger, my flying sword could never have pierced his defense in a single strike."
Jiang Ding sank into thought.
"Are there even stronger imperial heirs among the Horned Demon Race?"
"If there are, they must be formidable Dao Children. Their attacks would be peerlessly fierce, their defenses without a single blind spot. Perfect creatures, with no weaknesses at all."
"And that unknown power..."
"I wonder whether my embryonic Sword Realm ecosystem could give rise to it too, once it